fever dreams ; kylo ren

vi. don't fight it

"Neve," a distinct, deep voice called out to her. It was that voice. The voice that made her chest tighten. It was his voice. That deep, rumbling tone of his. But there was something so different about it now. Something dark. Cold.

Sad.

And it sounded far away. Not as if he had been lost in thought, but as if he were physically far away.

And that's where she wanted him to be. Far away.

She looked around at her surroundings, only to find herself surrounded by darkness. The vastness of space and the stars that littered it. Her brows scrunched, confused. She wasn't floating through in a ship, she was just...

There.

She looked down at her feet, only to find she was standing on nothing. How was this possible? How had she gotten there? Why?

"Neve." His voice cut through her thoughts, her endless questions with no answers. Yet. "I can feel you again." His voice seemed to almost move through her ears. As if he was walking around her. She could hear him release a breath, shakily. And she could swear she felt it against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

She quickly regained her composure, shaking her head. No. This wasn't good.

The only time Neve had ever felt him through the Force before was when they were on the same planet. And now she wasn't on any planet at all. 'I have to be on Jakku still.' It wasn't possible for her to be in the middle of space. No ship. Standing on nothing at all. But what was this? This was unlike any dream she'd had before.

She turned herself around and began walking, as if she'd find her way out by doing that. As if she was walking away from him, even though she had no idea where he was.

"Don't fight it." She heard his voice again, but it wasn't any further away. And it wasn't any closer, either.

She clenched her jaw, breaking out into a run instead. She just wanted to scream at him to go away.

She ran and she ran and she was getting nowhere. There was nothing. No way out. No doors, no ships. No one.

She stopped, shutting her eyes and clenching them tight. Her hands came up, clamping over her eyes. She inhaled deeply, holding it, and then exhaling. She did that again and again until she regained control over her breathing.

She let her hands fall from her eyes, but her eyelids stayed shut. She listened. Everything was quiet. No noises. No voices.

She took a deep breath again, holding it just as she had been. As she exhaled, she let her eyelids relax and flutter open.

Only for her breath to catch in her throat, her eyes widening to a size comparable to the mass of Bespin.

She struggled to form a thought, to observe her surroundings. To understand who was in front of her. She struggled to and she didn't have time to.

"Neve--"

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Neve shot straight up out of bed, gasping for air, hand clutching her chest. She felt something snap in her head, in her body. Almost like a rubber band being pulled taut and tearing as it was stretched too far.

Sweat dripped down her forehead, down her cheek. She wiped it away, her skin actually hot to the touch.

She looked around her, Rey's little home looking much different than it did the night before. The sun peaked through the holes and cracks in the structure, illuminating the room. Dust and sand particles floated about.