im-reylo-trash-and-i-dont-care:

lornamoose:

Wherever you’re going, I’m going your way
/Two drifters, off to see the world ——<moon river>

she has a beautiful singing voice.

After being alone in the desert for so long, Rey had learned to stave off the loneliness by singing. She’d listen to the songs of readers from exotic worlds at the market, remembering the melodies and sometimes composing her own. She’d sing in the carcasses of Destroyers, dangling hundreds of feet in the air, and she’d sing when she made her daily portion of food. At night, when the loneliness threatened to swallow her, she’d sit on her AT-AT, and sing to the dunes, listening to the sound of her voice echo over the sand, raising her song to heights she only dreamed of.

Ben loved to listen to her sing. He never told her, but while he was getting ready for bed on a Destroyer, before they moved in together, he had heard her singing.

He followed the sound through the massive ship, until he found her in a little corner, sitting cross-legged with her back to him, and her eyes closed, her head tilted up in song. He stared in awe at her, listening to the sweet, haunting sound of her melody in a foreign tongue. It was a lonely song, if he understood parts of the language correctly. She sang of love, and loss, of loneliness and hope. The song always came back to hope.

Ben never told her, but that was the moment he knew he was in love with her; and now, sitting there on the beach with her, the campfire giving her face a whimsical glow, he couldn’t help but stare in awe at her as she once again tilted her head back in song, singing that same melody of love and hope.