Alright. My creative energy for fanfiction has been quite low. But I hope to get back into things now that the wretched summer appears to be taking it's leave. I love Star Wars and the Force Awakens has left me with a void that I have to fill somehow whilst waiting for the next one (I do not ship Reylo, let it be known). I hope you will enjoy this new...thing...Please be nice. I'm oddly nervous about this one. *Sips latte*Reviews are much appreciated.
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Malka swallowed, shakily pushing her silver-white hair away from her face. Instead of meeting Poe Dameron's gaze, her green eyes were fixed on the floor.
"Is it the mission? I'm sure the General will understand if-"
Malka quickly shook her head. She'd shot people before, it was her job as a sniper for the Resistance. Poe was always the first one to greet her when she returned to base, neither one of them taking the homecoming for granted whereas so many others were less fortunate.
"I…I can't do this…" Malka took his hand, holding it in both of hers. "I can't do this and not have you know"
Not a single soul knew except Malka and General Organa, who understood perfectly well why she would keep this under wraps.
She sighed heavily.
"Give me your blaster. It's better if I just show you" Malka was already uncomfortable, biting her lip, looking to make sure no one else was in the hall with them.
Poe frowned, slowly handing her his Glie-44 blaster pistol. Malka practically grabbed the weapon before hurling it in the air away from them. A cry of protest had barely left Poe's lips as it sailed in an arc through the air before Malka lifted her hand, palm open.
As if someone had yanked it back on a wire before it could even touch the floor, the blaster shot back seemingly of its own accord and into Malka's hand like metal to a magnet.
The two stood there in silence, Malka not wanting to turn around. It was the first time she'd used the Force in several years. The connection that she had once cherished still hummed in her veins. The feeling was odd yet not entirely unwelcome after so many dormant years.
"The General knows….and now you" Malka breathed.
"So…you've known her a while?" Poe asked. Malka nodded her head, turning to face him.
"I knew her before…everything" Malka replied, handing him his blaster back. "If you want nothing to do with me then I completely understand"
"You're a Jedi then, that's-"
"No I never completed my training. If anything I'm…Grey" Malka crossed her arms. "I can hide it which is why the First Order hasn't found or slaughtered me. Even showing you was a risk"
"But what about Luke? He could-"
Malka gripped both sides of Poe's face, her expression stark with fear, eyes wide.
"No Poe, no one can know" Malka breathed, shaking her head. "There are things worse than death that the First Order would gladly serve if they knew"
"You wouldn't go Dark" Poe immediately wrapped his arms around her. For a few moments Malka forgot about everything, focusing on the warmth of his body against hers. He wasn't leaving…He was here. "You're the Lightest person I know" he murmured, cupping the back of her head with his hand.
Malka breathed in his scent that was along the lines of oil, fresh earth and mint soap.
Poe gently pulled back only to touch his forehead to hers.
"We're gonna do this" he said quietly. "As long as you want"
Malka closed her eyes, feeling his mouth on her forehead, branding this moment to memory before;
"I have to go" she whispered.
"I'll walk you out" Poe replied. Malka couldn't help the smile that tugged the corners of her mouth upwards. The warmth of his hand in hers was something she never wanted to be without, wasn't worth using all the Force in the galaxy. It almost helped to erase the past she'd buried but never dwell on the past was quite dangerous indeed, an unwanted and harmful habit.
But as Malka walked up the ramp of the small ship, she couldn't help the stirrings of anxiety and foreboding in her heart.