Poe. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spacepilot) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} somerealityrpg,@ 2020-05-12 11:01:00 |
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Who: Poe Dameron
When: May 12, morning
Where: Somewhere in "Manhattan"
What: Arriving
Status: Complete
angel, with the gun in your hand
pointin' my direction, givin' me affection
How could this have happened? She'd seemed plenty fine not that long ago.
Leia had been Poe's mentor for so long that she felt more like a mother to him than anyone else had in a long time. What, with his own dying when he was so young? And all of his other mentors had been men -- L'ulo, Wedge, his actual father. General Organa had taken him in and trusted that he was really there to do what was right. She'd made him commander -- taken it away once, but who's counting? -- and put faith in him that he wasn't sure he always deserved. Hell, he knew he didn't always deserve it. He didn't deserve her in his life. Not that he'd ever say any of it out loud. Poe Dameron liked to seem sure of himself. Well, to be honest he was sure of himself 99.9% of the time, but this was too big of a loss. How could he be General in her place? How could he step into boots that big?
Poe's face had been planted firmly against his palms, his thumbs rubbing his temples as he contemplated all of this next to the Princess' deathbed. At least that's where he'd been seconds earlier. Gently kneading his fingers against his eyelids, Poe wiped away the residue of tears left at his eyelashes before sitting back and looking up. At a busy street and buildings like he'd only ever seen on specific planets.
The crink was this!?
When: May 12, morning
Where: Somewhere in "Manhattan"
What: Arriving
Status: Complete
pointin' my direction, givin' me affection
How could this have happened? She'd seemed plenty fine not that long ago.
Leia had been Poe's mentor for so long that she felt more like a mother to him than anyone else had in a long time. What, with his own dying when he was so young? And all of his other mentors had been men -- L'ulo, Wedge, his actual father. General Organa had taken him in and trusted that he was really there to do what was right. She'd made him commander -- taken it away once, but who's counting? -- and put faith in him that he wasn't sure he always deserved. Hell, he knew he didn't always deserve it. He didn't deserve her in his life. Not that he'd ever say any of it out loud. Poe Dameron liked to seem sure of himself. Well, to be honest he was sure of himself 99.9% of the time, but this was too big of a loss. How could he be General in her place? How could he step into boots that big?
Poe's face had been planted firmly against his palms, his thumbs rubbing his temples as he contemplated all of this next to the Princess' deathbed. At least that's where he'd been seconds earlier. Gently kneading his fingers against his eyelids, Poe wiped away the residue of tears left at his eyelashes before sitting back and looking up. At a busy street and buildings like he'd only ever seen on specific planets.
The crink was this!?