sololoquy: (Default)
ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote2018-12-23 07:46 am

open post

WISHLIST (TROS SPOILERS)


anything force-bond related, but especially:
  • slow-burn corruption (either direction)

  • inappropriately timed force bond moments (both nsfw and humor approaches)

  • dream-sharing

  • emotional bleed/transference (from rey, involving other parties)

  • inappropriate force bond voyeurism on rey/poe or rey/finn

  • mid-conversation force bond interruption

  • The Rise of Skywalker- Cross-galaxy chase of the Resistance


anything related to ben solo, but especially:
  • snoke confessionals with family or friends of family

  • returning to the light

  • smuggler life style

  • jedi knight ben

  • resistance-fighter ben

  • The Rise of Skywalker- Force Ghost communications w/ Rey


anything related to supreme leader kylo ren, but especially:
  • fall via coup

  • resistance fighter reconditioning (gen or nsfw)

  • force ghost visits from anakin/luke/rey/leia/snoke

  • defeat by the resistance, and subsequent aftermath

  • The Rise of Skywalker- Mole Discovery w/ Hux


canto bight:
  • shady weapons deals

  • picking up prisoners

  • recruitment

  • obligatory dinner party

  • general casino shenanigans

  • beach party

  • basically any reason you can think of to use canto bight as a setting piece


A note on romance:
I will ship all of the new trilogy characters with Kylo Ren (except Snoke/Family).
But I have no interest in exploring domestic-style takes on them.
Thank you for understanding.
forcevisions: (seems it never ends)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-19 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The moment he said aside his book, Rey knew she'd made a mistake sharing even that much. She didn't want attention to fix on this point. Some part of her knew to be sparing in her examination of it, her mind warning her away from something painful. Returning to Dorne had always been a distant thing, a light on the horizon. Never a reality.

Getting too close to it is like getting too close to the sun, and it shines a light on something she doesn't really want to see.
]

Is it common practice for you to negotiate with your prisoners? [ Throwing it back on him would remedy the situation, she hoped. He'd be reminded that he didn't need to offer her anything, and they would both forget this conversation ever happened. ]
forcevisions: (who thinks he's fly)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-19 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Why offer it at all, then? [ This was the suspicion of an orphan, of course. No lord had ever given her handouts. If he knew he'd get what he wanted from her either way, he had no reason to offer her anything. ] I haven't asked you for charity.
forcevisions: (with the black banners raised)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-20 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ But she didn't understand why he told her that he would in the first place. For a long stretch of silence, Rey stared at him like she was studying someone truly alien. He might as well be a white-walker for how foreign and eldritch he is to her. He didn't navigate the world like other people did. And it wasn't because he was from a noble house, either. It was something else.

That he looked towards those tents to where his men took their rest only showed he knew it as well. He did not want them to hear this offer he made. Then why make it? She couldn't make sense of it.

It shouldn't have mattered — she would never take him up on it because he would be dead and she would find Skywalker and help him instead. And then House Organa would, in their gratitude, help her find her parents in Dorne, and she would not need anything from Kylo Ren.
]

You don't make sense.

[ She pointed out his contradictions rather than accept or decline. ]

You forsake some oaths and remember others, seemingly at random. You treat me like an animal, but offer me payment for being forced into helping you. You threatened to throw me to your men only to stop them from taking me.
forcevisions: (and he's looking for love)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ His offer was the closest she'd been to her parents since she'd arrived in the Saltpans. As much as she wanted to hold onto hope for Skywalker, she couldn't bring herself to close the door on her own family either.

For whatever it was worth, she came out of that decision disappointed with herself. Staring at her hands and debating a retraction. The words never made it past her lips, though. She couldn't form them. The right thing to do would be to refuse him and forget this had ever happened and to continue resenting him, but she couldn't deny herself that.
]

I'll keep it in mind.

[ And somehow, he had managed to evade giving her anything. Again. She realized it then. Still no idea why they hadn't gone to King's Landing. No idea why he was offering her help. No idea why he was the way he was at all, not even a clear picture of how he'd gotten that bloody scar.

She pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek, trying to bite down on comment, but ... well, he knew by now that she was bad at that.
]

Your men will reach King's Landing before morning. [ This she offered only because he had stopped them the night before, and for no other reason. Civility in turn for civility. ] Whatever you are hoping to avoid there will soon hear word of where we're heading.
forcevisions: (in the cold i stood)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ So he was fleeing something.

Puzzle after puzzle, with him. Rey surveyed him with greater interest now, searching his expression for some hint as to why the Lord Commander of the Redcloaks would be afraid to enter the capitol. If she could figure that out, she would gain something to bargain with. Some kind of power to leverage.

He had offered her this much, more than any time before. Maybe she was gaining, after all. Making headway. Or maybe she had simply chosen the right moment, in his exhaustion, when his men were gone.
]

Will we ride again tomorrow?

[ She already knew the answer, really, but she dreaded it. ]
forcevisions: (we were fucked up and numb)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He shouldn't have been telling her what to do like that, like her wellbeing mattered. But to him, at least for now, she supposed it did. That would be his weakness in the long run. It made sense then, finally, why he had offered it. If he could make her more amenable to him, if he offered something that she wanted, perhaps that would put them on equal footing.

After a long silence, Rey looked away from him. She moved in the direction of his tent, but stopped outside of it, making herself as comfortable as she could get just out front of it, as he had forced her to the night before. There were bruises in her throat from where he'd held her, and with a strained shoulder, she could hardly fight back if he decided to get in a temper about something inane that she had done wrong.

If a merciful king dragged them back to King's Landing, he might have let Rey live for being a prisoner, in exchange for her testimony of whatever Ren had planned to do. Whatever information she had to damn him with. She did not think Snoke was that kind of king. Sleep did not come easily, and when it finally came, it left tears on her cheeks for the unpleasant dreams that haunted her.
]
forcevisions: (I'd be usin')

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rey woke up in pain. Her legs and hips were stiff and sore from the day's ride before, as she had expected, and all the muscle fatigue left her especially groggy and slow to move. Still, she got herself up shortly after the men had already started moving, and when she did, she reluctantly moved to help one of them get the campsite packed up.

The muggy, thick quality to the air made the dirt caked on Rey feel heavier. Slows her down. And it makes her breath thick too, like she can't quite pull enough oxygen in.
]

No.

[ For a moment she looked at him like maybe she suspected he was fucking with her by even asking. Surely he knew that bastards didn't tour the bloody Seven Kingdoms. But, no, he could have easily been that deluded. ]

The caravan I rode with were heading this way. [ She had no love for slavers, but now it felt grotesque to be riding instead with the men who had slaughtered them like animals. Maybe she was bound to set on this course eventually.

She turned to look up at his mare like it was a mountain and rubbed at the back of her hip in consideration of her wounds. The worst part, though, was that she'd have to ask for help getting up because of the sling on her arm. She looked back at him then, uneasy and trying to avoid the admission while still … communicating that she's not going to be able to get up there herself. If he forced her to walk again, she'd almost prefer it. Her legs weren't going to get any less sore.
]
forcevisions: (oh i hope you don't mind)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ The others observed this interaction passively. Rey stared at his hand, simultaneously dreading and trying to figure out the best way to make use of his assistance. Finally she accepted that she had to get her foot in the stirrup. She used her hand to first facilitate the painful stretch of her hips in getting the toe of her worn boot into it. Then she moved her hand into his glove and pulled herself up straighter. She leaned on her strained arm on the saddle in order to pull herself over it.

The whole affair turned out painful and embarrassing, telling of her inexperience, and she was still wincing as she settled at the front of the saddle and pulled her foot back out of the stirrup to make room for him behind her.

She looked over at the other men, a scowl tugged across her expression. She didn't like being seen complicit in her own confinement, but … she was. Over and over again, she had been. Maybe that was for the best, though. Maybe that would get her the freedom she needed to kill him and get away when the time came.

Which she still planned to do. No matter what he had promised her.
]

Does it matter? We're not going to see it now either, are we? Just move straight through.
forcevisions: (do one more pretty please)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rey grunted with the first cantering steps of the horse, jostled by the rough reminder of all the muscles she had fatigued yesterday in much the same position. She was no good at being an invalid, and worse at being entirely unskilled at a thing that she had no control over.

By the sound of it, he was likely hoping that Lord Hux never heard that he was in Storm's End at all. That they could get off the ship before he learned of their presence, and before the ravens arrived from King's Landing to announce the consequences of it.

Yes. He was definitely the king of fools.

The sky grew darker as they marched, and as they emerged from the wood, a warm rain drizzled down over the rolling field they emerged into. The inclement weather seemed to lift Rey's spirits and though she didn't smile, she sat up a little straighter, looking around at the scenery in earnest — at least, until one of his men pointed out the trouble with rain and sailing; 'Bad weather for men at sea, Lord Commander.' He knew better to offer more than that.

Rey had never been on a ship, of course. A ship couldn't get you from Dorne to the Saltpans. A ship could not keep Lord Plutt off her back. A ship would not find her parents.
]
forcevisions: (all the damage done)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The other two broke away from their Lord Commander to ride for what Rey could only conclude must be Storm's End. There was a song she'd heard once about a year-long siege, and staring at the curtain wall that wound around it, including one that dropped steeply off into the harbor, Rey could easily guess that the song might have been the truth.

It was an ugly thing, made uglier by the contrast against the rocky grasslands that led up to it. A singular, squat drum tower sat in the middle of that curtained wall, a stag riding high on its peak. But then, Rey had never seen another castle. Perhaps they were all equally hideous.
]

Is Lord Hux loyal to the King?

[ Rey asked, as though such a treasonous question in Hux's own realm were subject for casual conversation. There was no point in avoiding it anymore that she could see, now that his men had separated from them. What little energy she had for pretense had been drained by the chill that cut her bones now that her damp clothes hung off her body, soaked through. At the very least, they were cold enough now to soothe (or at least numb) the ache in her legs. ]
forcevisions: (sick of being poised)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As the horse abruptly stopped, Rey thudded back against his chest. She twisted to look up at him, studying his face as though it would tell her his rationale. It seemed too good to be true. Would he send her alone to catch them? She could sway them, given time alone. Tell them that Ren was betraying the king, avoiding him, sow discord. They wouldn't help her slit his throat, surely, but they would know enough to be suspicious and hinder him surely.

Some part of her second-guessed this now, given his sudden preference for the idea. Maybe the two he had kept were loyal enough to him to withstand his mercurial moods and his betrayal to the king. Maybe they would put her back in chains and tell Ren what she had done.

Then was Hux her better choice? It would be her word against his, and even if Hux took Ren's head, she'd still be left in Hux's custody, forced to give the information that she had to the king. Ren's custody would be easier to slip than a cell, surely.
]

Great. Let me off here; I'll run right along after them. [ Her remarks were too dry, maybe. ]
forcevisions: (If it doesn't)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She would have bolted then and there, had it not been for the fact that his men were in sight and he stayed there watching like a hawk until she reached them. One of his men dismounted, ready to offer her his horse, and she shook her head a little too forcefully. ]

Please don't make me get on that thing.

[ They laughed at her, and the other dismounted as well. They would walk the rest of the way. They seemed more comfortable without Ren there, looser in the shoulders, though it was obvious that neither of them knew what to do with her. She learned their names: Ser LeHuse and Ser Versio both came from the Reach, though they belonged to lower houses that pledged their banners early to the King's family. One of them was a firstborn whose house had been dishonored by Snoke, and he was paying the price; the other was third in line for his father's inheritance and knew he had no hope. It was either the Citadel or the Kingsguard, thus — ]

You probably would have picked the Citadel if you'd known you'd be serving under Ren.

[ Neither of them laughed at that, even with him gone. They didn't quite knew what to do with her interest in these things, it seemed. They were not used to actual conversation with the common people, but neither were they used to moving around the circles that Ren did. They were in the middle somewhere, awkward and fumbling.

His men brought her to an inn where they could put up their horses. The innkeeper gave her a piteous look, even after they asked that two rooms be provided. The innkeeper set her up with a hot meal, at least, and offered to wash her clothes for her. It was with great reluctance that Rey admitted these were the only clothes she had, and she'd have to keep them. Still, she was grateful for the woman's charity.

It didn't mean that if she tried to run the woman would cover for her, but it reminded her that not everyone was like these Redcloaks.

She gathered around a table with his men to ask the question.
]

Why does Lord Ren want so badly to avoid King's Landing? [ She searched them. ] We'd already be out to sea if we'd gone out through the Blackwater. Did he break some girl's heart?

[ They offered mumbled assurances that Lord Ren made the decisions he knew he needed to make. But Rey pushed. ]

Sure, but you don't wish he'd at least tell you why?

[ Versio warned her to keep her mouth shut to that end unless she wanted to see Ren's temper again. And then he ordered his second warm mug of mead.

Rey slipped the knife from her silverware into her sling while he was at the bar and LeHuse had turned to watch as the door opened, welcoming Ren's dark shadow inside. She'd cut it close, and his men had proven too loyal, but at least she got something out of this short period beyond his scrutiny.

'Don't move,' LeHuse told her as he went to greet Ren at the door and offer him a key. Rey glanced around, impatient and nervous, and saw that two of the innkeeper's girls had gotten their arms around Versio.
]
forcevisions: (and strike a violent pose)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-21 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She'd assumed, of course. They'd all assumed. But to hear him say it still made her uneasy. It would be her first night in a long while in a real bed — all the rooms had two in them, in an inn like this. She'd heard the innkeeper saying so. But it'd also be with him, and her chance to rid herself of him.

Did she really have the nerve to kill the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard? To kill someone who had promised her a way to her parents? She pushed down the questions. There would be no room for doubting herself from here out.

By his announcement, she could guess that their revels were at an end. Too bad. The others were nearly tolerable, without Ren around. She got to her feet. The innkeeper's girls looked at Versio as though they expected him to say something — if Ren was so bad, surely he would. Rey was a little thing, scrawny and dirty and injured.

But Versio kept his mouth shut. The storyteller at the other table has found a pause in his tale, distracted by the tension that Ren draws in with him. It's like the storm has come inside at its worst.
]

Now, m'lord?

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-05-22 00:17 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-05-22 00:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-05-22 01:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-05-22 02:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-05-22 02:50 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-05-22 03:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-05-22 03:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-05-22 04:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-05-23 01:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-06-06 05:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-06-06 05:35 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-06-06 15:57 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-06-06 22:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-06-06 23:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-06-09 06:35 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-06-09 06:51 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] forcevisions - 2018-06-09 16:59 (UTC) - Expand