She stopped, not liking the wary way he watched her, as though he was expecting her to do something without his explicit consent. Aside from the hug earlier, she hadn't even touched him, though she'd made it quite obvious that she wanted to, just as he'd made it clear that he'd wanted to touch her. But she was going to defer to him throughout all of this; not only did he have more experience in these matters, but while her solitude had made her eager to experience everything life had had to offer, his had only made him cagey.
When he spoke, Rey found herself caught off-guard, blinking at him in surprise. "You think I'm beautiful?" She supposed that made sense, yes. Attraction had to do with more than whether or not someone was just there and available. Still... no one had ever called Rey beautiful before. Even the compliments she had managed to garner while on Jakku had been crude and disgusting, which had been part of why she'd been so quick to learn how to defend herself.
Still, she didn't want to be looked at as some foolish little girl whose head could be turned just by being told she was pretty, so she tried to get past that, shaking her head as though to clear it. "Are you saying people would call me crazy?" she asked dryly, a small chuckle coloring her words. "Well... it's a good thing I don't care about what people think."
Rey moved towards him again, tilting her head as she really looked at Luke. "You're handsome," she told him, as though having decided it right at that moment. "I don't know why you would think otherwise. When you smile... it brightens your entire face and makes me want to make you smile even more. There's a kindness inside you that years of isolation couldn't extinguish, and I see it most when you smile. And even when you don't, it's there in your eyes the whole time. And beyond that...."
At that, she shrugged, stopping directly in front of him and having to make a conscious effort not to touch him. "Attraction isn't measured by appearances. It's something deeper than that, isn't it? If you don't believe that... see for yourself." Instead of touching him, she essentially invited him to make that contact instead, reaching her hand out, palm-up, silently telling him that he was welcome to take her pulse if he disbelieved her.
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When he spoke, Rey found herself caught off-guard, blinking at him in surprise. "You think I'm beautiful?" She supposed that made sense, yes. Attraction had to do with more than whether or not someone was just there and available. Still... no one had ever called Rey beautiful before. Even the compliments she had managed to garner while on Jakku had been crude and disgusting, which had been part of why she'd been so quick to learn how to defend herself.
Still, she didn't want to be looked at as some foolish little girl whose head could be turned just by being told she was pretty, so she tried to get past that, shaking her head as though to clear it. "Are you saying people would call me crazy?" she asked dryly, a small chuckle coloring her words. "Well... it's a good thing I don't care about what people think."
Rey moved towards him again, tilting her head as she really looked at Luke. "You're handsome," she told him, as though having decided it right at that moment. "I don't know why you would think otherwise. When you smile... it brightens your entire face and makes me want to make you smile even more. There's a kindness inside you that years of isolation couldn't extinguish, and I see it most when you smile. And even when you don't, it's there in your eyes the whole time. And beyond that...."
At that, she shrugged, stopping directly in front of him and having to make a conscious effort not to touch him. "Attraction isn't measured by appearances. It's something deeper than that, isn't it? If you don't believe that... see for yourself." Instead of touching him, she essentially invited him to make that contact instead, reaching her hand out, palm-up, silently telling him that he was welcome to take her pulse if he disbelieved her.