[ the heat and humidity of wyvern remind poe of home in a way he hasn't been reminded of it in a while, feelings and sensation more than thought and memory. it isn't bad, not in itself, but it serves as a visceral reminder of everything they've all lost. it's still staggering, and poe can't say he's processed it yet. mostly, he's been keeping busy, trying to be helpful.
he's found a place to stay for the night, a small, abandoned hut overlooking a section of jungle and wyvern. it's a little off the beaten track, which could be dangerous, but for tonight, poe figures he can handle it. him and kate, who he's offered a place to crash for the night.
he's got a bottle of something strong and alcoholic, he has some meat in his stomach, and there's a fire going. if not for everything else that's been going on, it would be perfect. poe leans back, tipping his head up to the stars, though he's looking at kate from the corner of his eyes. ]
[ Kate thinks she should be numb to it all by now; and maybe she should be. It all came with the territory of "superheroics" as she liked to label it, the constant sway of shifting scenarios, unexpected and the like, with an instinctive preparation for whatever came next. Even as friends became more ill and circumstances required migration, she knew that her only real choice in the matter was keeping her head up and contributing however she could to help things flow easier.
Poe isn't much different, at least in how she's measured him up to be thus far. He may not carry the term superhero in his world, but she feels like he'd fit right in with her approaches — fighting to do the right thing, protecting those who needed it most.
Kate was a little homesick for her old friends, but there's familiarity with someone who had a good heart. Sitting by the fireside, liquor keeping her warm in her belly, there's a sense of ease in his presence even in the midst of a lingering crisis.
When he speaks, she puts on an easy smile, her cheeks already slightly flushed from the drink, as she lays on her side in the grass, palm tucked beneath her cheek to keep her head up. ] Tell me more about it. [ She's willing to listen, especially as Kate has the tendency to ramble on about her own history, having said this and that about Earth — the strangely addictive claustrophobia of New York, the endless summer breezes of California beaches. She takes pride in her own home, but having had her own ventures into space, she's not unappreciative of unknown worlds away from her own. ]
[ he isn't a superhero. sometimes, he isn't even sure that he's a hero — has he done enough to deserve that? he isn't doing it to be one; he's doing what he does because it's right, because someone needs to do it, because he's passionate about it. there's nothing super about it, anyway; he isn't a jedi or anything. he's just a damn good pilot.
(maybe he's more. maybe he's someone who can lead, too. general organa seemed to think so.)
he may not be a superhero, but there are still plenty similarities. poe knows how to keep his head up and how to contribute, too, and that it's what he has to do. he knows that he needs to take care of himself, too, because how else can he take care of others? (there are plenty causes he would run himself into the ground for. he knows that, too.) ]
I think the thing I've always liked best about it is how alive everything is. There's life all around you at any moment.
[ Kate gives a soft hum, her eyes glancing upward in following his towards the stars for a brief moment. Funny how easing and serene the current setting is despite the chaos that's been blooming elsewhere. ]
Gee, Poe. Who knew what an existential guy you'd be!
[ She echoes out light laughter, not at all mocking and simply filled with playful amusement. Still, her body remains relaxed, a slight glow in her eyes from firelight reflecting in them. ]
That really is the best thing though, isn't it? Like an endless reminder that you're not on your own.
[ poe lets out a laugh as well at her words, genuinely amused rather than offended or hurt. ]
What can I say? I'm deep. [ he's not. at least he doesn't think that he is. he's just a guy trying to do the right thing, passionate about flying and justice. there's a million like him in the resistance, though none that can fly quite like he can.
but kate continues and his laughter quiets as he turns to look at her, their gazes catching. ] Yeah. Sometimes, it's good to be reminded.
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he's found a place to stay for the night, a small, abandoned hut overlooking a section of jungle and wyvern. it's a little off the beaten track, which could be dangerous, but for tonight, poe figures he can handle it. him and kate, who he's offered a place to crash for the night.
he's got a bottle of something strong and alcoholic, he has some meat in his stomach, and there's a fire going. if not for everything else that's been going on, it would be perfect. poe leans back, tipping his head up to the stars, though he's looking at kate from the corner of his eyes. ]
It reminds me of home.
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Poe isn't much different, at least in how she's measured him up to be thus far. He may not carry the term superhero in his world, but she feels like he'd fit right in with her approaches — fighting to do the right thing, protecting those who needed it most.
Kate was a little homesick for her old friends, but there's familiarity with someone who had a good heart. Sitting by the fireside, liquor keeping her warm in her belly, there's a sense of ease in his presence even in the midst of a lingering crisis.
When he speaks, she puts on an easy smile, her cheeks already slightly flushed from the drink, as she lays on her side in the grass, palm tucked beneath her cheek to keep her head up. ] Tell me more about it. [ She's willing to listen, especially as Kate has the tendency to ramble on about her own history, having said this and that about Earth — the strangely addictive claustrophobia of New York, the endless summer breezes of California beaches. She takes pride in her own home, but having had her own ventures into space, she's not unappreciative of unknown worlds away from her own. ]
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(maybe he's more. maybe he's someone who can lead, too. general organa seemed to think so.)
he may not be a superhero, but there are still plenty similarities. poe knows how to keep his head up and how to contribute, too, and that it's what he has to do. he knows that he needs to take care of himself, too, because how else can he take care of others? (there are plenty causes he would run himself into the ground for. he knows that, too.) ]
I think the thing I've always liked best about it is how alive everything is. There's life all around you at any moment.
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Gee, Poe. Who knew what an existential guy you'd be!
[ She echoes out light laughter, not at all mocking and simply filled with playful amusement. Still, her body remains relaxed, a slight glow in her eyes from firelight reflecting in them. ]
That really is the best thing though, isn't it? Like an endless reminder that you're not on your own.
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What can I say? I'm deep. [ he's not. at least he doesn't think that he is. he's just a guy trying to do the right thing, passionate about flying and justice. there's a million like him in the resistance, though none that can fly quite like he can.
but kate continues and his laughter quiets as he turns to look at her, their gazes catching. ] Yeah. Sometimes, it's good to be reminded.