Lydia Evans ☫ Leia Organa (herworship) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2021-03-06 16:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | gabriel martinez, lydia evans, matt silva |
Who: Matt & Lydia (and later Gabe)
What: Another awkward ex reunion with a side of Camelot business
Where: New Mexico, wherever the Millennium Falcon is currently parked
When: Backdated to Saturday afternoon, December 19, 2020
Warnings: The usual Matt & Lydia warnings, probably
The whole way there, Lydia contemplated exactly how she was going to individually disown every single member of her family. She was sure they were all in on it. How could they not be? The Morgan-Evans clan were a co-dependent bunch who did nearly everything together, even scheme, and especially when it came to sticking their noses into each other's personal business. Particularly of the relationship variety. It was almost a compulsion, like they just couldn't help themselves, but that didn't make her any less annoyed. Particularly with Daniel, who Lydia was fairly certain was the mastermind behind this most recent plot. Honestly, using official Camelot business as an excuse to force her and Matt into the same room again? Lydia didn't need the Force to see right through that trick.
Four months had gone by, but it had only taken approximately an hour or two for news of her and Matt's disappearance into that damn closet to travel across the whole of Camelot like wildfire. That was also typical. The thing is that she should have known better. She did know better, but for whatever reason... Well. As much as Lydia prided herself in always being in control, that was just one side effect of being in the general vicinity of one Matt Silva for too long.
Sometimes she lost control.
It was always an inconvenience, but never more so than in the middle of a huge Camelot party where the number of people who were likely witness to their newest and very public scene was endless. After all, they had started yelling at each other when they were still on the dance floor, a whole minute and a half before storming off into the supply closet. That was sure to have gotten enough people's attention in time to see them disappear behind a closed door, where no doubt imaginations ran wild. Not that their imaginations would be too far off base in some respect, but it was the principle.
Lydia could handle the embarrassment, she didn't actually care what other people thought. She was just mad at herself, mostly, for slipping up. She knew better, she knew how Matt could get under her skin and rile her up, and she couldn't actually be held responsible for her own actions when left alone with him for long enough. It had been just enough time for her to briefly forget all of the petty frustrations and instead remember how nice he smelled. How his touch was both gentle and strong all at once. Story of their entire relationship, where Lydia would eventually run out of fuel to stay mad at him until the next thing he said or did that infuriated her. But in between those times things with them were always... pretty good. Cheeks flushing at much more recent memories of Matt's kiss, Lydia cursed under her breath and forced herself to think about anything else as she slowly made her way towards the looming and all too familiar ship in front of her. Come on, Lydia. Get it together.
It was easier just to be angry afterwards. At Freya, for her part in the night's events, and then at herself. But right now? Mostly at her family, who she suspected were all involved to some horrible degree. It wasn't that she disagreed with Daniel's decision to offer Matt the position of head of combat, her problems with Matt aside, she knew an exceptional candidate when she saw one. Just like Han, he was more of a leader than he ever gave himself credit for, and that had been true long before the past year when Camelot had really started to take notice of it. Daniel wanted Matt to be the combat department's next leader? Fine. It was her half-brother's thinly veiled request that Lydia be the one to personally make the offer that had Camelot's head of security silently fuming all the way to New Mexico.
As punishment for her family's bad behavior, Lydia refused to accept her own security detail to accompany her. She could take care of herself, thank you, but she had privately asked Gabe to meet her on the other side of the MTN. Matt, of course, lived a few hours from the nearest MTN in Albuquerque, because he had to make absolutely everything more difficult. Even house calls. She could have let him know she was coming, but that also ran the risk of Matt doing something stupid like suddenly leaving town, so she opted for an unannounced visit instead. When she knew he'd be home, because he wasn't on mission, and she had Gabe to confirm his friend's whereabouts.
Whenever possible, Lydia preferred to start out with the upper hand when it came to dealing with her ex.
Despite her initially sour mood, it was hard to maintain while in the presence of her ex's best friend. Admittedly, she had a soft spot for Gabe. It was impossible not to, and it wasn't just because he happened to be the reincarnate of Poe Dameron, someone who was almost like a son to Leia (another son, Lydia reminded herself with a twinge of sadness reserved only for that particular subject). He was just so genuinely good, even after so much personal loss, and she hadn't failed to notice the overwhelmingly positive and grounding presence he was to Matt, whose head may as well have a permanent address in the clouds. Gabe drove her out to the desert without complaint, even offering to come in with her with a concerned crease etched into his forehead. Lydia couldn't really blame him, but she'd had enough of witnesses to her and Matt's blow outs for awhile. Some might say that going into a situation anticipating a fight would only ensure it, but Lydia was just being practical at this point. She knew herself and she knew Matt a little too well to expect anything less.
Of course, as soon as Gabe drove off, Lydia was already having second thoughts. She'd managed to mostly avoid Matt since their time in a castle supply closet as he was often on-mission, and was that really the kind of streak she wanted to break now? Ignoring the soft pangs of familiarity at the image of the Millennium Falcon in their sights, the closer she got the slower Lydia walked, until she came to a full stop. Standing stubbornly some feet away with arms crossed over the dark grey button down coat that stretched to her knees, Lydia pulled it more tightly around herself as she huffed, pushing a curtain of brown hair out of her eyes and glaring accusingly up at the large ship. "Well this was obviously a big mistake."