sololoquy: (and all the people say)
ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote 2019-08-28 08:00 am (UTC)

[And like a hunter, he observes her reaction, from the flinch of pain to the tears that spring to her eyes and the way she curls in on herself. He is slower with the second binding, drawing on the few memories he still keeps packed away -- memories of how to keep an interaction intimate in its control, how to possess and own every slow slip of the rope as he unknots it and leaves Rey to her relief.

And he is leaning over her to continue this observation, a shadow covering a good portion of her body as he digs for the familiar signs of Rey -- the fight, the belligerence, the survival instinct. He craves it, practically vibrates with the need to feel it in the bond again. So engrossed in it, he seems to have nearly forgotten his cause for recapturing her in the first place.

His focus is singular, enough that his commlink can be seen flashing on the banister away from them as he ignores yet another summons.

She hasn't struck him yet beyond that first kick. Hell, she hasn't even tried to struggle -- so he gets bolder. The hand that had been playing with her lower lip drags back to thread through her hair, which he casually examines like one might examine a favorite plant.]


You must be starving.

[It is unclear if he is talking about food, or something else.]

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