[ He feels the ropes fall away from his foot, then his leg, and his muscles start to cramp. Poe makes a quiet, pained noise, too tired, too emptied out to do anything but lay in his sweat and come as John frees him, little by little. He feels like his ears are ringing, like his whole body is ringing, like he's drifting somewhere just outside of it all, the pain as distant as everything else.
Maybe this is what the Force feels like.
He should say something. He can't. There are tears on his face again, and he's not sure whether they're from the release of tensed muscles or exhaustion or something else.
All Poe wants to think about is John's hands on him, on the knots, on the slow unraveling of the bindings. It's like coming back to the real world after being away. ]
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Date: 2018-04-01 03:51 am (UTC)Maybe this is what the Force feels like.
He should say something. He can't. There are tears on his face again, and he's not sure whether they're from the release of tensed muscles or exhaustion or something else.
All Poe wants to think about is John's hands on him, on the knots, on the slow unraveling of the bindings. It's like coming back to the real world after being away. ]