Rey stared at Ben, her anger slowly drifting on a sea of other emotion. Ben's eyes looked like the whiskey Rey's foster father drank every day to forget himself.
She touched Ben's face sadly. Drained of that righteous anger, she had no mooring, no purpose.
Ben kissed Rey's hand once, then again, and suddenly again. He kissed her wrist, opening his mouth to taste her soulmark. It thrummed under his tongue.
Rey drew a breath in.
She lifted Ben's wrist to her own mouth and licked, a small taste of his mark. He closed his eyes.
"I should hate you. I should be in a rage," Rey whispered. "I am frightened you will bring that despondent energy to my doorstep and leave it here."
Ben nodded. "I should be in a rage. I do not want to let go of an anger that propels me forward, that helps me write my soul. I despise those who say my darkness is not justified. It is. It is me. They made me this way. Full of angry, bitter stories."
Rey stared at Ben's soft lips, so full and rich. He gazed into her eyes.
"I would kiss the darkness," Rey said, softly. "If you would kiss the light."
He nodded once and their lips met. She felt his soften and open. His tongue slowly filled her mouth and he tasted of dark things, like the deep woods on a hot day, like chocolate, and black night skies.
Rey lay with Ben to explore the sadness inside him that worked its way out of his pores. Yet, he felt warm to her, pliable to her touch, not brittle, not hard, not mean. Sweet sadness, the kind that made her cry a little. But he wiped her tears with his thumb and licked them.
"I will take your sadness, my love," he whispered as he joined them together. "I will always be here for you. You bring me light and joy. I bring you a place to hide when you cannot stand life any longer."
"Just us two?"
"Yes," he breathed in her ear. "Just us two."
She wrapped him in her arms.
Later, as she lay with Ben, anger welled up in Rey. This man, this Ben Solo, was a precious gift to her. How could someone hate a child? How could someone leave a child to find his own way? She would never understand the anger that drove his family to abandon him, her dark, sad one.
She could not, would not, do it. Ever.
The bond strengthened.
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Vision
Fanfiction"Vision" is a bit of a departure for me. Told in a poetic style, this brief story is about Rey meeting writer Ben Solo, whose Dark Side manifests as sad and depressing prose. He is her soulmate, but she refuses to tie herself to someone like him...
