Chapter 2: Good Enough
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on AO3, continuing The Saga. Kes finds his place in the Resistance, arrangements are made for the mission, Rey learns some really crucial information about herself, Poe gets his hair petted A Lot, and various plots are afoot.
Kes shrugged. “There’s work all over,” he said. “I grew up going out to work in various harbors loading freight, and saving my money to come home and work on the family farm during harvest season. I do that now, I work in the local harbor, and I can get enough time off from that to grow some food and livestock, and it’s a pretty good life. Poe thought that was just the worst, though, boring and hard and unglamorous.”
“I,” Finn said, bewildered, “you can just— grow food?” Kes had never really considered it but the kid was probably a spacer, probably hadn’t ever spent any amount of time in one place on a planet.
For some reason he remembered Shara’s face when he’d explained to her that plants didn’t grow in the winter. And then he remembered her delight the first time she’d picked a vegetable off a plant she’d planted herself. She’d been a spacer, through and through, and she’d never really gotten over it, but she’d mostly enjoyed planetside life.
Well. Mostly.
MEANWHILE
“Stop that,” Rey said. “My point is, Poe, I really like you, I think you’re amazing, and I wish you’d stop beating yourself up.”
He squinted at her. “It’s sort of hard not to,” he said.
“I’m telling you to stop,” she said, and she put in enough Force suggestion that he’d feel it, but not enough that he’d have to obey. He was used to that, she’d gathered; it was how Leia often operated, subtle and quiet and really compelling, but never crossing the line.
He picked up on it, and laughed, a quiet bitter little ripple of amusement underlaid unexpectedly with wistfulness. “Don’t tease,” he said, “it’s mean.”
“What,” she said, “you want me to just take your mind over and make you do my wicked bidding?”
“Kind of,” he admitted, and there was an undercurrent of real honesty there that she hadn’t expected.
“Oh,” she said.
He glanced over at her, eyes going a little wide in mortification. “Oh,” he said, “I didn’t mean– that came out creepy.” His face went a little darker– he was blushing. Oh.
Oh.
on AO3, continuing The Saga. Kes finds his place in the Resistance, arrangements are made for the mission, Rey learns some really crucial information about herself, Poe gets his hair petted A Lot, and various plots are afoot.
Kes shrugged. “There’s work all over,” he said. “I grew up going out to work in various harbors loading freight, and saving my money to come home and work on the family farm during harvest season. I do that now, I work in the local harbor, and I can get enough time off from that to grow some food and livestock, and it’s a pretty good life. Poe thought that was just the worst, though, boring and hard and unglamorous.”
“I,” Finn said, bewildered, “you can just— grow food?” Kes had never really considered it but the kid was probably a spacer, probably hadn’t ever spent any amount of time in one place on a planet.
For some reason he remembered Shara’s face when he’d explained to her that plants didn’t grow in the winter. And then he remembered her delight the first time she’d picked a vegetable off a plant she’d planted herself. She’d been a spacer, through and through, and she’d never really gotten over it, but she’d mostly enjoyed planetside life.
Well. Mostly.
MEANWHILE
“Stop that,” Rey said. “My point is, Poe, I really like you, I think you’re amazing, and I wish you’d stop beating yourself up.”
He squinted at her. “It’s sort of hard not to,” he said.
“I’m telling you to stop,” she said, and she put in enough Force suggestion that he’d feel it, but not enough that he’d have to obey. He was used to that, she’d gathered; it was how Leia often operated, subtle and quiet and really compelling, but never crossing the line.
He picked up on it, and laughed, a quiet bitter little ripple of amusement underlaid unexpectedly with wistfulness. “Don’t tease,” he said, “it’s mean.”
“What,” she said, “you want me to just take your mind over and make you do my wicked bidding?”
“Kind of,” he admitted, and there was an undercurrent of real honesty there that she hadn’t expected.
“Oh,” she said.
He glanced over at her, eyes going a little wide in mortification. “Oh,” he said, “I didn’t mean– that came out creepy.” His face went a little darker– he was blushing. Oh.
Oh.
