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Entry tags:
There Is a Field - Prologue - One Prompt
Title: There Is a Field
Author: Wicked Jester
Fandom: Star Wars: Sequel Trilogy, Post-The Rise of Skywalker
Characters/Pairing: Rey/Ben Solo
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 300
Summary: 'Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.' -Rumi.
Prompt: Sense and Sensibilities: Sight: gray, Touch: cold.
Prologue: Exegol
"No!" Rey reached instinctively forward with her hand, but it simply fell through empty air as Ben's form disappeared into nothingness.
"Ben, no! Come back!"
She fell onto her hands and knees, her eyes burning with the sting of tears as she stared down at the clothing that had been left behind. She sifted through the clothes with rapidly dissipating hope.
"Come back to me...."
Please, no. She slowly gave up the search as the realization that he was gone finally sank into her unwilling consciousness. Lifting the black shirt from the cold gray stone beneath, she held it close as she began to cry quietly.
It wasn't the same as when Luke Skywalker had become one with the Force after the battle on Crait. She didn't feel that sense of peace and purpose when Ben Solo vanished. It felt all wrong somehow.
He had given his life Force to restore her vitality, she knew. For a lingering moment, all had been right with the galaxy. She had kissed the man who had returned to the Light for her. Then he had been shorn away.
Rey was no stranger to losing loved ones, to grief. The pervading sadness that seeps into the heart like a dark viscous poison. Even the passing of many years could not fully heal that wound; it festers and reopens at the slightest memory.
"You're not alone."
"Neither are you. It's not too late."
Still holding the clothes, she slowly rose from the ground and looked around, desperate to not be alone at a time like this. But she was alone. Fury enveloped her then, tinged with pain.
"I will find you," she vowed. "If I must cross time and space, if I must journey to worlds no others have survived. I will find you, Ben."
UPDATE 1/8/20: Chapter 2 can be found here on AO3. The new chapter has 1000+ words. I tried to do the November puzzle but wasn't able to use enough prompts to post it here as its own entry.
Author: Wicked Jester
Fandom: Star Wars: Sequel Trilogy, Post-The Rise of Skywalker
Characters/Pairing: Rey/Ben Solo
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 300
Summary: 'Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.' -Rumi.
Prompt: Sense and Sensibilities: Sight: gray, Touch: cold.
"No!" Rey reached instinctively forward with her hand, but it simply fell through empty air as Ben's form disappeared into nothingness.
"Ben, no! Come back!"
She fell onto her hands and knees, her eyes burning with the sting of tears as she stared down at the clothing that had been left behind. She sifted through the clothes with rapidly dissipating hope.
"Come back to me...."
Please, no. She slowly gave up the search as the realization that he was gone finally sank into her unwilling consciousness. Lifting the black shirt from the cold gray stone beneath, she held it close as she began to cry quietly.
It wasn't the same as when Luke Skywalker had become one with the Force after the battle on Crait. She didn't feel that sense of peace and purpose when Ben Solo vanished. It felt all wrong somehow.
He had given his life Force to restore her vitality, she knew. For a lingering moment, all had been right with the galaxy. She had kissed the man who had returned to the Light for her. Then he had been shorn away.
Rey was no stranger to losing loved ones, to grief. The pervading sadness that seeps into the heart like a dark viscous poison. Even the passing of many years could not fully heal that wound; it festers and reopens at the slightest memory.
"You're not alone."
"Neither are you. It's not too late."
Still holding the clothes, she slowly rose from the ground and looked around, desperate to not be alone at a time like this. But she was alone. Fury enveloped her then, tinged with pain.
"I will find you," she vowed. "If I must cross time and space, if I must journey to worlds no others have survived. I will find you, Ben."
UPDATE 1/8/20: Chapter 2 can be found here on AO3. The new chapter has 1000+ words. I tried to do the November puzzle but wasn't able to use enough prompts to post it here as its own entry.