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~~Ben Solo~~
Kylo Ren

The protein shakes, where are they?

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GENERAL PROMPTS

Redemption arc: Kylo leaving the First Order. Due to either slow burn reasons (Figuring out holy shit I don't want this) or Immediate Issues That Need Solving (Rey's kidnapped, Hux turns on him, etcetc)

Re-adjusting to life in the light/in the Resistance. Whether it goes smoothly or Rough is up to the situation

Early First Order Days. Especially when Snoke was breaking his Ben Solo identity

Ben Solo Pre-First Order

Ben Solo as the most obnoxious Resistance Member idek

Jedi Hippie camp with Luke

BEN AND HIS FAMILY

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Becoming king of Porgs and other cute creatures and he doesn't understand why

Becoming his father's son

Also being just like his mother

AND ALSO BEING JUST LIKE LUKE

Rey convinces Kylo to come with her and join the Resistance. The resulting tension and rebuilding of trust in him... As well as Jedi training with her

Interactions with his mother, whether it be from the above scenario, or even reaching out through the force

Poe, Finn and the rest of the Resistance reacting to kylo switching sides. Poe hitting on Kylo and having to give him tons of dumb nicknames because Ren only wants his mom and Rey to call him ben

Kylo being a weird Scary Older Brother to the entire Resistance.

Kylo and Anakin. KYLO AND KENOBI

Discussions/threads with Han Luke and Leia- discussion forgiveness and mistakes

Rebuilding the Jedi Order

Post War Threads

Kylo Ren disappears mysteriously from the war after major internal strife causes the downfall of the First Order. Someone comes across Ben Solo in hiding years later

Kylo on Jakku complaining its hot as balls. Look. I don't know. I'm just saying it would be hilarious

Drunk texts are the best don't tell me otherwise

SHIPPY PROMPTS
SHIPS I AM DOWN FOR
Kylo/Rey hands down

If ur sittin there readin this going "Oh no but so many Reys are bugging them I don't wanna be annoying" I don't fucking care TAG ME

Hand touching

I love you. I know.

Forcebond shenanigans. Kylo or Rey reaching out to touch the other while the other one is busy (GOOD SHIT. GOOD SHIT)

Rey getting seriously injured and separated from the Resistance. Her only option is to force time Kylo

Kylo finding Rey on Ahch'to and them fucking around under luke's nose (Forcebond in person who knows)~~SMUT HUT~~

FORCEFULLY GIVING REY A BIRTHDAY AND MAKING HER CELEBRATE IT

Snoke tries to kill kylo in front of rey and it doesn't go like he plans

REY IN A GODDAMN DRESS AND KYLO ACTUALLY NOT KNOWING HOW TO REACT AT ALL

CLEANING HER DUMB HOUSE

Forcebond dreaming shenanigans. Especially if Rey or Kylo are stuck in one anothers nightmares.

Rey finding out how bad Snoke really was.

Visiting Ahch'to together

Empress Rey

Empress Rey Working to secretly undermine the first order

Meeting before TFA/in different circumstances

Fighting/sexual tension/beating each other up. u kno

Just re-enact Pride and Prejudice with me

Either one suffering from insomnia and helping the other sleep

Public Sex

Weird DubCon Sex (Rey taking advantage of Kylo I'm freely admitting to my trash)

SHIPS I AM MAYBE ON
Kylo/Poe: I'm not of the fanon that Ben or Poe knew each other as kids. If you want to play that, talk with me first, we'll need to hash out details. If you wanna do hateship, that's fine too. Again. I'd like to be consulted first
Kylo/Hux: This is such a huge maybe it's almost a no. I am not down for fluffy Kylo/Hux. I don't think Kylo or Hux secretly love each other and that takes form in them wanting to murder each other when they walk into a room and see each other. I do not think Kylo wants anything to do with Hux's dick Ever. I only see this happening as Hux taking advantage of Kylo when he's emotionally compromised and unprotected without Snoke keeping Hux in line.
So Kylux is only a "cool lets do it" if you are willing to play out something unhealthy, toxic, with a huge dose of hate and manipulation. Kylo/ANYONE ELSE: Not against pretty much any other ship, but Kylo's a hard dude to ship with for. A lot of reasons. Talk with me first, and I'll see if we can work something out.

CHARACTERS/CROSSOVERS

I'm fine with every and any star wars characters. If you are doing something from the EU I request that you just have enough info in your profile so I know what your character's deal is

AU characters are fine. I'm not really into Gender Bent characters (sorry y'all), again-- I just need info in your profile about the AU (Unless it's discussed w me before hand)

I Herald from disney princess beginnings. Give me all your princesses I think this combo is fucking hilarious

Brienne of Tarth because i'm still laughing about it

God I will add more later. Really just tag me.

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YES

text messages, actionspam, lengthy brackets, prose.

ous/ au/ all us tbh

previous meme or psl continuations / sequels / c&ping a starter i never replied to.

EMOTIONALLY HEAVY BULLSHIT

FLUFF

contact me if i drop a tag you want picked up

Angst

redemption arcs

intense emotionally heavy threads

Smut

general

hurt comfort

Kylo or Rey getting injured

Kylo being a huge fucking brat.

if there's anything you're not sure about, ask!

Rape.

Dull RP.

Taking this character WAY TOO SERIOUSLY.

Me doing the work of moving a scene along

rape/non-con. Especially with Kylo as the aggressor (This can be changed with prior discussion and prior threading)

scatophilia, emetophiloa, necrophilia.

gender/sexuality play.

degradation involving racism or ablism.

power-gaming and ooc dick-measuring contests.

AUs with no information

OCs with no information

Maybe

Dub con

torture

killing

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Mental health

I know everyone and their mom with an armchair psychologist degree wants to diagnose Kylo Ren/Ben Solo with whatever mental illness checks all the boxes. I know Bipolar and Borderline personality disorder are two popular illnesses to cite when it comes to his mental health. Along with a healthy dose of citing him as a sociopath/psychopath. However, I'm not going to be using those illnesses/personality disorders in how I play Kylo. While they fit on paper, I don't believe "what's wrong with him" presents in the correct fashion in canon for any one of the above listed issues.

I believe Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is suffering from: Recurring Chronic Major Depression it could be passed down through their family given what we know of Anakin and what happened with Luke; Post Traumatic Stress Disorder From his force powers manifesting with him having little control over it as a kid, from being sent away to Luke after his mother couldn't handle him on her own anymore, from his father leaving one day and never coming back, from having a voice whispering in his head his entire life, from that voice being a predator who preyed on his weaknesses and molded him into what he wanted Ben to be, from Luke Skywalker holding a lightsaber above his head, from abuse after abuse from Snoke, and probably a Ton more. Abandonment issues stemming first from his parents (And quite probably friends he had who left for whatever reason, or bridges he burned on his own) and then just. The entire force tbh. And abandonment issues is where he gets his unchecked rage, he, in canon, is quite literally triggered into a rage whenever he confronts someone who he felt abandoned him, or when he feels rejected or left behind. Finally he is a victim of Brainwashing and indoctrination from Snoke. Snoke is a narcissist who was using Kylo as a means to an end, it's been stated and shown that he was ready to kill Kylo after the Last Jedi since he had become unbalanced and unpredictable. If you don't agree with what I am saying here (Which is fine :) ), then I suggest you don't play with me. I am fairly confident in this being the way I see and play Kylo.

I play him as having triggers. I won't get into the reasoning behind each one, but i'll specify the specifics which come to mind: Abandonment (Perceived or real), his family, loss of control (Physically, emotionally, mentally, through the force)

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[ She disappears and the drugs hit him full force. It's not pretty and thank god he was turned on his side, because now it's his turn to vomit and--

Honestly there's not much more he could do but pass out.

He's not sure how long he was out- he is sure no one else came into the room. He's still in the same position he passed out in. There's dried vomit and-- well. He's barely holding it together. His brain is still a mess. He's not sure which parts happened and which parts were an over active mind. All that means is he's sure that he made up Rey's presence, a pitiful attempt to keep himself sane. And here he was, relying on a woman who felt nothing but apathy towards him to comfort him.

The saddest part is, all this self-loathing is all that keeps him from spiraling into another panic. He plucks himself up from his bed, arms and legs still screaming, he still feels torn and used, but now he has to consider the fact that he's dehydrated and once he's able to reach the refresher and turn on steaming hot water it's a relief.

He can't even stand, honestly. Just slides to the floor and lets the spray overwhelm him, turn his skin pink and help the filth slide off of him.

His eyes close and he realizes whatever it was isn't fully out of his system. Hux had chosen whatever drug he used wisely, he had to give him that much. It probably was in his plan to return, and do what-- his mind can't begin to go there.

Fortunately the sound of the shower reduces his world to white noise. And he doesn't hear someone struggle to try and get his door open. ]

[ She doesn't know how long it takes.

The navicomputers have calculated the route through hyperspace for her based on the distorted section of a map he'd given her, but time as a unit has lost all meaning. Whether the journey spans two hours or sixteen, it seems to drag on for an eternity before she's boarded his flagship. The officer that greets her meets the sharp point of her elbow from behind, skull rattling around as her head bounces off of the wall in front of her. There will be more coming, she knows; she can sense their encroaching presence as she disrobes quickly and struggles with the clasps of the uniform, barely tucked into trousers when the door hisses open to a swarm of stormtroopers. ]

Stand down. [ Her ragged breathing and flushed face earns her a few glances spared between them, unsure. Stepping to the side hastily, she blocks their view of the woman that had come to inspect her escape pod, limp and sprawled out on the floor. ] And report back to your stations. It was a false alarm.

[ 'Sir', one of them starts, and Rey steps forward. ]

You're wasting my time, [ she warns lowly, and that threat seems to be all she needs to issue before he steps back. 'Uh,' he stammers, and looks to his fellow soldiers. 'You heard her. Report back to your stations'. Now isn't the time to wonder how mistreated they must be if snapping in their direction is all she needs to drive them off, but she does frown at their backs as she watches them backtrack and disperse. How they hadn't noticed the lightsaber bulging the front of her trousers after being hastily shoved into the back of it, she'll never know.

One step of the plan down, then.

The second is easier; all she has to do is follow Ben's signature to his door and the signs of wear and tear it shows, as though someone had intended to tamper with it. Scuff marks mar the paneling to its side, a sign that it had been nearly been pried from the wall. Rey considers doing the same, searching for the wires she needs to reroute to override the magnolock, but she settles for pounding her fist against the door.

When that proves futile, she strikes the button to the intercom over and over, hearing it chime from behind the closed door of his quarters to alert him. ]

Edited 2018-05-23 17:03 (UTC)

[ He jolts back awake. Unsure of how along he'd been in the shower, his fingers are pruney and his mind's still a mess. Probably not that long all things considered, his sense of time is just-- severely fucked up right now.

At the very least the water isn't running cold because water doesn't run cold for Supreme Leaders.

But the sound of banging sends a surge of panic as he realizes he's still in no shape to fight anyone off and--

It's Rey.

Only when he's sliding back down on the tile does he realize he was trying to push himself to his feet to the first place. And really, her signature alone is like a balm, draining every strained muscle ready for attack from him.

He wants to get up. But he's not in great shape. He sends her a ping instead, a nudge in the force giving her the permission to just barge in however she saw fit.

He's safe now. ]

[ Well, alright.

After a moment of consideration, she sets herself to the task of wrenching away the wall's plating to dig around in the mess of wires contained inside. Overriding his door is a less harrowing option when she remembers she's here and present, now. A tangible barrier between Hux and Ben, should he have the audacity and grotesque urge to return.

Electricity arcs from the door's circuits when she ultimately manages to blow its fuses and force it ajar. There won't be any saving it now, but she does have the foresight to manually draw it closed with a grunting, strained sound once she's entered the room. With that out of the way, she makes an immediate beeline toward the white noise of his shower, pattering hard against tile.

— All without looking elsewhere. A peripheral look is enough to alert her to his mussed sheets, still stained with the evidence of the night previous, and make her stomach slosh uncomfortably. ]

Ben? [ She pokes her head around the corner and squints through the layers of steam, and then thinks better of it. Intruding on him feels horribly, horribly wrong. Her head swings to the side suddenly, uneasily fixing her gaze on the wall. ] Tell me what you need me to do.

[ Once he starts to work his tongue is when he realizes his mouth tastes like he ate battery acid. It's not pleasant, but nothing is pleasant right now, so he keeps trudging forward. Forcing his mouth and voice to work. ]

Come here. [ Even his voice is wrecked. He needs so many things right now. So many. Clothes. His teeth brushed. A glass of water. Like some ice cream and a nice blanket. And a hug????? Oh my god thank god bracket text is getting kinda comedic again MAYBE THE WORST IS OVER. ] It's okay.

[ Even in his wrecked state he can feel how spooked she is. How flighty and frightened for him she is and-- Really. If it was her it was okay. He's okay. ]

[ It isn't okay. Nothing feels okay, including the comfort he extends to her when it should be the reverse. Rather than dwell on it, she steps forward and into the oppressive heat of the bathroom, a spooked animal consoled by his invitation.

Ben is a fuzzy outline behind the shower door, casting a broad shadow. Rey averts her gaze from even that, crouching in order to seat herself against the door in question, spine pressed to the glass's hard surface. ]

We can't stay long, [ she says, for lack of anything else to offer while she picks at invisible lint on her trousers. Of course the First Order's uniforms would be too pristine and pressed to collect lint. More than that, if she turns her attention to the half-baked plan she's begun to form, she can lend him some hope that there's an end in sight. An escape. A safe haven he can turn to. ] I knocked out one of their officers. They'll know I'm on-board soon enough.

[ But there's no telling if his shaky legs can support his own weight, let alone walk. On second thought, she hasn't thought this entirely through, but — she'll find a way to overcome the obstacles in front of them. ]

Edited 2018-05-23 18:13 (UTC)

[ He nods, even if she can't hear him nod. But give him a minute he's got a lot to process here. There's a whole surreal quality to this and he's not convinced that he isn't hallucinating this yet. But this hallucination seems kinder than his current reality, so he's willing to play along.

Slick skin pressed to wet tile and he strains to push himself up. His strength is coming back, but there are aches and pains which remind him of the night previous that are unpleasant and unwelcome. He wishes the scar Rey gifted him with was still fresh, still at the point where if he made a certain expression or twisted his mouth in just the right way it would sting and remind him of her. Instead he has to settle to roll his tongue across his teeth as he shakily makes it up to his feet and manages to stumble forward and turn off the jet of water.

As soon as it stops he misses it.

He wants to stay hunched over for longer, as long as it took to gain his bearings back, but he doesn't have that luxury right now. Possibly Actually Real Rey has warned him they are in danger and he is going to follow her. So he pushes himself from the wall to make his way to the glass door, his hand hitting the glass a bit harder than he means to and. He will be able to walk out of here, but he's going to need some assistance in finding his legs. ]

[ The glass shakes and clatters against the thud of his palm — and against her back, in turn. Jostled by the impact, Rey nearly gets a crick in her neck from how quickly it turns in his direction, bracing herself for the worst. What she finds instead is the flat length of his hand, a kinder sight than his body collapsing out from under him. She releases a breath in a burst of relief, but the urgency to her movements doesn't disappear as she yanks open the shower door without warning.

Another strategy she hasn't thought through. The abrupt nature of it causes her — or him; she isn't certain which of them moves forward first — to lurch into him, and from there it's a slip and slide of her hands as she tries to hook her fingers into his shoulders. Eventually, she gets her arm to encircle his waist, encouraging him to lean into her side in order to brace himself.

In any other context, this would be... a confusing time for her to be pressed into a naked man. In this context, specifically, it's blotted out by her concern; his nudity doesn't register to her, grunting in exertion as his weight sinks her down with each step into the threshold of his quarters, until she can deposit him onto the nearest chair. A lifetime of dragging about salvaged equipment twice her weight has finally come in handy for something other than scavenging. ]

[ His nudity isn't even an issue right now. She's seen him at his absolute worst and most times it doesn't involve being naked. At most, it's a comfort to feel her there solid against him as she guides him to a chair, gracefully thinking to not just dump him back on his bed. He's not shaking, his mind is clearer, but unfortunately his body is still catching up.

A crash from the drugs, the panic and fear-- everything.

He needs clothes, though. She may not mind his nudity, but he hardly thinks that Kylo Ren wandering down the halls nude is going to be a good look for them. His eyes are closed as he braces himself against the arm of the chair, still breathing heavily. Shit. This is probably the worst but best time for stims, isn't it? ]

Next to my bed.

[ It's breathed out between huffs of breath. He gestures loosely to a set of drawers. He pictures what he's asking for, a small pack of pills.

Time for More Drugs to combat Drugs and Trauma ig. Y I K E S. ]

[ On the topic of "not a good look", the wet patches from his water-slick skin don't quite keep in line with First Order uniform regulations. As she tugs loosely at the fabric to discourage the moisture from seeping through, she can only hope the material air dries as they prepare an escape route; the less attention they receive, the less stares they're prone to draw — and less looks means a lesser chance that she'll be exposed as an infiltrator, an unfamiliar fixture that doesn't belong aboard a First Order flagship.

Thinking back on it, she should have charted a course off of the ship, but she realizes suddenly she can depend on Ben's expertise for that section of the plan — if she can locate the packet of pills he's guiding her toward. She offers a terse nod, and turns to begin carelessly rummaging through his dresser's drawers. ]

Found them.

[ Adding more chemicals into the mixture is a precarious gamble, but she won't warn against it. They need him fully functional if they have any hope of avoiding detection. They can worry over the aftereffects at a later point, when his body succumbs to the fatigue he's stubbornly combating, but there's no need to think so far into the future just yet. For now, she snags them between her fingers and starts toward him — before thinking better of it and grabbing aimlessly at any garment she can reach, tossing them into his lap. ]

Here.

[ Asking if he needs her to assist him in a simple task like dressing himself sounds like an insult as she turns it over in her mind, and so she makes no offer or step toward him. ]

[ Was tempted to make that a shirt since you didn't specify but. I won't. I'm not that cruel. ]

Thank you.

[ It's breathless and winded and goddamn he wishes he was a kid right now. At least she could just scoop him up and run him out of here and-- he's very frustrated with his size.

He's not even going to attempt to slip those pants on until he's got the pills in his palm and then gets them in his mouth. A few seconds of gathering up spit and letting them rest under his tongue because they'll get to his blood faster that way. And god they are vile. Vile as hell and he's going to need a gallon of mouth wash to get his mouth back into shape.

While that brews in his mouth he just-- focuses on finding center. A few deep breaths and before any of it starts really hitting his system he's going to start hefting those pants on and the most frustrating thing at this very moment is that his legs are So Long. Why is his body so big, it feels more awkward now then he can ever remember it feeling since he first hit puberty. Once his pants are on he's able to stumble to his drawers and sort of... Pull out the usual. Whatever. It's familiar.

If not overly complicated. But it's not as if the Supreme Leaders gonna be walking out of here in his jammies. ]

Can you help me?

[ Still rough around the edges, but getting stronger. Also haha bet you had some wet dreams about getting him out of this dumb outfit guess what rey you get to help him put it back on.

Everyone is traumatized. The thread. ]

You don't need to thank me.

[ But she won't push the argument that she's done nothing outside of offering him basic human decency, no matter how valid she believes it is. Now isn't the appropriate time to debate whether she deserves gratitude, and they can't afford to waste time when they're flanked by enemies on all sides. She had survived crawling into a den of wolves last time, but she doesn't expect she'll be able to flee with any success this time if they sniff out her presence.

Which is unfortunate for them, because she's looking at the complex nature of his outfit and cursing how intricate it looks. Compared to her own, it's practically a puzzle — one that includes too many straps and an excessive amount of layers. ]

I don't... [ Know how? No, she'll figure it out. Somehow. She looks to the numerous items in his hand and then to him, expectant and questioning. ] How?

[ In any other context he'd probably laugh at that because. This is the dumbest shit, but unfortunately they're life nd death here right now so they don't have much tie to contemplate comedy.

He picks at some arm guards and starts to slide it over his hands and fore arms, giving her room to complete the task. ]

These first. [ He nods his head over to the next garment. Thick and padded. His tunic. ]

Then that.

Is all of this really necessary?

[ Who the fuck designed this outfit. She supposes it makes sense, in a way; he's a warrior swathed in protective layers, creating its own form of armor. Still, she can't help but to consider how suffocating, how hindering, that dense fabric would be in Jakku's stifling environment.

And, truthfully, she's growing exasperated at her flimsy efforts to snap his armguards into place, frustration creating an agitated crease between her eyebrows. It takes multiple attempts and fiddling before they lock into place neatly, but there's still the matter of tugging his tunic over his head. She doesn't mean to be rough, but she's rushing through the process as quickly as humanly possible. Snaring strands of his hair in the collar of his shirt is, at this point, inevitable. ]

[ This is the wrong time for him to point out that she could have just.

Unbuttoned the front of his tunic and slid it off. But. Whatever. This is his life now. He has to work at some of the fastenings to make sure he can get his head through and this situation is insane. He realizes that right now. He's trying hard to not drift towards one event or another, but the fact that she's here is insane.

What had kept them apart in the first place and how had it come to matter so little so quickly?

He resists the urge to hug her. He really wants to and maybe she could feel it through their bond but oh my god he wants to hug her. But he knows if he does that right now he'll probably start crying and. He's safe with her, but not that safe yet.

Assuming, again, that this is real. ]

Still need my belt. And gloves. [ ..... ] And boots.

[ ............................ ]

And my light saber.

[ At least he isn't demanding a cape or cowl at this point as well???? ]

[ Gloves. Hux's leather, shining with spit, flashes unbidden across her mind. If it weren't a necessary addition to his outfit, she would convince him to forego them entirely. It's too fresh a memory to not associate them with the vile act she'd witnessed not so long ago, but she suppresses her recoil and pulls them over his hands without comment. ]

I don't know where your lightsaber is. [ She says it as she's fixing his belt around his hips, oblivious to how utterly familiar and intimate it is to be dressing him like this. The pressure of time, fortunately, makes it impossible to mull over. ] Call it to you if you can.

[ In the meantime, she's going to be trying not to grumble over crouching down and crawling around on the floor to find his boots at the corner of the dresser's leg. In any other circumstances, she would be brimming with complaints and annoyance, but she can't fault him for the weakness in his legs. It's the least she can do, she tells herself, as she makes quick work of undoing his laces. She grabs at his ankle, trying to lift his foot herself so she can slide it into the first boot and then proceed on to the next. ]

[ He's actually got to. Unzip his arm guards to get them over his gloves because jfc this outfit is pure Aesthetic. It's ridiculous. But once she's bent at his belt and he's got his gloves figured out he's able to gather himself enough to hold out his hand and call for it.

It takes longer then he'd like it to, but eventually it snaps to his palm

From the pile of clothes last night.

Yikes. Well. Unfortunately he will not be burning those in a fire.

And the very thought of doing so is wiped from his mind as soon as REY IS GRABBING AT HIS FOOT... He's regain a bit of his energy, but their bond is still not as strong as it could be. Not to any fault of one another. Just

The general. Atmosphere of things right now.

But he's able to brace himself against a wall before any disastrous toppling over occurs and gets his foot in the shoe. One and then the next.

Now he's... realizing how pathetic he is and how grateful he is for Rey.

Who he is still not 100% sure is real.

Let him get some sleep under a warm blanket and then he will believe she is real I swear. ]

[ He's undoubtedly not yet at full capacity. She can distinguish that much from that lengthy stretch of nothingness that follows the stretch of his fingers outward, if not the Force itself as it gathers weakly around him. Nevertheless, it's a reassuring sign of improvement, and lends her a bit of hope that she won't be operating on her own if they need to battle their way out.

Given how straightforward her trip has been thus far, she's expecting a struggle. It's all been a bit too easy, suspiciously so, and she isn't accustomed to having anything go her way without first fighting for it, working for it, striving toward it.

Rey, for her part, wriggles loose the lightsaber she's tucked into the back of her trousers once she's come to a complete stand. Two lightsabers hanging from his belt may be called into question, a curious addition to his usual garb, but she's willing to risk it if it means she can snatch it into her hands without any added difficulty. Without further ado, she clips it to one of the loops, and steps back. ]

If there's anything else you need, pack it now.

[ Otherwise she's going to start determinedly toward the door like a woman on a mission, gesturing for him to follow with a beckoning half-wave of her hand. ]

Edited 2018-05-23 22:34 (UTC)

[ A hug.

He needs a hug Rey.

Otherwise. No. He doesn't have anything. Not really. Just a few moments to gather himself and--

See that she completely broke his door. You know he'll just keep that in mind for later. If he was in his right mind he would have grabbed his datapad so he at least knew the general scheduling of things. But. I think he gets an excuse for not thinking of everything today. For now he's going to straighten up and follow her. THis is the only time he's wished for his mask in recent memory, but it's easy to keep the impassive glare he normally has and.... Kylo Ren being emotional isn't unusual. For all intents and purposes it looks as if he's being escorted by an officer. And fortunately Hux will be tied up for the next few minutes in a meeting.

But-- with out that information. He's a little jumpier than usual whenever anyone wearing the same coat appears in the periphery of his vision. ]

[ Rey's facade, meanwhile, lacks any particular finesse. Most troopers don't have the audacity to glance in Kylo Ren's direction for fear of drawing his ire, and more than one officer seems to hesitate in interrupting their journey with inconsequential reports, but she does her best to observe and adapt. Namely by enhancing her facade, studying the self-importance that emanates from the officials they come across and imitating it, no matter how uncomfortable it feels to straighten her spine and clasp her hands behind her back as they walk.

Maintaining character isn't an easy feat. Ben's flightiness is unmistakable, feeding into the bond to leave her equally on edge. Her head snaps to attention multiple times to follow his gaze, finding nothing of note. She should feel relief when every corridor is unoccupied by the man she'd seen looming above Ben, susceptible and barely conscious, but something that resembles disappointment sinks her stomach. It's a dark, gnawing feeling — like an unsatisfied hunger, a vicious appetite. ]

Wait. [ Maybe she hasn't missed her opportunity for confrontation, then, though a voice whispers that it isn't just confrontation she's seeking but revenge. She ignores it, shooting out an arm to block Ben, and stumbling slightly in her next step. ] Something's wrong.

[ Now that they've neared their destination, knowing an escape pod exists around the corner, the air has grown heavier, tense. Like a churning before a storm strikes. If she strains, she can discern voices, but the words are an inaudible murmur from behind the door. ]

[ The Force still isn't clear to him, but the circumstances are odd. And while he's okay with Possibly Still Fake Rey appearing to save his ass, he's not okay with Possibly Still Fake Rey facing something on her own. He's no where near fighting shape right now. The stims are giving him the ability to stay upright and move forward, but fighting?? His mind is still sluggish, slow. Subconsciously he's keeping it that way because anything else could trigger another panic attack.

He stays behind her, her anxiety prickling at him like static. He swallows his own, his calm is a facade-- really more shock then true peace. ]

Should we take another way?

[ Its this moment he realizes he doesn't even know how Rey Got here. Or got on here. Like did she take the falcon or another ship??? Did she come from a planet or---

really he's not sure if this solidifies that this is definitely NOT rey or it could be no one else BUT Rey. ]

My escape pod is in that room.

[ Chances are the officer she had stripped for her uniform is conscious and aware of an intruder if they've chosen to cut off her chosen escape route. She has to wonder why the ship isn't fully on alert if that's the case, combing through the halls and rooms for any sign of an enemy in their midst, but maybe —

The only reasonable explanation she can settle on is that it's a trap devised to lure them into Hux's waiting arms. She can't stretch out with the Force to determine if her hunch is correct when Hux is an unknown variable, a presence she can't recognize, but — well, she's begun to trust her gut in these precarious situations. ]

We don't have a choice.

[ But she's still looking to Ben, regardless, and trying to suss out whether he's made the same connection she has. If he's going to be subjected to facing Hux, she wants to be sure he knows what he's walking into rather than grappling with the surprise of seeing his attacker once more. ]

[ Ah. Yeah.

He gets her meaning.

She'll be okay, he's sure of that. Looking at her, even with his dulled abilities right now he can see the force swirling around her. If he had his wits he'd tell her to clear her mind, don't tap into the dark, they could find another way out.

But-- that's not working for him today. Or her. He wants out. Badly.

He never wants to see Hux's face again, but not quite as badly as he wants to see the life drain from Hux's face and.... Maybe it's the wrong way to look at things. But Rey is here and Rey would give that to him.

He unhooks her blade from his belt and reaches for her hand-- placing the hilt to her palm solidly and. Who the fuck made her lips and face so distracting. If he was not feeling like 17 different kinds of ass he'd probably try to kiss her right now and this is Just

A confusing time for him.

Giving her the Nod.

Letting

Attack dog. Off the leash.

Snoke violated you, he dead. Hux violated him, he dead.

It's a balance. ]

[ He doesn't need to give her verbal permission. And yet Rey waits for another cue, any cue, and searches the expressiveness of his eyes for any hint of reluctance. Her gaze flits from one eye to the next before she decides that, yes, he knows precisely what he's asking. Comparatively, Rey doesn't know precisely what it is she's doing, other than the very real feeling that it's all wrong — but by whose standards?

Surely the Jedi, built on a foundation of peacekeeping and heralded as heroes, would disapprove. But the Jedi have all but died out, and they've taken their ideals with them. Luke would caution against it, remind her that this isn't her as she's brought back to herself, but Luke — Luke is gone, and in the wake of his loss, Rey's been left to grapple with who she is. Who she wants to become.

A murderer isn't it. Every life she's taken has been out of necessity, out of some measure of self-defense. This — this drive feels like a want, a need. A predator inside of her rearing its head, demanding blood, the same way it had when she had bared her teeth and circled Kylo Ren's bleeding, battered form splayed out on the snowy forest floor like a sacrifice for the darkness howling inside of her. It terrifies her to think she might return to that viciousness, to that loss of control — that it might be a vital piece to who she is, no matter how fervently she shuns it.

— It's for the good of the galaxy, she tells herself, as she decisively tightens her fingers around the cool metal of her saber's hilt. For justice, and not vengeance.

As it dawns on her that she's begun to lean toward him, she pulls back with a little nod to signal that she's as prepared as she'll ever be. Another step back, and the door opens to Hux, impassive and imperious where he stands flanked by two guards.

'So you've decided to join us'. The muscles in Rey's jaw jump beneath the skin as it clenches in time with her hardened stare. 'I have to admit I expected... more,' he continues, giving her an appraising once-over that suggests he's likened her to shit on his shoe. An insect to be crushed — nothing less, and nothing more. ]

I know what you are, [ she snarls out, anger trembling through the decibels. Hux's responding laugh sounds like glass breaking, harsh and sharp like the cold, unfeeling grin that stretches uncomfortably across his mouth.

'Does she fight your battles for you now, Ren?' The epitome of collected, Hux glides forward — like the slimy, disgusting thing he is — but Rey intercepts his trajectory, to his condescending amusement. 'I suppose she does', he continues, and then clicks his tongue with a dismissive hand as though the conversation is inconsequential. 'I gave him nothing he didn't deserve.' ]

You'll pay for what you've done. [ Adrenaline makes her shake, a quake in her arms that forces her to tighten her grasp on her weapon until her knuckles have blanched and her hands ache from the pressure she's applying.

'Did you want an apology?' He isn't speaking to her. His gaze has pinned Ben, sidestepping her entirely to turn his focus elsewhere. 'A pity. I was so looking forward to a repe —'

The sentence hangs, suspended, in the air. A moment later, and it ends on a pathetic croak as Hux peers downward to the gaping hole seared through his spine and ending at his sternum. Bile begins to rise in her throat at the stench of charred flesh, but she swallows it down and whirls around on her feet to face the stormtroopers that have already drawn their blasters amidst the chaos. She swings out her hand, haphazardly flinging them into the wall to knock them on consciousness. ]

We need to go, [ she chokes out, ignoring what she's done as she yanks at Ben's arm. Later, the conflict will have its opportunity to settle in. For now, she's too preoccupied with dragging him into the escape pod — another facet of the plan she hasn't thought through. It's going to be a tight squeeze with elbows and knees digging into uncomfortable places, but she's willing to sacrifice her comfort if it means getting off of this Force-forsaken ship. ]

Edited (I THOUGHT I CHANGED MY ICON) 2018-05-24 01:32 (UTC)

[ Standing there-- leaning on a door frame but still standing there he's struck by how unafraid he is of Hux. Perhaps it's because Hux was much less frightening than Snoke when you came face to face with him. Only a man with a bit of ambition and very loose morals. His plan would have worked had it not been for Rey, he will give him that, but with Rey here-- even in his weakened state. Unable to fight or think straight, weak and ready to be sick and just wanting to lay down and for someone to run their fingers over his hair-- Even as pathetic as this he's not afraid of Hux.

Later, guilt will hit, later he'll blame himself. But in this moment he isn't afraid.

And like that Hux ends.

Another chapter of his own life complete and crumpled on the floor. There's no shocked stare this time. No want to pull back into the ship and try to resume his title.

He's done.

She yanks at his arm and he reaches out to grab her hand. Where ever she goes, he'll follow. ]

leaves this shit wide open lol im helpul

meanwhile: my messy ode to star wars' need for rebels to always steal uniforms and blurring details

Saddest fact of this thread so far: Kylo cannot properly appreciate Rey in uniform

or make fun of the stupid little hat in the first order uniforms

Or yell about how someone called her Sir.

or lecture her about a half-assed plan

Or assist her in chopping huxes bits into tiny pieces.

he can be her hype man. "you're doing great sweetie"

THIS WAS ABOUT THINGS THAT KYLO CANNOT DO RN AND THAT IS THE THING HE CANNOT DO THE MOST RN

someone call leia to take his place as hype man

Leia is rambo in this thread. poe can be hypeman

don't bring leia into this i will burn this whole musebox to the ground

you literally brought leia into this. Look back at the subject lines

yes but that was before you scarred me

YOU PLAYED YOURSELF.

i am an innocent pure flower and don't deserve this

you asked for all of this. Just not the broom handle

i repeat, "innocent pure flower"

I'm picturing you saying that like Donald Trump. Like. You're still you. Just with the voice of DT

how dare you insult me like that

you keep tryin to put the blame on me so i'm just gettin u back

not today satan

This tag is all: Yes, TODAY SATANREY.

"murder is a love language" in a nutshell

No one bad touches Bae and Lives