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~~Ben Solo~~
Kylo Ren

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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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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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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. ]

[ Her blade retracts with a whir, but she can still only smell burnt ozone and singed skin. The only functional thought process she has is a constant mantra — leave, leave, leave — in her frantic need to flee from it. From the darkness that thrums approvingly inside of her, satiated, and a ship that has brought them both nothing but constant misery.

Ben's fingertips just barely skim hers, but she spares a few moments to intertwining their hands as she hits the release on the escape pod in question. She offers him a place in its confines first; with what limited space they have, it's logical that he should take the most of it so she can find a way to slot into the spaces between, fitting them both inside.

Predictably, it's as awkward as she thought it would be. Her back aches from pointedly trying not to squirm and jab an elbow into his nose — which is, all things considered, easier said than done when they're smashed together in such a small container. The uneasy truth is that she can feel everything, hear everything; the smell of his shampoo is in her nose and his heart drums beneath her ear, and she's so unnerved by the closeness and his invasion of her senses that she scrambles out immediately once they've been pulled into the Falcon's cargo bay. ]

[ His mind is fritzed but once she's next to him so close its -- confusing honestly. Confusing on the level that now he's come face to face with the fact that he wants contact with her on this level and-- right after a traumatic event it's confusing enough.

Right in the middle of escape a traumatic event it's even Worse??

He takes to just holding as still as possible, bracing himself as they rocket through space and--

Spill out into the falcon.

Normally, he'd be helping with the escape. He's sure she knows that, but-- right now. It's not happening. If she tries to help him up he's waving her off. She's got a more important job to do and he's limping his drugged ass to find the couch in the main hold. Once he finds it, he'll brace himself on it and look up to where the cockpit is located-- ]

Need help?

[ Lord, even saying that much in a louder voice is making him feel sick. Maybe it's the mix of Stims and whatever the fuck else Hux got him with. He's not sure. He just wants to be out of this system. Out of everything ]

[ She does, in fact, try to hoist him out even as he dismisses her. Refusing to budge, she latches onto his bicep to steady him, only tearing herself away once she's certain he has no intentions of keeling over onto the floor. At the very least, the stims seem to be a success in keeping him upright — though she still hovers behind him while he hobbles to the couch, braced to catch him should he falter. Once he's gotten the rest he's in desperate need of, she won't have reason to worry over his motor function. ]

No. [ With how firmly she states it, it's clear that it isn't open for discussion. He shouldn't be moving from the couch, let alone co-piloting a ship. He might be Han Solo's son, but — there's no but to it. That level of stubborn foolhardiness must be coded into the Solo lineage. ] You need rest. I'll wake you when we land.

[ That's all the implication she needs to give to inform him that she has a destination in mind. Ahch-To is the safest planet she can think of, too deserted and too isolated to capture anyone's attention. An ideal hideout while he recovers.

She's hesitant to leave him as he is, but the cockpit is where she's needed. Without dawdling, she gives him one last, lingering look of concern and disappears into the cockpit to input the requisite coordinates. At some point, she'll have to establish contact with the Resistance and reach out to General Organa; for now, however, she needs to gather her thoughts and get them out of this system before they're detected. ]

[ For you, Rey, this man would kill his abuser and tormentor. But you know. There was an entire movie for that. Right now, with her permission, he just collapses on to the couch. It's not comfortable or ergonomic or big enough for his entire hulking size, but-- strangely. It's home.

The ship shudders and shakes around him, he lays a hand down to stead himself as his eyes close and-- a memory of his father yelling at Chewie hits his mind.

At the very least his stomach isn't swirling as much and he's not moving anymore. And-- he'll just hedge in and out of being Here. He'll only relax whenever Rey chills out a bit (Thanks Force Bond Proximity) which will probably be when they finally hit hyperspace. Only then will he fully pass out. ]

[ The jump into hyperspace is relatively uneventful, and the silent lull that follows tells her that they haven't been tracked to the edges of the galaxy. She sags into her seat, releasing a breath she hadn't been aware she was even holding, and... waits. That's all that's left to do, really, and she doesn't feel comfortable slipping into sleep herself when Ben is tucked away on that too small couch, defenseless and coping with the aftereffects of whatever drug is still poisoning his system.

Perhaps it's for the best that he's blacked out and therefore oblivious to the buzz of her comlink. Sucking in a breath to prepare herself, she leans forward in her seat and adjusts their comm systems until the signal is no longer a vortex of static noise.

'Rey?' Leia Organa's voice crackles into the cockpit, sounding skeptical and concerned in equal measure. 'Poe told me you left on a mission I authorized'. It isn't chiding, but Rey still expects to hear notes of disapproval and disappointment. ]

I had no choice. It was an emergency. [ The pause between her sentences is a heavy one. There is no good way to break the news, or to ease the older woman into it. Then again, Leia Organa has always struck her as particularly no-nonsense and to the point; maybe she'll appreciate the direct approach. Whatever the case, it's the only approach Rey has. ] I have your son.

[ Leia's so disturbingly quiet that Rey fears the connection has been dropped, but the comlink crackles back to life with a simple question that has no simple answer. 'How?' Rey pauses, considering. The truth isn't hers to share, and so she settles for a vague, simplistic explanation. ]

He contacted me. I need to know he'll be safe if I return with him.

[ 'We'll have to negotiate the terms of his surrender,' General Organa agrees, and that will have to suffice for now. She comes away from the conversation feeling significantly lighter, off to find Ben once they've landed on Ahch-To's shore after a handful of hours. ]

Ben?

[ Shaking him awake seems most likely to earn her an inadvertent fist to the jaw. Instead, she reaches out to nudge him through the Force, hovering by the arm of the couch. ]

Edited 2018-05-24 03:37 (UTC)

[ He's out. Heavily out. Fortunately the only good news about being Kylo Ren is you compartmentalize trauma very specifically. And at the very least Hux isn't someone he trusted--- so when Rey wakes him.. there's no panic. Just confused at first and then looking up like.

Oh right.

Not Sure If Real Rey.

At least there is no killing intent and you know. Last time something like this happened it Was Hux standing above him. Yikes.. At least Rey doesn't know that. ]

Rey.

[ A simple and quiet response that is better than "Am I actually suffering a psychotic break from reality right now?" Cause again

Still needs a full nights rest and a fluffy blanket

And a hug. ]

[ Her exhaustion runs bone-deep, exacerbated not only by her own sleep deprivation but the bleed between their minds as well. Ben's fatigue has transformed into her own, it seems, and Rey has to actively work to stopper their connection to prevent that spillage. Once she's properly collapsed into a cot, it shouldn't be the pressing issue it presents itself as currently, but she continues to look every bit the part of a woman that hasn't slept in a century now that she isn't purely fueled by adrenaline.

And vengeance. Don't forget the vengeance. ]

We've landed, [ she says simply, by way of explanation. But he's chosen to nest here on the couch, and she won't drag him onto land if it means disrupting him further. She can take one of the bunks aboard the Falcon, maybe, within reach if he needs her to lend a hand. ] I can make you a cot in one of the huts, or you can stay here. It's your call.

[ Rey. I've discussed this with Ellie already. Get on the same page.

But he's looking at her a bit bleary and confused for a moment. Huts???? He's honestly too tired to dip into her mind and the ramp isn't open so he won't smell the salt in the air. So.. guess the Resistance is just sleeping in huts now.

But that's not the main reason he's confused. ]

Where are you sleeping?

[ And so it begins ]

[ What is that line of questioning? ? She gives him a bemused look, bu her expression softens to understanding eyes and a pursed mouth once realization sets in. He must want to stay within the same vicinity. It's the natural assumption to make after what he's suffered. ]

In one of the huts nearby. I won't be far.

[ He's definitely not all there still unfortunately. Fatigue, stress, anxiety-- they all pile as weight on top of him and... He'd Get where they were otherwise. He'd also probably realize that annoying buzzing nudge in the Force is his mother. Rey will probably even feel the movement in the Force around him, but it's just not hitting him quite right yet.

Steps. Small tiny steps. At least Leia will start to comprehend something Terrible has happened. Like Very Terrible.

For now, he's keeping his attention on simple things. Like. Rey doesn't want to sleep on the ship so he doesn't want to sleep on the ship. And he's still blown wide open and compartmentalizing all at once, so get ready for Super Blunt Kylo Ren here. ]

I want to sleep with you.

[ ............

Not like that.

Well yes like that But not like that. ]

[ Wow. What a prime choice of phrasing, made worse by the impression of his mother's presence humming persistently around him. Rey gapes openly, confident she's heard him incorrectly.

Fortunately for all parties involved, his state of mind doesn't take her down a dirty road of imagining what sleeping with her in a less than innocent scenario entails. Even without the misinterpretation, she still feels as though a fuse in her brain has blown. Sharing a bed isn't on her list of usual activities, and she wouldn't even know where to begin. She feels it's obvious that Bad Idea is stamped all across that suggestion for how discomforting it will be for either of them to crawl into a bed together. ]

You don't want that. [ She doesn't sound so convinced of that fact. It lilts questioningly instead, baffled and thrown off-kilter. ] Don't you want privacy? Space that's your own?

[ Someone please appreciate that she wasn't reduced to just blabbing 'what' and only 'what' out of her mouth. ]

[ I'm Sorry Rey. But I'm not. I'm not because we all saw this fukkin coming. Except for you. He literally said this earlier. Literally reached out for you earlier. Several times. Lord have mercy upon your soul this is gonna get worse before it gets better. ] You. [ Even in his state of mind it's said resolutely. ] I just want you.

[ Honestly-- It makes sense once one realizes he trusts Rey more than he trusts himself. He doesn't want to be in a room alone by himself right now. Doesn't even want to be in his skin right now to be honest. ]

[ ??? This is sounding more and more like a questionable proposition she should discourage, but she's going to give him the benefit of the doubt that he isn't trying to get her naked. In fact, she wouldn't entertain a suggestive invitation if he even thought to make it. Not how he is presently, still processing and coping with what's been done to him. Her mind very adamantly refuses to dive in that direction, helped along by her obliviousness to his attraction to her. ]

Alright, [ she relents, unable to turn him away in his time of need. Maybe all he needs is a safety blanket, and she represents the security that had been stolen from him. That's what she tells herself, at least, when she moves to try to help him off of the couch his too long legs are dangling from. ] We'll make another cot in my hut. That can be yours.

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

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