𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 | poe dameron

𝐢𝐢𝐢. I hate sand

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

jakku

When Poe came to, he was sinking in the sand.

"Fuck." He said as he scrambled away from the open mouth of whatever hungry sand creature there was below him that was looking for a snack. Just then, he spotted the motionless for of Padme a little ways away, also slowly beggining to sink.

"Damn it Princess, I just saved you." He muttered to himself as he rushed to the brunette girl and dragged her away from the sinking sand, finding refuge on a boulder where he pulled her into the shade.

It was now, in the stark sunlight of Jakku that he noticed how truly worn she looked. Bruises peppered her like freckles and dark circles hung beneath her eyes like unlit chandeliers on a ceiling. If he couldn't feel the blood pumping through her veins, he would be sure she was dead.

Then, her eyes shot open. Coughing up some sand she had swallowed, she leant forward as Poe held her steady. He noticed her heavy breathing and rubbed what he hoped would be soothing circles on her back.

"Hey it's okay, we're okay." He said, meeting her eyes as her breath slowed.

"Where's Finn? Where's the ship?" She asked and he shook his head.

"I have no idea." Poe said. "My favourite jacket is in there too."

They were both silent for a moment, grappling with what this information meant for their own survival at this point.

"It's getting dark, the sand worms come out soon." Padme muttered. "If we climb up to the top of this rocky area we can be safe until tomorrow."

"And then what do we do tomorrow?"

"I don't this often." Padme said with a sigh, looking the pilot straight in the eyes. "But I have no clue."

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"God I hate sand." Padme said as she attempted to comb sand out of her hair.

They had managed to climb up the rocky area, although it had been terribly hot at first, but with the disappearance of the sun it became slightly cooler and more comfortable for the two rebels. Or however comfortable they could be on a huge rock formation in the middle of a desert planet.

Poe was laying on his back, a rock keeping his head propped up as he stared at the sky above them. Hearing Padme's mutterings he turned to look at her. Her long brown hair was own out of the messy ponytail it had been in earlier and somehow she looked far too elegant to be stranded in a place like this.

I wonder how I look compared to her, Poe thought to himself.

"What are you staring at, Flyboy?" Padme asked although she didn't look at him while she still messed with her. He shrugged, silent for a moment before speaking.

"Just wondering."

"Credit for your thoughts."

It was silent once more. Truly silent in a way it can only be on a planet where it was just you and sand for miles.

"What happened?" He asked, asking the question he had been wondering for over a year. "How did you end up on that ship?"

"It was during one of our First Order raids." Padme said stoically. "I wasn't supposed to be there but they were a few people down and I went along. It was supposed to be in and out, easy but... it wasn't."

"Why did they take you?"

The silence they knew so well descended upon them again and he looked back up at her and noticed she had left her hair alone, leaving it to fall down her back in soft, chocolatey waves as she stared ahead.