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ladyofleithianTitle: Holo
Summary: This is one of the possessions that Kylo moves off the Finalizer.
Prompt: Possession
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: Call this a fic inspired by a cover of “Photograph” by Nickelback. Yeah, don’t @ me.
They’ve moved their things off the Finalizer. All of them. Kylo can’t help but be glad to be rid of the Finalizer, if he’s to be perfectly honest. Especially since the Finalizer represents less than pleasant experiences for him.
Having to put up with Hux and Snoke’s treatment, just for example. Being humiliated by the girl. Having to torture Poe.
Just for example.
He’s all too glad to be rid of the Finalizer. Let the past die.
He can at least move things such as his grandfather’s helmet out of there. (Vader’s helmet. He can remember first acquiring it, and the way his heart quickened in excitement knowing he had a piece of history in his hands)
And a holo of Poe.
It’s an old holo. Kylo knows that. For all intents and purposes, he ought to have thrown it out. He ought to have gotten rid of it. But he can’t bring himself to do it. He simply can’t.
He looks at Poe’s smiling face, bright with laughter, and he wonders when was the last time he saw Poe’s genuine laugh. The way his eyes shine like stars, the way the crinkles form around the eyes, the way the wind catches in his hair.
Kylo misses him. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, it’s a feeling that he can’t get used to, that feels like a gnawing sensation in the back of his mind that he can’t get rid of. But he misses him.
He traces the fine lines of Poe’s holo. The lines of his curly hair. The lines of his smile.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Kylo says aloud to the holo. He’s grateful he’s in his quarters, where no one else can hear or care. “And I’m so sorry.”
Summary: This is one of the possessions that Kylo moves off the Finalizer.
Prompt: Possession
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: Call this a fic inspired by a cover of “Photograph” by Nickelback. Yeah, don’t @ me.
They’ve moved their things off the Finalizer. All of them. Kylo can’t help but be glad to be rid of the Finalizer, if he’s to be perfectly honest. Especially since the Finalizer represents less than pleasant experiences for him.
Having to put up with Hux and Snoke’s treatment, just for example. Being humiliated by the girl. Having to torture Poe.
Just for example.
He’s all too glad to be rid of the Finalizer. Let the past die.
He can at least move things such as his grandfather’s helmet out of there. (Vader’s helmet. He can remember first acquiring it, and the way his heart quickened in excitement knowing he had a piece of history in his hands)
And a holo of Poe.
It’s an old holo. Kylo knows that. For all intents and purposes, he ought to have thrown it out. He ought to have gotten rid of it. But he can’t bring himself to do it. He simply can’t.
He looks at Poe’s smiling face, bright with laughter, and he wonders when was the last time he saw Poe’s genuine laugh. The way his eyes shine like stars, the way the crinkles form around the eyes, the way the wind catches in his hair.
Kylo misses him. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, it’s a feeling that he can’t get used to, that feels like a gnawing sensation in the back of his mind that he can’t get rid of. But he misses him.
He traces the fine lines of Poe’s holo. The lines of his curly hair. The lines of his smile.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Kylo says aloud to the holo. He’s grateful he’s in his quarters, where no one else can hear or care. “And I’m so sorry.”
