Finn's words calmed her guilt a little. They wanted to give her what they thought she deserved, not what she thought, which would be very little. It was such a hard thing to adjust to. She nodded her head at him, trying to take in those words and have them stick in her head.
Poe though, her eyebrows were knitted together in concern.
"You gave me a choice," Rey began, her hand moving from holding him to brushing her fingers against his cheek. The frown on his face...he had done enough of that for today. She had pulled back a little, not because he was giving her too much, but she was still new to this relationship. She didn't want Finn to feel left out by her.
"Stay or go back, you gave me a choice rather than dictate what I would do next. Giving me a choice is a step towards freedom." Something she would continue to fight until Demeter got it through her thick head that she was her own person. And Rey would have to grapple with the idea that she deserved things too.
Her look of concern gave way to an apologetic one, with her guilt on her the rise.
"When you're used to having less, anything greater what you have is....it's hard, Poe. And I think it's too much because..." she believed she was lesser, but she didn't want to breathe those words into existence. "I'm trying to overcome that....I just need you and Finn to...reassure me it's okay."
It's okay for her to have more, to want more without feeling guilty for it.
"It's okay. It's more than okay." His hand tightened on Rey, wishing he could just have her understand.
"You're the Queen of the Underworld. You're our Queen. Anything you ask of us, it's okay."
They had a lot of work to do, clearly. Rey needed to be pampered and spoiled, deserved as much. She needed to know her worth and how much she meant to them. But in only six months? Demeter may try to undo every good thing they tried to make her understand.
Finn was worried, wishing the gods would listen to what Rey wanted from her life rather than resort to all of this.
He let out a hard breath, but it was hard to argue when she was looking at him like that, her fingers against his cheek. He felt a small, uncurling desire to kiss her again, but... Not the time, Poe. You can't kiss her every time she looks at you like that.
Finn's words made something flutter in his chest. Our Queen. As if everything felt a little more real, suddenly.
"I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he offered finally. "But if you want smaller rooms, then I'm doing it for all of us. Whatever you desire, Rey. It's all okay. The Underworld is a space solely for us." His arms slipped a little more firmly around them both.
"This is our domain. We will carve it as we wish."
The words echoed in Rey's mind, making it feel all the more real. In the matter of hours, she had gone from a lesser known goddess to Queen of the Underworld. Queen to Hades--to Finn and Poe. It would hit her later, the gravity of it, but her focus was on her husbands.
Funny, she could vaguely sense Finn's worry, echoing in her heart. Whereas for Poe...her eyes drifted down to his lips for a brief moment. The faint whisper of desire curling in the bottom of her stomach. Kissing him and then Finn wouldn't solve anything, or maybe it would? No, focus.
"I-it wouldn't have to be smaller," she began, fumbling over her words as she tried to reign in her emotions, differing them from what she felt from the pair.
"Noting....big? Or too big? I don't know. I honestly wouldn't know to do with that much space." If she would even have a big enough bed, or anything else. Her hand drifted from Poe's cheek back to his side, holding him in turn.
"Baby steps," Finn agreed with a little smile. Something was better than nothing, after all. "You should have input on the design, anyway. Right, Poe?" he asked, looking to his first love.
That would be a sight to behold. Both of them were artists, Poe creating their beautiful palace and Rey creating beautiful new forms of life. He would have to see some sort of collaboration.
"We can take our time." Just... not too much time.
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Poe though, her eyebrows were knitted together in concern.
"You gave me a choice," Rey began, her hand moving from holding him to brushing her fingers against his cheek. The frown on his face...he had done enough of that for today. She had pulled back a little, not because he was giving her too much, but she was still new to this relationship. She didn't want Finn to feel left out by her.
"Stay or go back, you gave me a choice rather than dictate what I would do next. Giving me a choice is a step towards freedom." Something she would continue to fight until Demeter got it through her thick head that she was her own person. And Rey would have to grapple with the idea that she deserved things too.
Her look of concern gave way to an apologetic one, with her guilt on her the rise.
"When you're used to having less, anything greater what you have is....it's hard, Poe. And I think it's too much because..." she believed she was lesser, but she didn't want to breathe those words into existence. "I'm trying to overcome that....I just need you and Finn to...reassure me it's okay."
It's okay for her to have more, to want more without feeling guilty for it.
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"You're the Queen of the Underworld. You're our Queen. Anything you ask of us, it's okay."
They had a lot of work to do, clearly. Rey needed to be pampered and spoiled, deserved as much. She needed to know her worth and how much she meant to them. But in only six months? Demeter may try to undo every good thing they tried to make her understand.
Finn was worried, wishing the gods would listen to what Rey wanted from her life rather than resort to all of this.
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Finn's words made something flutter in his chest. Our Queen. As if everything felt a little more real, suddenly.
"I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he offered finally. "But if you want smaller rooms, then I'm doing it for all of us. Whatever you desire, Rey. It's all okay. The Underworld is a space solely for us." His arms slipped a little more firmly around them both.
"This is our domain. We will carve it as we wish."
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The words echoed in Rey's mind, making it feel all the more real. In the matter of hours, she had gone from a lesser known goddess to Queen of the Underworld. Queen to Hades--to Finn and Poe. It would hit her later, the gravity of it, but her focus was on her husbands.
Funny, she could vaguely sense Finn's worry, echoing in her heart. Whereas for Poe...her eyes drifted down to his lips for a brief moment. The faint whisper of desire curling in the bottom of her stomach. Kissing him and then Finn wouldn't solve anything, or maybe it would? No, focus.
"I-it wouldn't have to be smaller," she began, fumbling over her words as she tried to reign in her emotions, differing them from what she felt from the pair.
"Noting....big? Or too big? I don't know. I honestly wouldn't know to do with that much space." If she would even have a big enough bed, or anything else. Her hand drifted from Poe's cheek back to his side, holding him in turn.
"But..we'll figure out. Baby steps, right?"
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That would be a sight to behold. Both of them were artists, Poe creating their beautiful palace and Rey creating beautiful new forms of life. He would have to see some sort of collaboration.
"We can take our time." Just... not too much time.