[ Truthfully, he never thought he'd be one to settle down. Not because he lacked a desire for it– no, on some level he wanted what Mal and Dom had, before everything went to absolute shit. It's just, his life is all over the place. First it'd been dreamshare, a lucrative business. And a dangerous one. Most of the jobs could be considered a crime. The people weren't always reliable, and more than once he'd fled a country to get away from being riddled with bullets.
Inception happened, probably the craziest job he'd ever do in his life. And then he'd been drafted into COST.
After that, he figured the weird intergalactic military thing wouldn't allow for settling in. Starting families, that sort of deal. But, after the hellscape of spider planet, he'd gotten close to Rey. That fateful conversation that'd drawn them in instead of repelling like incompatible magnets. While COST re-organized itself from the top down, they'd been granted some kind of leave.
Eventually, they'd get called back into action. Arthur knows they won't be able to remain quiet for long. That doesn't mean he's going to stop enjoying the strange domesticity he and Rey have fallen into. On a whim, he'd asked if she wanted to see New York and to his surprise, she agreed.
So, they've been here for about a week and a half, Arthur showing her every touristy site under the sun. Just yesterday, they'd done half of the Met and then walked around Central Park. It was summer but the weather had been generous, sunny and low humidity, a rarity.
Today, Rey had gone to look around the neighborhood, a little street tucked away in a relatively quiet part of Queens. Arthur had elected to stay behind, fix up a few things around the apartment, get back in touch with a couple people (Dom, Ariadne). He'd shed his suit coat earlier, down to rolled up sleeves and a waistcoat.
And apron, since it was getting close to dinner and every time he got to cook in his own kitchen was nice. The dactyl droids couldn't compare. ]
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welcome home // arthur/rey
Date: 2018-06-24 04:50 am (UTC)Inception happened, probably the craziest job he'd ever do in his life. And then he'd been drafted into COST.
After that, he figured the weird intergalactic military thing wouldn't allow for settling in. Starting families, that sort of deal. But, after the hellscape of spider planet, he'd gotten close to Rey. That fateful conversation that'd drawn them in instead of repelling like incompatible magnets. While COST re-organized itself from the top down, they'd been granted some kind of leave.
Eventually, they'd get called back into action. Arthur knows they won't be able to remain quiet for long. That doesn't mean he's going to stop enjoying the strange domesticity he and Rey have fallen into. On a whim, he'd asked if she wanted to see New York and to his surprise, she agreed.
So, they've been here for about a week and a half, Arthur showing her every touristy site under the sun. Just yesterday, they'd done half of the Met and then walked around Central Park. It was summer but the weather had been generous, sunny and low humidity, a rarity.
Today, Rey had gone to look around the neighborhood, a little street tucked away in a relatively quiet part of Queens. Arthur had elected to stay behind, fix up a few things around the apartment, get back in touch with a couple people (Dom, Ariadne). He'd shed his suit coat earlier, down to rolled up sleeves and a waistcoat.
And apron, since it was getting close to dinner and every time he got to cook in his own kitchen was nice. The dactyl droids couldn't compare. ]