Rating: K

Genre: Supernatural

Summary: Poe knows he should probably go to Rey for Jedi training, considering his secret, but a good pilot is never tied down. And besides, it's just so free up here.


The wind runs in his veins.

It's a wonderful sensation, light and airy and easy, and Poe Dameron can't remember anything more fulfilling. It's the sensation of freedom, of being alone and high up and feeling the currents of air around him. He stretches, breathes, rolls his shoulders in preparation for what comes next as he steps into his kata. He slides his hands up and around and the wind curves with them, playful, eager. He can do this, he knows, because air is invisible, because no-one notices anything out of the ordinary when it gets windy up high. It pains him to keep such a secret, but he'll take it. It means freedom.

He sighs as he moves, closing his eyes and feeling the wind caress him. This is wonderful. This is life and breath and thought and wondrous, beautiful rightness. A smile plays on his face, and he sinks into the feel of air.

Too early, he has to go. He has appointments that he regretfully needs to keep. But he understands-such a well-coordinated Resistance has no room for those who do not fulfill their duties.

Still, he wishes for freedom.


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