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

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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: (on the film)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-22 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ His clothes were as drenched as hers. Only once they were up in the room and he was barricading the door, that fucker, did she notice that he hadn't found something fresh in a saddlebag. But, of course, he hadn't planned on a long ride when he'd come out into the Kingswood looking for her. None of them had. That was why he'd had his dogs to send back.

She watched him remove each piece to add to the tower, a terrible pit forming in her stomach. There was the window to consider — a tiny thing that only opened outwards and probably had no ledge. She might break her arm worse going out that way, but it would be her only option if she didn't want Versio and LeHuse to wake up after she'd stuck their master like a pig.
]

Given you're not a prisoner, I'll wager no ravens had arrived for Lord Hux. [ She took a seat on the bed, holding her sling carefully to her chest so she didn't let the knife slip free awkwardly. She didn't want to lose it while she stripped off her boots with her one free hand. ] So what was the bad news?
forcevisions: (seems it never ends)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-22 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ What kind of redcloak had scars from lashings?

Without meaning to, Rey found herself staring up at the too-pale plane of his back. They were almost drowned by the plethora of other scars, but no. Rey knew the signs of them because she had felt them. Her uninjured hand came up to rest at her shoulder in silent thought, but as soon as he shrugged his tunic back on, she had dropped her hand, unwilling to give herself away.

It didn't matter what they had in common. Their differences were a wide valley, quite substantial enough to make up for them. She didn't have a chance to do anything with the flicker of doubt about whether he planned to do the same with his pants before he was getting on his bed.

Rey relaxed visibly, though she couldn't say why.
]

Why do you dislike him?

[ From that alone, she suspected she might like Lord Hux if she met him. She settled down onto her bed on her uninjured side, which meant staring across the room at him instead of at the wall. The rain had made the night chilly — chillier — so she pulled the blankets up around her despite the damp of her clothes. The innkeeper might just forgive her. ]
forcevisions: (with the black banners raised)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-22 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
It was just a question. No need to get defensive, m'lord.

[ Narrowing her eyes at him made her feel worse, somehow. If he chose to conclude that she simply disliked nobility, let him. For tonight, at least, she could bite her tongue. ]

I'm tired.

[ And she was. Her legs were sore from riding, and though she was glad for the chance to make the most of the inn's bar downstairs, she probably should have foregone it to rest in the first place. Ren's mood would undoubtedly only grow worse with his own fatigue, so she was ready to say goodbye to this sour conversation.

To this sour man.

She shut her eyes, ready to feign sleep for long enough for him to drift off.
]
forcevisions: (you're never gonna fit in much kid)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-22 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was hard to know when he had actually fallen asleep because of all his shifting. But after a while, Rey had to settle. If she didn't take her chance, she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes open much longer. Worse, she'd lose her nerve.

Her eyes opened, and she exhaled slowly, watching him.

He didn't seem to stir at that, so she sat up, pulling the knife from her sling. It wasn't sharp. Too old, not intended for this purpose. She'd have to hit hard.

How hard? She'd never stabbed a man before. Sitting up in the dead of night, knife in hand, staring down at his restless form, she decided it'd have to be the neck. It would be the easiest, the most likely to kill him quickly and quietly. Right? She thought of that slaver she'd been riding with. The way his blood had gurgled bright and red out of his throat.

She wanted to cry. He hadn't been innocent, either, but it had still been horrible to see. It had still been wrong for them to do. But this wasn't wrong — it's the only choice she had. She got up off the bed and walked for his. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet, and she stood over Ren's bed.

By now her hand was shaking on the knife, and she pulled off her sling so she could steady it with her injured arm too. She had to get it right the first time. The second, at the very most. He was larger than her and stronger. If he woke up, he would kill her, and she would be forgotten. Probably not even buried, but cast into the sea for convenience's sake. Treated like garbage.

Not for the first time.

She gripped the knife in both hands, raised it over him and drew a deep breath. But she stopped before completing the motion. Her arms didn't want to budge.

She couldn't kill a man in his bed, in his sleep. Maybe the redcloaks could forget their oaths and their honor, and maybe in dealing with them, she ought to. But she couldn't. She didn't have that kind of evil in her, no matter what the world around them called for.
]

Fuck. [ She hissed it out, dropping the knife and backing off one, two steps. ]
forcevisions: (and in the end)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-22 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ She was shaking before he grabbed her, teetering on the verge of frustrated tears at her own impotence, at her own uselessness and failure. Until she could do this simple task, she would be trapped with him, but still she could not bring herself. Some part of her knew that if she did that, she would be too far gone, she would have let the world and all its pain ruin her, but— But wasn't she already? What did she have to call herself? A craven who gave up the information on Skywalker at the first threat on her worthless bastard's virtue.

Whatever other self-flagellation she had prepared had no time to take hold of her. Rey watched as his eyes snapped open, glinting in the dim moonlight that filtered through the window with a murderous fury. He was dazed. She almost got out of his grip, but — A yelp made its way from her as his grip closed around her uninjured arm.

Her good arm. Not the one that would bring her down, screaming in agony.

The knife thunked against the floorboards as he dropped it too. Reason and observation shouted for her to calm herself, to look at the fact, to see that he was not going to kill her but instinct drove her on anyway, wrestling in his grip. She even brought up her bad arm to try and pry his grip loose. All the while she thought of the Kingswood. She had lost her nerve there too. If she had killed herself then ... But she hadn't done that either. Because she was an idiot. A brave idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.
]
forcevisions: (these feelings tend to leave me)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-23 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ He wasn't the only one to spend the night feeling sick. Self-loathing and disappointment churned Rey's stomach. She'd finally had the chance, stared her freedom in the eye, and she hadn't been able to do it. He'd said it best: she'd lost her nerve. How humiliating.

She couldn't help but think he had no right to his anger and surprise. Never had she masked her hatred for him, her desire to escape. What did he think she would do? And what would he do, now that he had apparently misplaced trust in her supposed willingness to be in his company? Back to the way he had been that first day, she supposed. Dragging her around by the throat and threatening her and refusing to hear anything she said.

All she'd done was make things harder on herself. She'd never be able to kill him while he was conscious, and she didn't have it in her to kill him while he was sleeping. Where'd that leave her? Stuck. With him, leading him on his merry way to Luke Skywalker.

She sat back on her bunk, numb and disconnected. It took a few moments' silence before she tried to instigate some explanation for herself.
]

Did you expect me to rejoice in my circumstances?
forcevisions: (they got you on the run)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-06-06 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
It wouldn't have been more difficult if I'd succeeded.

[ If she'd had the gall to go through with it. Those words, she can't say; she's too ashamed of herself for her failure. It's too fresh. She draws her legs up onto the bunk in front of her, curling up like a scolded child. ]

I'd have been out the window and gone.

[ Broken something, maybe. Her shoulder would certainly be worse for wear. She'd survived worse than this. Much worse. She has the scars to show for it, and it's a miracle of mercy that he doesn't have that he hasn't seen them firsthand to know that. She can't bring herself to trust that mercy because it's so at odds with everything else she has seen. So tenuous.

Or maybe they would have found and killed her, and then it would be over too. She had failed to do that for herself too.
]
forcevisions: (it was the fourth of july)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-06-06 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ The warning sinks in. This time, and not any of the others, because she has seen it firsthand. Even given the chance, she does not have it in her to do what is necessary to get herself away. She's seen her failure. It's threatening the fleeting hope that she had managed to cling to after all this time.

She stares at him, resolve and disappointment writ plainly across her face alongside the grudge she bears against him. He is in some ways a kinder captor than Unkar Plutt, but she will not forget what he represents. There is still Skywalker to consider.
]

I have a name. [ She snaps this because it's the only reply she has. Plutt called her 'girl.' Plutt treated her like property. ] And I don't think you're my best shot of anything. You're a traitor. [ This is a bold accusation in the dead of night, but there's no use holding back anymore. She'd tried to kill him. Calling him a traitor to his king is nothing next to that. ] If I get caught with you, I'll burn with you. And when the King learns of it, he'll give you nothing. I'll never see Dorne or my parents or anything you've offered me.
forcevisions: (i've been breaking hearts a long time)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-06-06 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey. [ She churns it out before begrudgingly adding what will only confirm an assumption, in her experience — ] Sand.

[ With that out of the way, she digs her teeth back into the technicality he clings to. Why? She still can't puzzle it out, can't make sense of him. He had gone to a lot of effort to become the King's dog, as she understood it. Why risk throwing it away because he could not wait for further orders? ]

Getting out to sea to find Skywalker won't help me get back to Dorne to — [ She bites down on her tongue, caught in a paradox of her own frustration with the way her frustration at him has loosened her tongue. What she's really getting at, instead: ] You can't promise to deliver anything except a chance to watch you die on our return.

[ She could stay in Essos, but considering the allowances made for slavery there, she's sure she'd never buy out her contract and get to Dorne. At least in the Saltpans, she had the illusion of a chance promised by Plutt. ]

What are you getting out of this? Why not help me if you have such disdain for the King's orders? We could bring Skywalker back. [ It's a long shot. Rey feels stupid even putting it out there. But he isn't denying his intent to betray Snoke, and isn't that the same thing House Organa is doing? Rebellion is rebellion. ] House Organa would protect us.

[ It demonstrates shocking naiveté for a girl who had to grow up in the Saltpans, a slave in all but name. That things would be so simple. But there's conviction there — she believes this fairytale of the good rebels and the evil king. It comforts her. ]
forcevisions: (and strike a violent pose)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-06-06 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That he calls them fantasies brings a stinging sensation to her eyes. Mostly because she knows it to be true. She means nothing to any of them. To anyone. She could get swallowed up in the Narrow Sea and no one would ever know her name. No one but Ren, and to him, she was no more than the map she'd seen. ]

What work? It's not your King's work.

[ Always his king, never 'the' king. Perhaps the result of a child whose early years were spent in Dorne. Perhaps just a good measure of how the lowborn feel about Snoke. ]

Why are you chasing Skywalker if not for him? If you want me to bring you to him, at least tell me that.
forcevisions: (when you can't fall asleep)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-06-06 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm going to be miserable tomorrow either way.

[ But despite grumbling this, she lies down on the bed, facing him. He's right, of course. It will be much worse if she hasn't slept. She doesn't have to have ridden on a ship before (sailed?) to know that. Were she with anyone else, she might have been up all night with excitement for the newness of it.

But she is with Kylo Ren. And she has failed to kill him. And so it is grief and regret and misery that keep her awake for another half hour starting at him across the narrow swatch of moonlight that comes through the window before sleep finally comes.
]
forcevisions: (don't blame your death)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-06-09 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Though groggy — or perhaps because her mind is slow to rouse — Rey does not flinch away from the touch on her shoulder. Rather, it seems to bring her some comfort, despite touching her wounded shoulder. In sleep, her expression is softer, and it stays peaceful even as her light snoring cuts off and her eyes open to fix on his face.

He's close. Looming over her, but not as broad in figure as she has come to think of him. She pushes herself up slowly, the silence keeping her suspended as though still halfway in dream. She can't put her finger on why the bleak hours of morning in Storm's End, with the light barely visible through the dreary weather, persists in surreality for her. Only that it does.

Until her eyes land on his armor, still piled before the door.
]

What's wrong?

[ She can feel it. In the past, he had only approached her the moment of their departure, expecting immediate obedience. This demands preparation out of her. And the eerie tension lingers at the edges of her awareness. For that reason, her question comes out in a whisper. ]

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