rey.
there is desire to cross arm atop chest, yet FIGHT in her is stronger than it, and it does not come to live. however, that is more than she can say for the
poutplaying on lips. ❛ i thought you were SERIOUS ? i was quite looking forward to being carried. ❜
Now he’d done it. It was there in her eyes, in the curve of her mouth, a DISAPPOINTMENT he certainly hadn’t expected to see. ❝ Of course I was joking————— you’re not THAT small, Rey. I was just poking a bit of fun at you. ❞