Star Wars: A dyad in the Force 「A Reylo FanFiction」

Act 34: Cushy and comfy disasters:: Silence

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Warning: Major Spoilers of TRoS.

Note: This is a Reylo FanFiction. 

「Part V」

「Act 34: Cushy and comfy disasters」

「Silence」

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light, I saw

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence...

Ajan Kloss, 36 ABY

Sun rays came as nature's easel, giving brilliant color to what was hidden even under the passing starlit night. In that light was a sense of serenity, a peace that invited itself into the soul and made itself at home. The silence adhered to them. It was like they had no contact with the outside world, isolated and alone, in their own dimension, into their bond. That silence was more of an idea—a notion. The silence around them might contain a lot, but the most interesting kind of silence was the one that lay within. Their silence within their bond brought balance and calmness to Ben's troubled soul. As for Rey, the value could not be weighed and measured; the experience of silence was a beginning to know themselves.

That silence should speak, and they should talk with it to harness the presented potential. That silence blended in with wonder, but it also had a kind of majesty to it, yes, like the galaxy, or like an endless expanse, and whoever didn't stand in wonder to this majesty. However, those two heard the music that the silence was echoing and even afraid as they were trapped inside their bond, they found quietness and patience to accept sleep with themselves in full silence.

Rey felt the tapping sunlight against her face. Moments later, she wondered where she was. She recalled she had visited Ben's room last night worried about him. He was so exhausted, trying to keep locked his thoughts and memories, that it drained him. She was able to read his thoughts. Clearly, he shared some of his memories. She slowly pulled her upper body up, her legs numb from the weight resting on top. She dropped her gaze against her legs and found Ben still resting there.

His features were much softer in sleep, the lines that usually creased his brow replaced by the youthful appearance that matched others' age. He looked peaceful and calm. His heart thumped following slow, shallow breaths. At peace, his consciousness swirled in the land of dreams, oblivious to the physical world. But even there in the dreamland, his nightmares hadn't visited him that night, as he drifted asleep inside Rey's arms. It was hard to imagine that this was the same man who was in such agonizing pain last night—the same man who was holding all the weight of his wrongdoings and lived with it. In sleep, he was angelic, his face as fresh as a dewdrop, making gentle snuffling noises as he breathed.

Rey leaned against him and took a better look at the calm expression on his face; she slowly ran her fingers, sensing his soft skin under her fingertips. She paused around the area that used to be his scar, a scar she had inflected at him, and the one she had even cured. She didn't realize it, but her face lit up, and her lips formed a heartwarming smile. She took her time observing his relaxed face, and she took in the memory. She had never seen Ben Solo as relaxed and calm. She noted again that she didn't know much about the man that was sleeping in her arms.