lina_musebox | ;rey&poe

He almost didn't follow them. He considered it, for a few seconds. Finn was handling this a hell of a lot better than he was, and he was worried that if he kept up with them that he'd lose his temper again and drive her away. So even as they walked, he stayed with Beebee, the hound making a low questioning sound.

"I know, buddy," He murmured softly to the dog. "I don't know what to do, either."

He'd been happy, often, to watch his lovers - his wife, his husband, his other halves - be together. Not be part of it, necessarily, not all the time, just to watch the two of them enjoy each other's company. Finn had a special smile, just for Rey, and Rey had a special smile, just for Finn, and he had often liked to bask in it. In how much they loved each other. In how much they loved him. But now, as he turned his head to watch them walk away, all he saw was Rey's hesitancy and confusion, and Finn's worry.

It gave him nothing but pain, to stay back and watch them now.

So he finally got up, following after them and thrusting his hands into his pockets, little dark clouds of something like dust or smoke trailing after his feet.

"Mortals make everything more complicated than it is," He murmured. "It's not that science isn't real, or doesn't work. It just doesn't apply to us. Think about it like... another plane of existence. We share their world, sometimes, but we also exist somewhere else. Right now? You're somewhere else. A mortal could dig down from the exact spot I made the stairs and never find this place. It won't make sense if you keep trying to fit it into the physical world you know."

Mmm, maybe telling her that she wasn't on the mortal plane of existence anymore wasn't a good call. Again, Finn rolls with it. He has to.

Besides, there were more important things. Her hand was in his again. She reached for him again. He could burst with joy if he wasn't terrified of the disappointment he knew would come. She was scared and confused, but... this was still progress.

Instead of letting her realize and focus on the fact that she was trapped here - a fact that even Finn was now ready to fight - he tried to emphasize Poe's point. "Think of it like a- a... far away land. Something out of stories. It's real but it doesn't have to make sense. It just is.

"You made this garden, remember? You did it with the same abilities we have. With enough time, you could do it all again."

He directed her beneath the willow tree that they had napped under countless times in the distant past. It felt so strange to bring her back here now. He could scarcely believe this was happening.

“But science is universal,” Rey murmured in reply, looking over her shoulder to see Poe trailing behind them. Wisps of...smoke? Following him? It was hard to say but she felt a faint wisp of his emotions. It wasn’t her intention to inflict on pain on either of them. She didn’t know what was going on, but she was still following Finn with her hand in his.

Not to mention, she was mortal. Or...she was? Is? She isn’t sure anymore. Maybe she should start questioning everything now.

There was a shake of her head.

“I don’t remember anything just....feelings..” and again, she wants to deny that it’s her but the words never leave her lips. Instead, she’s taken to a willow tree that has to be ancient. Judging by its size, it was over a thousand years old. But....in sitting under it, she didn’t recall anything. It’s a good spot for star gazing but that was it.

“...do you want to sit?” She asked, directing her question to Poe. She was giving in, trying to meet them halfway but still not believing anything....yet.

"Sure, in that universe."

His palm itched, that ghost of a feeling making his fingers curl as if he could take both their hands in his from here. But he didn't reach out. Finn was the bridge. Always had been. Sometimes Poe forgot that, but in moments like this is made his heart ache with how much he loved that side of him.

He pauses.

"You two sit." He isn't sure he can, yet. The anger and grief still curling in him like a half-smothered flame. Sitting still is unlikely.

"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere,' He adds, as if he feels she needs the reassurance. He crosses his arms, the dark curling smoke dissipating around his feet.

She sat down! Finn could probably vibrate out of his skin with the hope and happiness overwhelming him. He knew that he should be much more cautious, shouldn't get his hopes too high, but things were going in their favor now. It was possible that they could really be together again.

Finn sat down with her but gave a saddened look to Poe. It wasn't that he couldn't blame him for trying to keep his distance, but he hadn't opened up to her yet either. It was the same fear that Finn was trying to warn himself to heed and couldn't. That fear could send him in the other extreme, though, and he may not let her into his heart at all. Not until he was sure she would stay.

It was such a difficult thing to juggle. Finn wasn't sure what to do except try to keep her calm and comfortable and happy. In doing so, maybe Poe would lighten up a little.

His worried eyes flicked away from him and back down to his goddess, the hesitant smile reappearing on his face. "Feelings are good. What kinds of feelings?"

The logical side of Rey wanted to argue with Poe that in all universes that science and knowledge transposed all things. Magic didn't just exist, same as Gods, and yet here she was looking up at a galaxy above their heads and talking to a united couple that was 'Hades.' Or, at least Poe seemed to cover the fire and brimstone of it. his temper seemed to run hot, or, that could be the unintentional pain she inflicted upon him earlier.

A flicker of what could be described as disappoint appeared in her eyes, but it was quickly shut down as she looked back up at the branches and leaves of the willow tree. It...had flowers once, didn't it?

"Deja vu type feelings," Rey murmured, continuing to hold onto Finn's hand, her thumb tracing the back of his palm as she chewed on her lower lip to try and process things.

"Bits and pieces, and flashes of images but...they're not making much sense. None of this is," she stated in a soft voice, hoping by saying her thoughts aloud, those 'memories' would somehow appear in her mind, or give the pair a glimpse to her struggle with what they were trying to do.

Fuck it, if nothing was going to make sense, she might as well fully dive into it. Rey let out a soft sigh and slowly fell backwards, laying down on the soft soil and grass, her eyes fluttering shut as she told herself to just...believe for one moment that all of this was real. That magic, gods, and everything else were real.

"I get it, you want me to remember. You want me to remember this place, both of you...and that's a lot of pressure, but...if I can't? What then? And..." she had to be honest with both of them about this.

"What if I'm different--no, I am different. I'm not the same person as you remember, and what would that do to you two?" Would they still want to keep her down here, or would she be free to go? What was their end goal?

His hand worked at his side, fingers curling in and gripping tight. Damn it. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her, even trying to tell him she was someone else entirely. He'd tried to ignore Finn's sorrowful glance at her, tried to pretend that he hadn't noticed that flicker of disappointment in Rey's face.

Damn it.

If she rejected them now--

But he was already moving, letting out a hard breath and stepping over until he could flop down beside Rey. Flanked by the two faces of Hades, in the garden of the dead.

"I don't care how different you are," He said, his voice low and rough. "You're still you. You're still Rey. Hearts don't change that much, even over millenia."

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She was asking the really hard questions that had been circling Finn's mind for quite a while now. Instead of immediately answering, he tried to focus on her hand in his, a gift he never thought he'd have again. If this was all they got, it was more than maybe they should ever have. Certainly, more than they could ask for.

Yet, ask they did.

"We still care for you," he answered, just repeating what Poe had said. "Even if you never remember, it won't change how we feel. We've missed you for so long... We're just grateful to see you again." She was still Rey. She would always be their Rey. "This place will always be open to you as your home... if you want it."

Rey heard Poe's footsteps walking towards them, half expecting for him to lay beside Finn, but she felt him move next to her. She was boxed in by the two men, two faces she may have loved so many eons ago, but faces she could barely knew. There were more flashes in her mind; the three of them beneath the willow tree, taking long naps, sometimes she was in the middle, but they all took turns. She made flower crowns for them a few times, and she made them for the young children who came to the Underworld. Sweet lives who didn't have the chance to bloom and thrive....she always had a soft spot for them.

They still cared for her...their words pierced her heart and those tears she tried to keep at bay finally fell. She felt how much they cared for her, how much she had been loved and missed. Something she hadn't felt in this life.

Rey turned her head slightly, facing Poe, not caring for the tears that stained her cheeks as her eyes stared into his.

"I need time to process this. But I..." she found herself squeezing Finn's hand while the other reached out to Poe. Instead of going for the other's hand, her fingers brushed the side of his face.

"I won't leave. I won't leave either of you." Not when it felt like she'd lose a piece of herself in doing so. Electricity hummed in her body, their bonds reforming from touching both of the men who she called her husbands.

He felt something crack in his chest, almost painfully, but he wasn't sure if it was his heart or the cage he'd been trying to build around it. Protect it, from what he thought was coming.

But then her fingers brushed his cheek and sent a shudder of longing right through him - electricity under his skin. I won't leave, she promised, I won't leave either of you.

Any remaining willpower he had to stay aloof from all this completely vanished. His chest filled with a bright white warm, a longing millenia old, and before he could think about it - because he never really thought through things before he did them - he was reaching out, gently guiding her chin towards him as he leaned in to press a warm, slow kiss to her lips.

The electricity, the reformation of their bonds, struck a chord deep in Finn's chest. That, coupled with her promise made his hope overflow.

He couldn't dare pretend there was still an alternative now. She wanted to be here, she wanted to never leave them again, and that's exactly what would happen. It could work. They would be happy a-

... Poe really just went for the kiss, didn't he? Finn froze with wide eyes and bated breath, waiting for her reaction. It wasn't like he didn't want to kiss her (of course he did!), but he really didn't want to scare her away either.

He unconciously held her hand tighter, moving closer as if this image was just a mirage and could vanish any second.

Well...a kiss wasn't something Rey was expecting, least of all from a once hostile or grumpy Poe. Surprisingly...he was gentle. He didn't force her chin up in a dominant, swift manner. But, in a slow and kind movement, and lips that felt so soft against her own. Enough to make Rey shyly kiss him back and guide Finn's hand to her waist for him to hold her.

A natural feeling, one that felt so right, as though they had done it thousands of times before. Be it all three of them kissing under the same tree while holding each other. Or, Rey upset with Poe and his soft kisses could easily curb her anger....or the times where she'd curl up against Finn and leave soft, light kisses along his cheek.

Sweet memories that were just beyond Rey's grasp, but the feelings of happiness and love were there for her to touch.

Slowly, she began to pull back from Poe, not because she felt uncomfortable but...that was her first kiss and she had no idea what she was doing. However, something within her compelled her to share the same experience with Finn. The hand on Poe's cheek shifted to grab his hand while she slowly rolled onto her side to give Finn a slow, shy kiss of her own.

Home. This felt like home.

He didn’t chase after her as she pulled away, saving that tingly taste of a kiss long after her lips had left his. He gave a soft sigh, opening his eyes just in time to watch her roll towards Finn.

It almost belt better, if that were possible, watching the two of them finally shared a kiss after what seemed like eons. He shuffled closer, wrapping an arm around Rey’s waist, and leaning in to press a kiss to her jaw, and another to her throat.

He just wanted to be as close to them as was humanly - or godly - possible.

“Welcome home,” he whispered.

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Finn, surprised that not only was Rey okay with that sudden kiss but that she had also rolled over to face him now, had him melting into her touch. The relief was palpable and finally settling somewhere deep in his chest, a permanent fixture that meant this was real and happening and permanent.

He returned the kiss gently just like he'd done millions of times before, barely opening his lips to her and just basking in the physical contact. His free hand carded over her hair and gently across her cheek, fluttering over Poe's hair like no time had passed at all.

When Poe spoke, he gently pulled away, his lips still ghosting against hers, but he had to see her face again. His smile and joy were so bright and blinding that it hurt him so terribly well. Like an awful wound was finally starting to heal.

"Welcome home," he repeating in a breath.

Rey's eyes were still closed, but she felt how bright and warm Finn's smile was. As bright and blindly as the sun itself. It made her heart race and ache all at once. Poe was behind her, holding her, and had placed sweet kisses on her skin that made her yearn for more. But, she was still overwhelmed by what she felt.

Years of living on her own--no, surviving on her own and feeling lonely on a day to day bases to suddenly feeling love and kindness, and a sense of belonging that she never had before. A lot to process. A lot for her to come to terms with. Even more so would be the mortal and goddess sides--or fuck, if she had powers or anything of the like?

And of course, her rational, mortal mind continuing to scream how none of this made fucking sense, but she stopped listening to that side of herself for the last few minutes.

When her eyes do open, she can see Finn's radiant smile and more tears flow from her eyes. Years of being separated and finally reconnected...she couldn't imagine what that must've been like for him and Poe.

"Can we stay for a bit longer....please?" she asked the pair, wanting to lay in the grass, not caring about the stains on her clothes, or what a mess her hair would end up becoming.

Despite not being mortal, Poe was a little overwhelmed himself. The anger that had built so strongly in him was ebbing away like it never happened, a deep and complete joy spreading through him like he hadn’t known since the day they lost her. Complete. They were finally complete.

“Forever, if you want,” he murmured, the arm around her reaching until he could touch Finn’s side. As if he had to prove to both of them that this was real.

A small part of his mind wondered whether she’d snap out of it and be angrier than she was before. Feel tricked somehow.

The rest of him wanted to do nothing more than press his face into her hair and breathe deeply, laying a kiss on the shell of her ear.

“We’ve missed you so much, Rey...”

The emotions she felt swirled around in his periphery, making happy tears spring to his eyes, too. He could scarcely believe-

Finn leaned forward, pressing his lips to her cheeks and kissing every tear away that he could find. "We can do whatever you want." If she asked for the moon, he'd find a way to give it to her. He'd do anything to keep her as close as this. Asking to just stay a moment longer wasn't exactly a hardship.

When he seemed done enough to pause in his duties, Finn nuzzled against her cheek, trying to imagine this happiness living on forever. "You'll never be alone again.

Rey giggled and tried not to squirm from the number of kisses Finn gave her. Or shudder from the kiss Poe left on the shell of her ear. So many emotions were washing over her, but to be told she wouldn't be alone ever again and knowing that to be true...it was almost enough to make her sob. Almost. She wasn't going to break down now. Rey wasn't going to let this moment be ruined with unhappy tears.

They could create new memories, ones for her to hold onto and make up for lost time. There were so many possibilities now, and bit by bit, her memories would return. For now, she wanted nothing more than to hold both men, and be held by them under the tree and stars they crafted all those eons ago.

Around them flowers began to sprout up from the soil. Rey's untapped power reacting to her emotions. For the first time since her death, new life was being brought into the Underworld. Further proof shew as the one they had waited for.

But Rey paid more attention to nuzzling Finn in return, and turning slightly to press a shy kiss to Poe's cheek.

The pair of them had taken her first kiss...again.

He felt the flowers before he saw them, tendrils of stalks and leaves and petals fluttering against his skin as they unfolded. It made his heart almost burst. The land knew her, welcomed her, reveled in her joy. It answered her even if she didn’t know she spoke.

He braced himself up on an elbow, pulling a fraction away from them both as he turned his gaze to the new blossoms. He reached down, plucking one and then another, before turning back to the souls that owned his heart completely. Without a word, he reached out, sliding a purple blossom behind Finn’s ear. When was the last time they’d worn flowers...?

He leaned over Rey to press a soft kiss to Finn’s lips, then leaned down to take another from Rey. A soft kiss, still, but with more intent than Finn had given, his lips parting against hers, a soft sound slipping between them.

He was still holding the flower, too distracted to put it in her hair.

The kiss from Poe was sweet, almost unbearably so. He couldn't remember the last time his husband was this happy. Well... he could remember... Her death just felt so long ago now, especially with Rey in his arms once again. A distant memory, perhaps just a story that never really happened at all.

He watched the two of them kiss, his hand weaving through Poe's hair before pulling away and gently touching the flower behind his ear. His heart ached so much with just this one simple act. Even he wasn't sure of the very last time they had done this. Once, long ago, he tried to recall and just found himself in another spiral because he couldn't. He couldn't remember what colors the flowers were or the shape of Rey's smile or-

But that didn't matter anymore.

He leaned up an elbow, too, plucking another purple flower free and gently placing it behind Poe's ear. It probably wouldn't stay long but the vision it made for now constricted his heart with warmth. He placed a gentle kiss to Poe's temple before moving on to press another to Rey's, his smile not dimming for an instant.

They wore flower crowns once. All of them. Rey taking her time to craft each one for her husband's. Red and orange flowers for Poe's fiery temper, and a mix of blues and purples for Finn's calming presence. The two men who ruled over the Underworld and welcomed her into their hearts, just as she had all those years ago. She could faintly taste the bitterness from those pomegranate seeds they had given her, tying her to both of them, ensuring she wouldn't be taken from either man...

But she had, and while the reasons weren't clear right now, it didn't matter.

Rey was savoring their touches, the soft kisses their lips left on her skin, and the pure joy that came form being loved so unconditionally. Such a stark contrast from her childhood and upbringing.

She felt the soft petals from those flowers beneath her finger tips, nearly stunned with awe if it weren't for Poe slipping a flower behind Finn's ear and watching them kiss. Her heart soared then, loving how sweet both of them looked. Then it was her turn for Poe to kiss her, expecting something sweet and chaste....but then his lips part and her heart starts to beat faster. Her tongue managing to slip past her lips to taste Poe's--

Oh.

Oh.

She pulled back from him a heart beat later, eyes wide and face slightly flushed. Her body felt warm and both men could probably hear her heart beating so fast, ready to burst from her chest. Poe hadn't done anything untoward, but it felt like they were moving fast? Or about to? Because another kiss like that would make her melt.

"You....you are very good at that." were the words that stumbled out of her mouth and felt utterly embarrassed by them.

"B-both of you are--!!" Oh God, she was flailing and completely unsure of herself right now.

"I'm not experienced with this--at all." From a relationship, let alone two, let alone with sex or anything else, honestly.

There was a brief flash of panic when she pulled back, the rejection he had thought abandoned suddenly hitting him once more. This was it, she was coming to her senses, snapping out of her trance—

But then she was stammering, her face darkening in a flush, and Poe felt his heart thump heavily in relief and in desire.

He still remembered the first night they’d been together. She had been nervous then, too, unsure of herself and her body. Finn hadn’t been much more sure, and Poe- well, Poe had indulged in the flesh before, but never with people he loved.

The fact that he and Finn could now help her discover the joy of her body for a second time...

Arousal sped through his blood, a need deeper than he’d known for a while pooling in gut.

“Relax,” he murmured, letting a warm hand rest on her belly as he glanced at Finn. “You’ll remember.” He leaned in, pressing a warm, open mouthed kiss to her throat as his body slid a little closer.

“Your body will remember.”

Finn was frightened when she pulled away, too, his hope teetering but not falling. Poe could be a little forward sometimes. That one instance didn't have to leave all this to ruin.

But instead of being frightened, it was quickly revealed that she was just shy and anxious. He let out a held breath. "We don't really care about experience," Finn offered with a smile, his hand combing through her hair.

While the sight of Poe mouthing at her neck was very nice, he had to wonder where her limits were. "We can slow down if you want," he said, really speaking to both of them. "Go at whatever pace you're comfortable. I meant it, Rey. We're just so happy you're here."

Rey squeezes Finn’s hand, grateful that he was there. The attention Poe was laying on her, as intoxicating as it was—enough to make her let out a soft moan—she was still nervous. Still shy and unsure what they were doing. Finn picked up on her cues, and God, why did she want to run behind Finn? Maybe she knew deep down running would only make Poe want her all the more. He was very playful when he wanted to be—all of them were.

But, Rey did say she was different. She was different in how they remembered her and the memories she had were still few and far between.

“But I want to remember before...before we go to far,” she murmured, trying once more to pull away, moving more towards Finn.

“I’m not ready for it. I need time...” and she sounded so small when she said it, almost afraid of letting both men down.

Poe could take a cue, on occasion, and between the gentle warning in his husband’s voice - (He could practically hear Finn saying ‘you’re going to scare her off, Poe’ ) - and the way she pulled away from him, he managed to take the hint. It wasn’t making the arousal any better, though. It was like getting a taste of something he’d been craving but then it being pulled from his mouth before he could swallow.

Damn it. Damn it.

“We don’t have any interest in doing anything you don’t want,” he forced himself to say, forcibly pulling himself away from her and laying back on the grass. Damn it.

He was too relieved that she was willing to stay to force the issue, though. He could be patient. Probably.

Might require Finn taking the edge off, later, though.

“You’ll get your memories back. I’m sure of it.” He finally remembered the flower in his hand, and reached out to slide it behind her ear before pulling his hand away.

Damn it, this was going to kill him.

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