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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: (with the black banners raised)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
It's my chair.

[ said to the tune of, "I can come here for it if I want." hell, it's her galaxy.

her eyes rivet briefly to where his palm had settled against the throne, as though concerned now that he might have done something to it. that he might be plotting something.

thrawn said this paranoia was the burden of every ruler. searching for enemies where there were none. she could not succumb to it. it was a new shape of the dark side, one she had never possessed enough power to brush up against before.
]

All I feel is ghosts, Ren.

[ it comes easier to her to call him this, now, than kylo or ben. some hybrid. some middle ground, as she is. she has felt the presence haunting this place, as though it were an ache aggravated across time. sorrow. and ... something else. ]

Their time is over. And ours has only just begun.
forcevisions: (so friday night)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ they aren't her concern, of course. he is. but his willingness to back down puts her at some kind of ease, and she reaches to accept his hand. kylo ren has never been a man excessive in his affection, and so she can only guess that this contact anchors him as much as it brings her back down to the roots of it.

this. balance.

she walks with him, a cape pale as bone dusting the ground behind her.
]

Being here makes you uneasy.

[ even now she's no good at anything but the direct path. she's been told that it has been charming, refreshing, to some of the leadership. and morbidly rude to others. it's a work in progress. ]

Are you feeling sorry for yourself?
forcevisions: (now you're here it's been so long)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ she releases his hand only to bring her hand up to his face. it's a cradling, gentle gesture. she delves the bond, only barely dipping beneath the surface. ]

Yes.

[ it's a correction. brutally made, perhaps. ]

You can't hide it from me. [ she brushes her thumb over the curve of his cheekbone. ] Why are you trying?
forcevisions: (told me that i was nothing)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
I did this for you. This is what you wanted.

[ a hint at the edge of her voice sounds ... wounded. it seems a distant, girlish thing now, that motive. she had believed she could change him. that something was still in there of ben solo, that it was as simple as pulling him back into the light.

it wasn't. it would never be so easy, and it would never be him that could right the wrongs in this galaxy. not when he had created so many of them himself.
]

And this place ... was a gift. Your family comes from Theed. [ and she turns then to look back through the open window, the sun casting a warm glow over the lake in view. ] I brought you back here a conqueror. You should be happy.
Edited 2018-01-23 04:31 (UTC)
forcevisions: (we coulda got so high)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Don't.

[ she draws up closer to him, her free hand raising to tug at the front of his tunic, drawing him down to her. she doesn't reach up for him anymore. she hasn't in some time. all it takes is a touch to bring him to her level, now.

this is what she wanted, too. and still it doesn't satisfy. it isn't how she wanted it.
]

No one else is here. [ she lowers her voice to a hushed sound. ] Call me by my name.
forcevisions: (no i don't like you.)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this is better. she can feel him responding to her, as though he's come awake again. as if some piece of him is still in there. she misses the challenge and the fire and the—

having an equal.

that's what it is.

she studies him as he moves to embrace her, not with reproach, but with unguarded curiosity. with him she tries not to be on her guard, even if he does not feel the same. she'd never gotten him to feel the same. the ease with which she exposes herself to him, he does not share. he has just transitioned — withholding one pain instead of another. after some silence, she stops reaching and just asks.
]

Do you hate me?

[ she sounds ready to accept it, not punish him. after all, he had wanted this for himself. she was meant to be the one at his side. but that would never have worked. he had never had it in him. ]
forcevisions: (it's all inside you now)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
But you hate the power that I hold over you.

[ is that right? no, not quite. ]

Or ... maybe you don't know yet.

[ this thing, their empire, was in its infancy yet. a shaky thing. breakable. if she could not maintain the relationships it had been built on, it would crumble. that much she was certain of. she needed them to anchor her in what she had once been, lest the power corrupt her into everything poe had feared she already was. ]
forcevisions: (we coulda got so high)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not Snoke.

[ yes. that's very apparent from the fact that she leans in so close to his face that they're exchanging breath at this point. no. there's a warmth between them that the dark side alone could never create. it stirs now, in the bond. ]

He's gone. You have nothing to fear, anymore.

[ and that's really the crux of it. their fears, luke and snoke alike, had been eliminated from the galaxy. this should be a victory, but for the fact that they are both held back by the people those fears made them into. ]
forcevisions: (i wish i knew you when i was young)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the ability to sense his intent as clearly as she can — not just the usual anticipation that the force provides, but really see it in him before it happens — means she's never surprised when he sweeps into this anymore. it lacks mystery and uncertainty, but it also leaves her feeling ... full. content.

she knows she has him, beyond the shadow of doubt, and that's something better.

her eyes drift shut — they were halfway there already — and she tightens her grip on the front of his tunic, pulling him in by it. if anything were going to chase off the ghosts, it'd be this. she whines into his mouth, her other hand pushing up into his hair. without hesitation she melts against him, finding familiar footing in this embrace.

the road had been ugly, and they'd lost pieces of themselves along the way, parts had come loose, but for this ... she would do all of it again.
]
forcevisions: (baby i got mine)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her teeth tease his lower lip. she may wear all the decorations of a regent, but she is still the feral animal she has always been, made comfortable in a life that does not really belong to her. when he opens up to her, she devours him, as though she had only been waiting for permission.

it is not an antidote to his pain, only a suppressant, but it will serve.

rey reaches up from his tunic to unclasp his cape, letting it gather on the ground around him with that sturdy thump of heavy material. it says what they aren't. what the silent space between them has implied from the moment he took her hand to guide her to this spot. there is one thing which they can always offer one another.

she starts to lean back onto the wide desk in front of the theed throne, but her own cape catches, pulls her shoulders back. a grunt comes out. she's still not used to it. it goes too.
]
forcevisions: (we coulda got so high)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-24 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ a thousand tacitly exchanged feelings and thoughts make acting upon their passion a seamless enterprise. even their breath rises and falls together. it happens automatically, slipping into the comfort provided by the bond. it should feel tainted, somehow, knowing that snoke was the one who had bridged the gap, to turn this potential they had into something so all-consuming, but ...

it doesn't.

his influence cannot negate the comfort and belonging that it brought. with her skirts around her thighs, rey circles him in her legs and pulls his hips flush to hers. he's warm and sturdy there between her thighs in a way that feels like home. a scant familiarity in a strange world.

she catches his mouth in a kiss, then turns her chin up and guides him to her throat. this has always been the way of it, for them. instructive — that's a cold word for it. but a willingness to hear and meet the other's needs.

this need comes through clear as day, drowning out the doubts and fears and insecurities that threaten to drown them in distance. she needs him. needs him to show that even if this is all wrong, they are not. that he can be satisfied as long as he just has her, just as she stumbles blindly through this with him as her anchor.

leveraging the hitch of her legs around him, rey bucks her hips up against his, savoring the way the friction both satisfies and exacerbates her slow-building fever. her hands drift down to his belt to continue their work undressing him. it is a brazen confidence that allows her to no longer fear intrusion upon this, or perhaps more importantly, to know that such an intrusion would not stop or humiliate her or demand explanation. not anymore.
]
forcevisions: (so friday night)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-24 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
I know what you want.

[ she ducks her head to whisper it into his ear as he reaches the tendons of her throat and the protrusion of her collarbone. though she can't see, she can feel — what he feels, too. not just the awareness of her fingers fumbling to unclasp the belt around his tunic and then pull it up, out of the way of his waistband and pants. (she doesn't bother to pull his tunic off here and now — there's a franticness about this that she does not want to lose.) but ... a stirring, too. heat. desire.

that unfulfilled promise lingers between them. maybe he doesn't hate her. maybe he doesn't know what he feels about all of this yet. but he has been holding back. perhaps it's not about want, then, but need, visceral and consuming, to let that out.

his tunic belt clatters to the ground, pushed off the desk by her elbow as she gets the waistband of his pants open. her hands plant on the curve of his waist and slide down inside the loose top of his pants to settle at his hips and squeeze. she ruts against him again.
]

Don't hold back on me.

[ there is, of course, no need for speech between them. that she groans this out is then ostensibly so that he can hear this almost plea on her lips. ]

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