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[vaderstan]

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!

NO

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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[vaderstan]

[ Hint hint, Rey. YOU ARE AN INEXPERIENCED CHILD. YOU LITERALLY HAVE NO EXPERIENCE WITH THIS.

And while he could poke at the very fact that developing feelings for him had, in fact, hindered her in some ways. That won't get him anywhere and that would be saying something just to make himself feel correct. Which is all well and good until ur alone at night with only your hand cause ur a fukkin dumbass. ]

You haven't lost your focus or resolve. [ Because, despite how distracting Kylo Ren just Popping up into her life was. From the looks of it Luke had been more of a hindered to her studies than he had. Which was another matter for a different time. ] But unrequited love and suffering for it isn't a weakness-- it's generally a fact of life. Not even a Jedi is immune to it.

[ I feel as tho we r just talking about Luke's life tbh. that leia shit done fucked my boy up. ]

Luke recognized the strength in those emotions, in being able to wield the Force through them. But love is volatile. It can cause even the most loyal of your students to turn on each other-- [ He glances down at her quickly. ] -- or even their master.

[ lol why do u think snoke wanted him to get rid of all his emotional connections??????? ]

[purpose]

That isn't what I said.

[ Defensiveness has made her snappish. Jumpy, even, in that she has reached the conclusion that he's inserting words like weakness and suffering in her mouth.

By this point, it feels like he has agreed with her decision, encouraged it by bolstering it with what Luke had once considered, and then immediately begun to criticize her for it. They're not going to agree, she realizes, and she's already tired of hearing him tear down her points so methodically. To Rey, it feels an awful lot like lacking faith in her own vision of what the Jedi could be. Lacking faith in her to do right by it. ]

Restricting what someone is allowed to feel isn't right, Jedi or not. [ She says, finally, and rolls off of him to be able to stretch her legs off of the side of the couch. ] You obviously see it differently.

[vaderstan]

[ He'll sit up and look at her a ---- LITTLE PUZZLED. Because she just stated that she doesn't believe someone should be a Jedi based on their feelings But then WE SHOULDNT RESTRICT THEM.... ] I don't see it differently.

[ BECAUSE IF HE DID HE WOULDN'T BE FUCKING HER. WOULDNT HAVE KILLED SNOKE FOR HER.

AND HE'S JUST. So confused here.


Super confused as to how the fuck this happened.


AGAIN. Your girlfriend lacks experience and social everything ]

Rey, tell me what you're feeling. [ WOW THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DICK COMMAND ] Please.

[purpose]

[ Arguing over Jedi principles isn't how she wants to spend her time when she's set to head out in the near future. It isn't how she imagined these moments, either, but that's precisely what they're doing. ]

I'm feeling like I don't want to talk about the Jedi anymore.

[ In this, like she is in most things, she's bluntly straightforward. She lacks the social finesse to say "I don't want to talk about this, let's change the subject" but, at the very least, she's purposefully spared his feelings. It isn't sugarcoated, no, but it's far better than admitting she's rankled and irate. ]

[vaderstan]

[ Purposefully sparing him, unfortunately, also means callously shoving him out of the conversation. Telling him he disagrees with you And shutting down any opinion he had because she's irate and rankled.

He'd wanted to offer insight and clarification, because despite Luke Skywalkers many failings-- he had never believed in the tradition of cutting emotional attachments. And somehow he wanted Rey to know that.

So he wants to speak. To snip that he simply tried to answer her question, that he offered her his own experience from what he had seen-- But he looks around and realizes in all honesty. He's at her mercy.

Something simmers in his gut and he stands then-- And says the dumbest thing he could muster at this point. ]

I'll be back in the village.

[ yikes tbh. He's going to make his way back to where he's dropped his gloves and open the ramp. ]

[purpose]

[ He'll be back in the village, but she won't be returning to it now. Rather than rub salt into the wound, take to hurting him in retaliation for fucking her and then leaving the moment she gives him the honesty he'd asked for, she does what any maladjusted nineteen year old might do, and —

Ignores it. Refuses to grant him any sort of response, any sort of acknowledgement. Moisture prickles in her eyes, courtesy of a frustrated anger, as she gathers her shirt from the floor and storms past him. Deeper, into the bowels of the Falcon, where she intends to stay for the rest of the evening as unhealthy coping mechanisms dictate. ]

[vaderstan]

[ yikes yikes yikes. The onlything good I can say about his response is-- he'd been tempted to spit venom but held back. But not even for a great reason.

And as he steps off the ship he realizes how out of depth in all of this he feels. He hadn't had any real relationships in so long that he's entirely with out the mental or emotional resources to deal with this. He's not even sure what this is.

And as he wanders past the lanai and into the dim little hut his traitorous mind wonders if this is why she wanted him to hold off. If they were truly designed to just bring each other pain. After all, this is what his parents had done. Argued with one another and butted heads and hurt each other until one day his father didn't come back home.

Worse yet it had ultimately been over him.

He slumps back into the bundle of blankets and the sparse few pillows and glances at the datapad Rey brought him. He nearly picks it up before guilt eats at him and suddenly he just feels.

Tired.

He wonders if he should apologize, but it would ring hollow and he knows that. Not because he doesn't have things he needs to apologize for, but because he doesn't know what to apologize or how to apologize given she doesn't want to discuss it.

So-- he lays down and studies the room from where he lay. Trying to find peace when his mind is in conflict with itself. His eyes do close after some time and his mind drifts. But no where peaceful.

The arguing of his parents, the Falcon growing smaller on the horizon, Snoke's voice-- Snoke's touch, the face of Luke that night-- the taste of leather. ]

[purpose]

[ She doesn't return.

It isn't a decision made out of resentment or spite. Her avoidance is too steeped in hurt, in defensiveness, for anything less to be a motivating factor. As far as she is concerned, he has made it clear he no longer wants to be around her — has reacted to her honesty, her wish to change the subject to one less rife with disagreement — and she adapts accordingly.

Ironically, it brings with it the same fate she had been hoping to avoid in shutting down that conversation: tension between them and injured feelings. She isn't equipped to sort it out, and his evasion of her eliminates most of her desire to chase him down and rectify it, no matter the empty loneliness and the longing that results from it.

To distract herself, she throws on that ratty shirt and ignores the cum that wants to cling to her thighs. Her underwear still lay discarded in that hut, courtesy of squabbling Lanai, but the tackiness of her skin doesn't bother her. Only reminds her that he isn't here as she sets to work on tinkering with the Falcon, heading down to adjust the propulsion tank, which seems to only serve as a further reminder that she'll be leaving him soon enough.

Still, there's work to be done. Work that provides a decent distraction every time her mind threatens to wander. ]

bird like. skinny. feet.

[vaderstan]

[ The island settles into a tense silence for a time. The Lanai squawking and shooing away porgs which attempt to nest in some of the older structures, gather food, and continue their chores. Kylo's mind floats-- or maybe it sinks instead. Nothing in the forefront of his mind but the undercurrents. A flickering worry, doubts, expanding beyond him.

Today it's Snoke. Snoke is with him again and whispering everything he doesn't want to here. That this is proof beyond doubt that he is worthless. That he should have stayed in the dark's hold, that he had been right on the cusp of being Vader's heir--

And combined with the echoing memory of Hux's touch and the cold biting through him in the hut, he has no easy place to escape.

He fidgets and moans and soon enough there is a small group of caretakers wandering up the Falcons ramp to come find Rey where ever she is. They have never been polite and always seem....


Grouchy.

But this time they seem more frantic and panicked than anything else. ]

la Nai has bird like skinny feet

[purpose]

[ The distance wedged between them, for the most part, keeps their consciousnesses separate. Two different entities, not quite closed off to one another but made distinct by how she has instinctively narrowed the connection so that she may concentrate elsewhere. Without projecting and broadcasting her own emotions so blatantly, more importantly.

Busying herself unfortunately means she isn't prepared for any company, and doesn't sense it as anything more than a nagging pull. When she recognizes a new presence in the Falcon for what it is, it's already too late. The Lanai have swarmed their way into the engineering bay to squawk and titter. Understandably, she can't translate any of it, and her experiences with the caretakers in the past is — unpleasant, at best.

She hasn't forgotten their earlier judgement today. The morning is still fresh in her mind, as is their tendency to invade the hut whenever they please. In this equation, Rey is the grouchy one. ]

You need to leave.

[ First they've barged into the hut she's taken up, and now the Falcon. That piece of junk is too important for her not to feel irate. ]

Wow excuse u. I am not a basketball player

[vaderstan]

[ Yeah. That's not gonna work. They aren't versed in dealing with sith lord wannabes who are dealing with nightmares. And trying to Mime "THAT EMOJACK ASS YOU BROUGHT" is difficult. One may be pointing to some bunched up black cloth that is laying across a table but that's just working about as well as you can expect it to. Which is not at all.

Instead a couple reach in and pull at her and just sound more panicked in needing her immediate attention. ]

"avian-like aliens"

[purpose]

[ Her head snaps to the movements out of her corner of her eye. From Rey's perspective, it simply looks like they're fussing with the organization of her belongings — again, but worse this time for the clear invasion of space that it is. Their version of charades, especially with that cloth, need some work.

Though the reason for their incessant needling and overpowering concern remains lost in translation, panic is universal, and it becomes quite clear they have no intention of giving up. She sighs, a frustrated noise from the back of her throat, and drops the tools that had been in her hands to pry her arms out of their grasp.

They don't release her. Not until: ]

Fine. [ She doesn't have much choice in obliging them, really. They've made it clear they won't leave, and she can't continue to work like she is. ] I'll come with you.

[ To wherever. Maybe there is a looming threat they need to show her, or an intruder that's somehow happened across them, or —

It could be any number of things. She lets them usher her down the ramp and outside, making their trek up a sloping hill. ]

IM NOT AN AVIAN ALIEN. HORATIO IS

[vaderstan]

[ You'll need to read up on what these fuckers speak Rey, because they are gonna be your pals for the next few months at the very least. Once they get her up that hill (After several pauses where one just stands astride of her and waves her along rather aggressively), she'll note there's a few gathered around their hut.

Which... if she thinks to tap back into the force she'll notice it's disturbed around the immediate area. Not twisted or dark, but certainly active. Loud. Enough to worry the caretakers into action at the very least, they aren't qualified to deal with this.

And, quite frankly, Luke had a few of these episodes as well-- but they had no way to help him and then he remained stubbornly cut off from the Force. It was just a Mess.

This is a Mess. But at least Rey is here????

If Rey decides to open herself back up, she'll feel flashes-- memories. Nothing solid, but the whisper of a voice, the feel of a glove, an invasive force in her mind and body and-- just all Not Great things. ]

horatio is just a demon lbr

[purpose]

[ Awareness pounds at the edges of her perception. Despite the distance she maintains in the bond — cursorily cautious, now, not to be dragged into the cold wash of emotion resonating in the area — physical proximity has made her senses more keen.

It's Ben, undoubtedly, sucked back into the vortex of echoing memories. To the best of her ability, she braces herself against it, blocks out the whispers that curl around her ear as she enters the hut. The caretakers remain standing from afar, allowing her this privacy, when she softly shuts the door behind her. ]

Ben.

[ Prone as he is, asleep and restless, she doesn't move to shake him awake. Instead, she slides a hand through his hair where she crouches, a gentle gesture to rouse him. Anything more seems a recipe for startling him into a defensive attack. ]

edits this ten times.

[vaderstan]

[ Wow don't god mode the caretakers they are totally just gonna come in and -- no okay they won't i'm sorry.

It's like water breaking through a dam. At first just a steady drip drip drip and then a slowly rising crescendo as the drip turns to a trickle turns to a bursting stream. It's cool and bright and the darkness and whispers curling around his mind turn into the warm humming of Leia, the strong hands of Han--

And then the beacon of light herself ]

Rey... [ He blinks blearily. Trying to comprehend her form. The tendrils of his anxieties are still hanging on the edges of his vision and then he recalls their... Spat? He's not even sure what to call it at this point.

And it hits him then that she's leaving. Of course she is, she has to. She's leaving and she's angry and disappointed and-- ] I'm sorry--

[ It's quiet and rough around the edges. He tries to push himself up, but it's a shaky attempt. He's still hazy from sleep and anxiety, the nervous tension around him is tactile in how it hangs in the air. ]

edits YOU ten times

[purpose]

[ If she has any say in it, he isn't going anywhere. Gently, she presses down on his shoulder. In his unstable shakiness, she doesn't have to exert much pressure. It's enough to place him back in that position, so that she can drag his head into her lap and cradle it there.

He doesn't know what he's apologizing for, she thinks. Only that he feels that he must. For that reason, she can't accept it, and doesn't pursue that thread. ]

I don't want to leave things like this.

[ She admits, quieter. Like this, trapped in their disappointment and anger with one another. The topic, now that it has arisen, begs the question of whether these nightmares will continue to plague him after she leaves.

There's nothing to be done for it. Luke's words echo in her mind, a reminder that there's nothing she can do but hope for time to heal him. ]

edits horatio ten times

[vaderstan]

[ She shifts him and holds him and-- he complies because he has to comply. Rather, he doesn't have the strength to fight her. He settles in her lap, eyes closing, and his arms reaching out to fold around her. Keep her anchored with him, needy and desperate. He wants to be good for her, he doesn't want to be this mess, but he doesn't know how to achieve that. So-- at the very least, he can let her support him like this. Press his face into her thigh and let her hide him from the world. ] Me either.

[ His voice is uncharacteristically soft from sleep and emotion. Afraid that if he keeps speaking his emotions will burst. He's not sure what he can do besides apologize. This was his fault after all. All of it. ]

it still wouldn't fix him........... poor malfunctioning horatio

[purpose]

[ His voice rumbles through her thigh, sleep-addled but soothing. Straightening out her legs some, she shifts beneath him until she gets comfortable, ignoring the chill of stone biting into bare skin. It feels insignificant, compared to the cold promise of her departure.

For a long moment, she's silent, quietly contemplative. She's heard him, of course, but she has no immediate resolution — and he is in no state to hear her hurt. Engaging him in a discussion of the future, and of her own feelings, doesn't feel right in the fragile condition he is in. Neither does it feel fair to herself to contain it, but —

Well, those are her choices, and she will not stumble into the pitfall of expecting too much too soon. She settles for the former, stroking her fingers across his scalp. ]

There's still time before I leave.

[ Twelve hours, if that. But it's still something. A proposal to move on without acknowledging what has occurred, sweeping it beneath the rug. When compared to leaving things as they are, or risk worsening them by pursuing that discussion, it's the more appealing option to her. ]

Gets caught in a tire swing and just Does Not

[vaderstan]

[ If he remembered how to laugh, there'd be a pitiful one here-- instead it's a huff of breath and he squeezes her more closely. This was all surreal, still, and he felt as if he was the pathetic one. Unable to even manage a disagreement. Why the hell did she want him around? ]

Should we discuss pod racing?

[ A self-depricating joke in all honesty. He vaguely wonders if she's actually heard of pod racing. But she's trying and so should he-- she did this for him. She could have let him die there, she could have turned away and left him alone. She could have brought him back to the Resistance to face trial and let him crumble, but she brought him here instead.

He needs to be better-- he knows. He swallows thickly and tries to gather himself back together. Truth be told he selfishly wants to stay in her lap and have her pet his hair for the next few hours. Promise him she'll return and that he's worthy of any of this, but he can't expect to rely on her like this forever. ] What can I do for you?

[ It's earnest, at least. And No the sexual connotations of This Entire situation isn't lost on him (the press of his face to her thighs, the warmth of her body so close to him, the feel of her slender form and really-- it wouldn't take much to nudge between her legs and--), but he isn't sure how that joke would land at this precise moment. He'd rather let her drive that conversation ]

if i ever come to ca for comic con i'm gonna make a pit stop to shove my face into horatio

[purpose]

[ Truth be told, she's at a loss for a response. They've already established he isn't in her debt, that he owes her nothing; repeating that isn't necessary. More than that, it brings her attention to the fact that she should have been the one to ask him what he needs, fresh off of a nightmare and groggy in her lap. But she hadn't known to — because there had never been a need to learn to comfort those around her. ]

Exist.

[ That's what he can do for her. The corners of her lips twitch upward, giving the brief impression that it might be an attempt at levity, but the bond discloses it as utterly earnest. Her nails scratch at his scalp, an idle sort of gesture, as she tries to sift through the impressions coming from his end of the connection. ]

You could. [ Vague, but she doesn't think to specify. He'll know what she's implying, punctuated by a slight parting of her lips. Not so much as to be obscene, but an invitation. ] If you wanted to.

[ To make it clear there's no pressure. Is it how she would prefer to spend the night, to say their goodbyes until next time? Yes. But it's Ben whom had lost ownership of his body, had it stolen, and she'll never demand him to perform for her. ]

no come for fanime, or just san fran j town. Or jsut to play with my dolls.

[vaderstan]

[ Exist. Excuse him as that hits him like a pile of bricks. It makes something drop in his stomach and lift in his chest and??? Sex on top of all of that is just a lot to take in. Can one be on the verge of tears but incredibly turned on all at once? Because Kylo Ren is managing that right now.

Well, he doesn't think crying while eating her out would be entirely seductive or an image he'd want to leave her with. So he takes a shuddering breath-- ]

I want to. [ That's earnest. Really earnest. Pushing his scalp and hair into her hand more earnest-- ] I need a few minutes is all.

[ He's dealing with overwhelming emotions right now. And the tittering Self Inserting Care Takers are giving him ideas of how to make it better.


Once he's not on the verge of tears from being valued and wanted. ]

why not all of the above

[purpose]

[ An emotional boner to go with his soon-to-be physical boner. ]

However long you need.

[ I'm not going anywhere would be a lie. A hollow promise she can't bring herself to express, and so she stamps down on it to provide him what he needs. — Or, well, what he's seeking out from her. Following clear cues is easier than gauging it on her own, and with his face pressing into her palm, there's no muddled message as to what he's requesting.

Though somewhat squished beneath the curve of his cheek, she strokes her thumb along his cheek, and then hunches over him just to brush her mouth over his temple. Some hair gets into her mouth in the process, but it's a sacrifice that has to be made. ]

COMICCON IS IN SAN DIEGO WHICH I S FAR FROM THE BAY AREA.

[vaderstan]

[ Excuse me, saying he has an emotional boner would be saying they are moe right now and I cannot let that fly BECAUSE I AM LAUGHING TOO HARD ABOUT IT TO COMPREHEND. So Very MoE.

But she feeds into the neediness he has with out him asking and-- maybe it isn't good. Maybe he needs to find his own feet, be independent and not need her in such a visceral powerful way. But that Maybe could be tomorrow and the warmth of her lips is what teeters the wetness in his eyes over to actual tears and he really hates being a wreck. Was he this much of a wreck before??? He's sure he was-- just in a different way. A... Murder Anger way. Something he really can't muster up the energy for right now.

He shifts so more of him can be in her lap-- really to make it easier to brush his eyes across the fabric of the shirt she's got on if her fingers don't get there first. And with a shaking breath he speaks. ] Are the stars out yet?

i know nothing about CA geography as i have just revealed

[purpose]

[ He beats her to the punch. Once the dampness of his tears soaks through her shirt, she swipes her fingers beneath the creases of his eyes, collecting the moisture he's smeared across his skin in the process. It's worrying, but she can sense nothing from him that warns her that she has misstepped in some way, upset him unknowingly. ]

Yes. [ But only barely, peeking out as the sky becomes a darker blue. It isn't a sight that stirs fondness in her for what it implies: the hours are escaping them, slipping out of her grasp, no matter how she tries to hold onto it. There is no avoiding their separation, looming closer. ] We can go look. Take the blanket with you.

[ She's assuming that's what he most want, anyway. Why ask otherwise? She nudges her nose into his hair, playing the role of a creepy girlfriend as she smells the scent of it, and then straightens her spine to try to nudge him into standing. ]

Proof u need to come to CA and let me fly u around on a magic carpet

[vaderstan]

[ Well-- he hasn't figured out his evil plans. His evil plans honestly just involving pleasuring her out of her mind but you know. STILL EVIL PLANS IF KYLO REN IS PLANNING THEM. Also please hair smelling isn't creepy if he'd do the exact same shit. They would probably spend a morning smelling each other's hair.

He straightens with that nudge and gets his arms under him first. His strength isnt entirely back-- this day has drained everything out of him, but he eventually gets to his feet and... gathers up a couple of bundles of blankets.

He'll glance up to catch her gaze, he's open and vulnerable, but better. ]

If it's possible to find a spot we can be left alone.

[ Fucking fish bird nuns what the fuck leave them alone Jesus CHrist on a Cracker. ]