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briny:
I forgot I said I was gonna upload poe and rey in cheesy disguises sorry @bomberqueen17 fellas all I gotta say is that if you only ever read one tfa fic let it be uh, the entirety of the home out in the wind series
FAN ART FAN ART click to see the lines *rolls around embarrassingly*
*tries to be professional, posts the excerpt this is illustrating, attempts to be cool*
Chapter 1 of Never Wrote A Letter, wherein Rey and an injured Poe, on the run, are in a dive bar attempting to Blend In and Get Information, in flimsy disguises.
She turned her head, but didn’t stop combing through his hair. She was watching the others around them. He let himself space out, the alcohol and the sensation pulling him out of the ceaseless horrible sickening spin that had been his entire world for the last week or was it two now? Stars, how long had it been? Eternity, maybe. “When you don’t drink so much you’re so much nicer to me,” she said, a little more clearly. Someone was nearby. He should probably recover himself. Only this was probably a more convincing facsimile of drunkenness than he’d be able to perform otherwise.
“Pero te quiero, baby,” he slurred, eyes half-shut, blissful. But I love you , and it was too easy to say. “I’m not drunk, just intoxicated by your beauty.”
“Stars, you’re such a piece of junk,” she said, sounding slightly fond and resigned. She was a better actress than he’d expected.
“Pero tu me quieres,” he said, but you love me , and it was nice to pretend. Always a dangerous thing, for a spy to become too invested in a false persona, but he just felt so good for the first time in so long. He let his forehead rest against her shoulder. “I forgot the rest of my cheesy pick-up lines.”
“You don’t need them, surely,” she said. “I’m already in your lap.”
“‘M jus’ tryin’ to give you the full experience,” he said.
and
Yeah, it was a code word all right, but the guy was way too eager. “Whatever you say, pal,” Poe said. “Either way, I don’t got nothin’ like that.”
The guy’s expression went a little hard, and he sat forward. “Where’d you say you were from?”
“Didn’t say,” Poe said. “Why you wanna know?”
“Friendly conversation,” the man said.
“Man, we look like we want a friendly conversation?” Poe asked. “You have a lot of friendly conversations with a man straight through his wife’s torso like this? You know, wherever we from, we got real different manners, is all I’m sayin’.”
“See that’s where I’m suspicious,” the man said. “You must be from someplace with really odd customs. Because in normal places, there’s no way a woman like this would be wasting her time with a pathetic scrap of a drunk bum like you.”
“We all got our good features an’ our bad features,” Poe said.
“I don’t see how a pipsqueak cripple like you could possibly keep a woman like this satisfied,” the man said.
Poe laughed. “That’s ‘cuz you got no imagination, amigo.”
briny:
I forgot I said I was gonna upload poe and rey in cheesy disguises sorry @bomberqueen17 fellas all I gotta say is that if you only ever read one tfa fic let it be uh, the entirety of the home out in the wind series
FAN ART FAN ART click to see the lines *rolls around embarrassingly*
*tries to be professional, posts the excerpt this is illustrating, attempts to be cool*
Chapter 1 of Never Wrote A Letter, wherein Rey and an injured Poe, on the run, are in a dive bar attempting to Blend In and Get Information, in flimsy disguises.
She turned her head, but didn’t stop combing through his hair. She was watching the others around them. He let himself space out, the alcohol and the sensation pulling him out of the ceaseless horrible sickening spin that had been his entire world for the last week or was it two now? Stars, how long had it been? Eternity, maybe. “When you don’t drink so much you’re so much nicer to me,” she said, a little more clearly. Someone was nearby. He should probably recover himself. Only this was probably a more convincing facsimile of drunkenness than he’d be able to perform otherwise.
“Pero te quiero, baby,” he slurred, eyes half-shut, blissful. But I love you , and it was too easy to say. “I’m not drunk, just intoxicated by your beauty.”
“Stars, you’re such a piece of junk,” she said, sounding slightly fond and resigned. She was a better actress than he’d expected.
“Pero tu me quieres,” he said, but you love me , and it was nice to pretend. Always a dangerous thing, for a spy to become too invested in a false persona, but he just felt so good for the first time in so long. He let his forehead rest against her shoulder. “I forgot the rest of my cheesy pick-up lines.”
“You don’t need them, surely,” she said. “I’m already in your lap.”
“‘M jus’ tryin’ to give you the full experience,” he said.
and
Yeah, it was a code word all right, but the guy was way too eager. “Whatever you say, pal,” Poe said. “Either way, I don’t got nothin’ like that.”
The guy’s expression went a little hard, and he sat forward. “Where’d you say you were from?”
“Didn’t say,” Poe said. “Why you wanna know?”
“Friendly conversation,” the man said.
“Man, we look like we want a friendly conversation?” Poe asked. “You have a lot of friendly conversations with a man straight through his wife’s torso like this? You know, wherever we from, we got real different manners, is all I’m sayin’.”
“See that’s where I’m suspicious,” the man said. “You must be from someplace with really odd customs. Because in normal places, there’s no way a woman like this would be wasting her time with a pathetic scrap of a drunk bum like you.”
“We all got our good features an’ our bad features,” Poe said.
“I don’t see how a pipsqueak cripple like you could possibly keep a woman like this satisfied,” the man said.
Poe laughed. “That’s ‘cuz you got no imagination, amigo.”
