Finn shook his head, frustrated by this conversation. "We can check." That, at least, would calm them both.
"But Poe, we will protect her no matter where she is. If something happens, if we even see him, we can bring her back here in a heartbeat. She's not going to get hurt again. She can't."
“I’ll kill him if he lays a hand on her,” he growled darkly. He had managed to fully and completely turn his focus from pleasure to anger, and that streak of denial and lack of satisfaction just gave sharper edges to the feeling.
“I don’t even care if it takes me out, too. Not again. No one is taking her from us ever again.”
"None of us are going anywhere." His voice was low, dangerous, but calm. Sure. A world without either of his lovers would never exist again. They were together now and it was going to stay that way.
His hands gently found Poe's back, holding him firmly even if he wasn't pressed close. "We will stand up to him or we will run. No one is getting hurt again. No one's leaving the others behind. Understand?"
He made a low, frustrated sound, but didn’t argue. He loved Finn, and he loved Rey, and if he could ensure that they would be safe and happy - even without him - then he’d do it.
But he didn’t want to start a fight over it.
“I understand,” he finally said. He didn’t agree, but he understood.
Yeah, Finn caught that but he knew it was the best he'd ever get. Besides, he was being a bit hypocritical. If it came to the lives of either of his lovers, Finn would sacrifice himself in hardly a blink. But that was him, not Poe or Rey. Seemed like a distinction there...
But he also knew how much Rey's absence had hurt him and Poe. He'd never want either of them to feel that pain because of him.
Shaking the thoughts away, Finn pushed forward to kiss Poe deeply, as if it could very well be their last. But he slowly pulled away, trying to let that topic die. "Did you still want-...?"
The kiss helped, but only a little. There was a fire under Poe’s skin now, a low burning rage that would not be quenched. The kindling had been heaped over centuries and that tiny spark of concern was setting it ablaze.
What he needed now was war.
“I’m alright,” he murmured. “I can wait.” Even his most righteous anger had never withstood both Finn and Rey at once. He could wait, for her. He knew his husband was more interested in helping him than he was in anything himself, and Poe had always had trouble focusing purely on his own pleasure. Let alone in a situation like this.
But he pressed a hard kiss back to Finn’s lips before he stood up.
“We may as well prepare ourselves to see her world.”
"Enjoy her world," Finn quietly corrected, standing up as well. "We don't have to prepare for this. We'll guard her and still enjoy it." He wouldn't allow them to constantly live in fear and vigilance. Home was finally here again. They would enjoy it.
For now, though, he padded away before modern clothes appeared on his body again. "Rey?" Had she gotten caught up in her old room?
Rey some how managed to stop feeling....aroused by her lovers. Whether that was because she figured out how to control it, or that Finn and Poe weren’t in the mood, was beyond her. No, she found herself retracing her steps, exploring the room she once had. A room she spent a lot of time in, examining her old writing desk, shelves with scrolls or books...
And tucked between a few books were old letters she left for Poe and Finn. Words of love to make them smile or laugh....was it weird she could vaguely recall the swipes and swirls of her quilt on the parchment.
They never stepped in her room. Not since she died. They didn’t find her notes to keep their spirits up. Fuck, she felt so guilty for it. Granted, it wasn’t her fault but...they needed these letters. Just as she needed them when she was younger.
“Come in,” She murmured, and a second later the door opened, showing her in her pajamas still, and looking lost. Slowly she turned to them, holding out the letters she had written ages ago.
By the time Rey emerged, Poe was in his modern clothing again, complete with black skinny jeans.
He frowned as she approached, still in her pyjamas and holding out scrolls to them. He felt his stomach drop. He hadn’t been able to go into that room at all. If Rey had left them something and he’d missed it—
He stepped forward, carefully, and took the one she was holding out to him, his expression a little confused and wary.
Finn froze when he realized something was wrong. Rey was still dressed in her sleep clothes and she... looked distraught. Before he could ask, she was holding two familiar sights. Notes to them. She wrote them all the time before she would leave, scatter them about the underworld for Finn and Poe to find.
But he'd never seen these. Like Poe, he couldn't dare step foot into her room after she had gone.
He reached out and seemed indecisive for a moment before gently taking his from her hand. "You left these? Before?" Could he bring himself to read it now? Could he do that to himself? To either of them?
Rey should have changed into different clothes, but she had gotten caught up in the emotion and sense of the room she once had. Buts and pieces had come back to her, and honestly, she was surprised to have something addressed to both of them. It felt like she had failed them, somehow. She had failed in returning, or by not giving them something when they needed it the most.
“Yes, I had...I wrote them for you, wrote them and wanted you to come find them...” she could picture it, Finn or Finn and Poe, wandering into her room, laying on her smallish bed, finding some comfort in her absence and find a note for them...
But it never happened.
She looked down for a moment, taking in a deep breath to steady her emotions.
For Finn, it was short and sweet, encouraging him to climb up the willow tree left in the garden, just so they could do it together as they had done before. Soft words and reassurances of how much she loved him.
For Poe, the tone was more playful, asking if she could sit in his meetings, on his lap no less, just to get him to smile. More words of love and promises she wasn’t able to fulfill.
Sweet notes that couldn’t comfort them in their time of need.
“I wanted you to have them, I’m sorry that their late.”
He hesitated, gripping the letter and frowning at it, not quite willing to read it.
"... Thank you," he murmured, pressing it to his chest without opening it. He knew there couldn't be a lot in it - it was hardly going to be a will. None of them had expected her to actually die. But it still felt like she was stretching her hand out from death.
"Does it feel strange, to find things you wrote? Can you remember writing them?"
Finn just stared down at his own piece of parchment, griping it but unwilling to read. Perhaps later, in private, he could make himself get it over with. Right now, he couldn't grieve Rey while she stood in front of him.
He stepped forward to wrap her in a loose hug, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Thank you. I'm sorry we didn't find them." Sorry that he had put her in this position now. Sorry for so many things he couldn't possibly begin to list.
Rey didn't shy away from Finn, returning his embrace, trying to keep the guilt and sadness she felt to herself.
"You don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault." For what happened. For not going into her room. They didn't know she would die. Hell, Rey didn't know what caused her to die to begin with, but that was for another day. One thing at a time.
"It felt nostalgic to be here...wisps of memories, and glimpses of them. I.." a bitter smile came over her face, lowering her head to press into Finn's shoulder for a brief moment.
"I can remember having the quill in my hand, writing it out and then trying to decide how I wanted to seal it." With wax, or maybe wrap it with a ribbon. The silliest, smallest mundane details came easily, but the bigger events were still a blur.
Finn didn't want to leave the hug but he didn't hold Rey to him so tightly anymore either. The close proximity was enough. What he did clench, though, was his letter. There was a fear in the back of his mind of damaging it but the rest of him didn't care. Rey was here now. What did it matter anymore?
"Maybe you'll remember soon," he offered quietly. "Whatever happens, we're here for you. Anything you need." Especially overly long hugs.
Though he hadn't forgotten her scars or anything else over the past 24 hours. She still had a life without them that couldn't be ignored. If only he knew how to begin addressing it.
It was a thought, a very strong possibility that her memories were coming back. Possibly sooner than anticipated. Which, wouldn’t be a bad thing. It would make things easier and allow her to be closer to both men, and give into the desires that Poe had.
But an overly long hug was something she needed right now. She nodded her head to Finn, not caring about anything else at the moment.
She let out a deep breath, pulling herself together before pulling back from Finn.
“Maybe....it would be helpful, but are you two okay?” With the letters, with her and enjoying themselves?
“Did you want me to make breakfast or go on that tour?”
Finn pulled away from Rey as well, getting a good look at her to make sure she was okay, too. "We're okay." Now that she's here with them again, they'll find a way to be okay.
He tucked his own letter away and gave a small smile towards Poe. "Yeah, the tour sounds perfect." A good way to get them all to stop thinking so much and enjoy the present. He looked again to Rey. "Wherever you want, Poe and I can get you there."
Poe’s reply almost made Rey want to ask again, but she reframed. She didn’t want to push. She was trying to hide her own feelings about it. No need to make either of them worry. They had a tour to do—and Rey had a snack bar or two to munch on. It would be fine.
“I don’t know where to start. You two choose, I need to change.” Because trying that trick again probably wouldn’t work and she wasn’t in the mood to try.
Rey moved away from the pair, turning her back to them as she went to her small bag, fishing out her clothes and placed a snack bar on her old bed. She didn’t mind changing in front of them again, but the faint scars Finn saw earlier would be visible to Poe—if he looked at her.
A few seconds later she was in denim pants and an old college shirt. Ordinary, normal, nothing to make her stand out.
Poe gave Finn a glance. His desire for a tour had less to do with the upper world and a lot more to do with Rey's view of the upper world. He didn't know where to start because all he wanted was to see the world the way that she did.
"Where she grew up, maybe?" He asked in a quite voice while she was changing. "In case there's something special about the location?"
Yeah, he was still clearly thinking about Ares. He would be for a while. Especially when he stole a glance over at her and noticed the scars.
He tensed visibly, and found himself staring for several seconds before forcefully averting his gaze. Instead, his eyes found Finn's, his expression dark.
When she turned around, however, he forced a smile to his lips. It wasn't even that hard. She looked... well, cute, like this.
"I'm ready," He said easily, pulling his concentrating and focus into the room, preparing to make a door. "Where to?"
Finn didn't look, knowing what he'd see, but his gaze did stay on Poe. He watched as the other figured it out, too, which was a shame. Finn wanted to be the one to tell him, to try breaking it to him easier than this. Instead, he didn't turn away from the darkness in his eyes, just projecting back sadness and understanding. He should have found time to say something...
But he managed a little smile when Rey appeared again, his eyes darting to Poe for a split second. "If you don't mind, Poe and I were wondering if we could see where you grew up."
“You want to visit London?” Not exactly where she grew up, but close enough. It wouldn’t be a bad idea, though some of her classmates in London...if they saw her, they might question what she was doing there. Considering she should be in Greece but, the chances of her running into someone were very low.
“I grew up in the lower side of it, nothing fancy, but..okay?” Gods, would the old place she grew up in...was it still there? A tiny shack of a place that Unkar barely kept together or visited.
“Ah, you may want to have a jacket, it could rain. It happens sometimes.”
Finn's attire also shifted to a thicker coat, producing a long purple one for Rey as well. Didn't seem like she had any overly warm or waterproof clothes with her?
He also easily picked up on what Poe was really looking for and was almost hoping they wouldn't find it. Not while Rey was with them. Finn wanted to seek vengeance, of course, but it would do nothing if it drove Rey away from them. Then who won?
But the sentiment remained the same. "We want to know everything." His eyes flashed purple, already finding a way between the Underworld and this part of London she was talking about. "We missed you. If you never remember, we still want to be a part of your life." If she'll have them... but he couldn't bring himself to voice the chance of rejection at this point. Bit dark of him, he knew, but it was what it was.
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"But Poe, we will protect her no matter where she is. If something happens, if we even see him, we can bring her back here in a heartbeat. She's not going to get hurt again. She can't."
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“I don’t even care if it takes me out, too. Not again. No one is taking her from us ever again.”
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His hands gently found Poe's back, holding him firmly even if he wasn't pressed close. "We will stand up to him or we will run. No one is getting hurt again. No one's leaving the others behind. Understand?"
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But he didn’t want to start a fight over it.
“I understand,” he finally said. He didn’t agree, but he understood.
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But he also knew how much Rey's absence had hurt him and Poe. He'd never want either of them to feel that pain because of him.
Shaking the thoughts away, Finn pushed forward to kiss Poe deeply, as if it could very well be their last. But he slowly pulled away, trying to let that topic die. "Did you still want-...?"
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What he needed now was war.
“I’m alright,” he murmured. “I can wait.” Even his most righteous anger had never withstood both Finn and Rey at once. He could wait, for her. He knew his husband was more interested in helping him than he was in anything himself, and Poe had always had trouble focusing purely on his own pleasure. Let alone in a situation like this.
But he pressed a hard kiss back to Finn’s lips before he stood up.
“We may as well prepare ourselves to see her world.”
And keep an eye out for Ares.
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For now, though, he padded away before modern clothes appeared on his body again. "Rey?" Had she gotten caught up in her old room?
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And tucked between a few books were old letters she left for Poe and Finn. Words of love to make them smile or laugh....was it weird she could vaguely recall the swipes and swirls of her quilt on the parchment.
They never stepped in her room. Not since she died. They didn’t find her notes to keep their spirits up. Fuck, she felt so guilty for it. Granted, it wasn’t her fault but...they needed these letters. Just as she needed them when she was younger.
“Come in,” She murmured, and a second later the door opened, showing her in her pajamas still, and looking lost. Slowly she turned to them, holding out the letters she had written ages ago.
“You...you two were supposed to have these.”
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He frowned as she approached, still in her pyjamas and holding out scrolls to them. He felt his stomach drop. He hadn’t been able to go into that room at all. If Rey had left them something and he’d missed it—
He stepped forward, carefully, and took the one she was holding out to him, his expression a little confused and wary.
“You found these?”
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But he'd never seen these. Like Poe, he couldn't dare step foot into her room after she had gone.
He reached out and seemed indecisive for a moment before gently taking his from her hand. "You left these? Before?" Could he bring himself to read it now? Could he do that to himself? To either of them?
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“Yes, I had...I wrote them for you, wrote them and wanted you to come find them...” she could picture it, Finn or Finn and Poe, wandering into her room, laying on her smallish bed, finding some comfort in her absence and find a note for them...
But it never happened.
She looked down for a moment, taking in a deep breath to steady her emotions.
For Finn, it was short and sweet, encouraging him to climb up the willow tree left in the garden, just so they could do it together as they had done before. Soft words and reassurances of how much she loved him.
For Poe, the tone was more playful, asking if she could sit in his meetings, on his lap no less, just to get him to smile. More words of love and promises she wasn’t able to fulfill.
Sweet notes that couldn’t comfort them in their time of need.
“I wanted you to have them, I’m sorry that their late.”
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"... Thank you," he murmured, pressing it to his chest without opening it. He knew there couldn't be a lot in it - it was hardly going to be a will. None of them had expected her to actually die. But it still felt like she was stretching her hand out from death.
"Does it feel strange, to find things you wrote? Can you remember writing them?"
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He stepped forward to wrap her in a loose hug, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Thank you. I'm sorry we didn't find them." Sorry that he had put her in this position now. Sorry for so many things he couldn't possibly begin to list.
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"You don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault." For what happened. For not going into her room. They didn't know she would die. Hell, Rey didn't know what caused her to die to begin with, but that was for another day. One thing at a time.
"It felt nostalgic to be here...wisps of memories, and glimpses of them. I.." a bitter smile came over her face, lowering her head to press into Finn's shoulder for a brief moment.
"I can remember having the quill in my hand, writing it out and then trying to decide how I wanted to seal it." With wax, or maybe wrap it with a ribbon. The silliest, smallest mundane details came easily, but the bigger events were still a blur.
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He carefully took the scroll and slid it into a pocket of his leather jacket, the parchment disappearing.
“That means it’ll all come back, we just have to be patient.”
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"Maybe you'll remember soon," he offered quietly. "Whatever happens, we're here for you. Anything you need." Especially overly long hugs.
Though he hadn't forgotten her scars or anything else over the past 24 hours. She still had a life without them that couldn't be ignored. If only he knew how to begin addressing it.
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But an overly long hug was something she needed right now. She nodded her head to Finn, not caring about anything else at the moment.
She let out a deep breath, pulling herself together before pulling back from Finn.
“Maybe....it would be helpful, but are you two okay?” With the letters, with her and enjoying themselves?
“Did you want me to make breakfast or go on that tour?”
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“Just need some air, is all. So let’s go above and have that tour of yours.”
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He tucked his own letter away and gave a small smile towards Poe. "Yeah, the tour sounds perfect." A good way to get them all to stop thinking so much and enjoy the present. He looked again to Rey. "Wherever you want, Poe and I can get you there."
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“I don’t know where to start. You two choose, I need to change.” Because trying that trick again probably wouldn’t work and she wasn’t in the mood to try.
Rey moved away from the pair, turning her back to them as she went to her small bag, fishing out her clothes and placed a snack bar on her old bed. She didn’t mind changing in front of them again, but the faint scars Finn saw earlier would be visible to Poe—if he looked at her.
A few seconds later she was in denim pants and an old college shirt. Ordinary, normal, nothing to make her stand out.
“Ready when you are.”
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"Where she grew up, maybe?" He asked in a quite voice while she was changing. "In case there's something special about the location?"
Yeah, he was still clearly thinking about Ares. He would be for a while. Especially when he stole a glance over at her and noticed the scars.
He tensed visibly, and found himself staring for several seconds before forcefully averting his gaze. Instead, his eyes found Finn's, his expression dark.
When she turned around, however, he forced a smile to his lips. It wasn't even that hard. She looked... well, cute, like this.
"I'm ready," He said easily, pulling his concentrating and focus into the room, preparing to make a door. "Where to?"
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But he managed a little smile when Rey appeared again, his eyes darting to Poe for a split second. "If you don't mind, Poe and I were wondering if we could see where you grew up."
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“I grew up in the lower side of it, nothing fancy, but..okay?” Gods, would the old place she grew up in...was it still there? A tiny shack of a place that Unkar barely kept together or visited.
“Ah, you may want to have a jacket, it could rain. It happens sometimes.”
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"We want to see all of it," He added. "We missed everything until now. We want to catch up."
Maybe utterly destroy whoever gave her those scars, but. Who was keeping track?
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He also easily picked up on what Poe was really looking for and was almost hoping they wouldn't find it. Not while Rey was with them. Finn wanted to seek vengeance, of course, but it would do nothing if it drove Rey away from them. Then who won?
But the sentiment remained the same. "We want to know everything." His eyes flashed purple, already finding a way between the Underworld and this part of London she was talking about. "We missed you. If you never remember, we still want to be a part of your life." If she'll have them... but he couldn't bring himself to voice the chance of rejection at this point. Bit dark of him, he knew, but it was what it was.
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