I cannot even convey how pleased I am to finally be finished the Star Wars portrait set. If you’re following my Instagram (@ambayeah) you’ll understand The Herculean effort and sleep deprivation that I’ve put into getting these finished before the release of episode VIII.
Made using prismacolour pencils and archers smooth watercolour paper. Each of drawings taking approx 10-12 hours.
stormpilot gym au. poe is the yoga instructor at the gym finn frequents.
Finn might be a little bit in love.
Rey whacks him with her yoga block. “Stop mooning over him from across the room and go over there, then!”
He scowls. “I have a system,” he insists. “Lift weights, run on the treadmill, creep on the yoga instructor for exactly the length of ‘Whip It!’ and that’s it . Anything else is just… pathetic.”
“What’s pathetic is switching gyms because you saw Poe’s downward –”
“Hey! Resistance has much nicer locker rooms than Starkiller Bod, okay? And it’s closer to my bus line. It’s just economical, is what it is.” That, and he wasn’t sure he could handle Phasma’s overbearing training schedule anymore. Three upper body days in a row is how you got hurt. Poe had nothing to do with switch. Nothing .
“I don’t understand you,” Rey says, deftly moving into a perfect warrior pose flow. She gives him a thoughtful look. “He looks over here, you know.”
“Don’t switch tactics on me, Rey,” he says. He’s perfectly happy thinking he doesn’t stand a chance with Poe Dameron, because zero chances meant zero opportunity to stick his foot in his mouth. Something, he’s been told, he excels at. “And anyway, if he’s looking at anyone over here , it’s you.”
“Oh please,” she scoffs. “He keeps his class an extra ten minutes in shavasana whenever you’re by the windows – and he walks around, helping , as if anyone needs help lying on their backs…”
“Maybe he likes to optimize nap time,” he says, though the excuse sounds weak even to his own ears. Could he –? No, there’s no way. “I mean, it’s not like he even knows who I am. I’m just some guy that works out at his gym and maybe pays a little too much attention to the yoga room when he’s around.” He pauses. “A reputation that, now that I think about it, is very, very unflattering.”
“Come to a class with me,” Rey says, after a long moment.
He narrows his eyes, instantly suspicious. “Why?”
“Partially because one – ‘I consider touching my toes a serious win’ is not something I ever want to hear you say again,” she says, bending into a forward fold. “And two – I want to prove you wrong. Come to tomorrow’s session. Let’s see what Poe does. I’m not a gambling woman, but I’ll bet you lunch he’s into you.”
The problem with having Rey as his best friend is that she’s imperceptibly good at convincing him to do things he normally wouldn’t do, which is how he finds himself calling her bluff by waking up altogether too early for Poe’s morning session the very next day. It’s cold out, and he nearly breaks his back on black ice on his walk in, but he makes it.
Though, when he sees Poe talking to another trainer by the front desk, he kind of wishes he hadn’t. Because no one – no one – should be allowed to look so good so early in the morning. Perfectly coiffed hair, perfect smile, perfect voice . Someone help me , he thinks. There’s no way he’s going to survive this class.
He sneaks in and immediately spots Rey, who waves him over with a sleepy smile. “Ready to become a human pretzel?” she asks.
“You have more faith in my ligaments than I do,” he sighs, and nearly swallows his tongue when someone chimes in with a cheery, “You’ll do great.”
At the sound of Poe’s voice, Finn feels his stomach swoop. It’s a feeling he normally equates to the moments before his greatest foot-in-mouth moments, and he crosses his arms in a desperate bid to look cool – chill, relaxed, cool .
“‘Morning, Rey,” Poe says, and to Finn: “I haven’t seen you in here before.”
“Yeah, no, it’s my first time,” he says, and cringes internally. First time? Get it together, Finn! “Taking yoga, I mean. First time taking yoga.”
“That’s great,” Poe enthuses, and follows it up by squeezing Finn’s shoulder with a grin. He tilts his head. “I have to set up, but – I hope you enjoy yourself. Let me know if you need anything.”
Rey snorts as soon as Poe’s out of earshot. “Just so we’re clear, he’s never done that before.”
Finn ignores her teasing look. “You can’t have possibly been to every single one of his classes,” he replies, catching Poe’s eyes from across the room. They both grin at the same time.
“See?” Rey interjects.
And, for the first time, Finn thinks that maybe he does.