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.
[ His smile is disgusting and he should feel bad. No, really, the twitch of her lips looks almost like she might be sick looking at it. She doesn't know what else to do. She's not used to people smiling at her, and it's not the first time he's done it. Especially on the heels of a declaration like that, she flounders over it.
It weakens, but he doesn't have the good sense to wipe it away entirely, and so Kira sputters for a short moment, trying to figure out what to do about that. The answer is nothing. Nothing. ]
It's your ship. [ She looks away in a huff. ] I'm not soft. I've slept on worse.
[Her floundering is palpable, somehow, though he didn't need any intuition after she pointedly looks away from him. It does not cure the nasty urge to press her -- in fact, it makes it worse. So much worse.
So, like a true Solo, he hoists himself out of the chair to close the distance, leaning smartly against the top of it to loom over Kira instead. It doesn't quite trap her in the corner, but it makes it much harder to avoid looking at him.]
[ Usually she stands and carries herself like she's taller than him, despite the considerable disparity, but when he looms like that, she appears to shrink and wither, as though she were a star collapsing onto itself. He's just too karking close. If he were anyone else she'd close her fist and cut off his windpipe and be done with it, but —
She doesn't want to. It's that simple, just as he had put it. But she does feel panic clawing its way up her throat, shortening her breath. Her pupils narrow to pinpricks as fear constricts them, her pulse roaring in her ears as her heart picks up.
She reaches back to grab onto the copilot's chair to steady herself, jaw set. Worse than his proximity is the question. He is trying to drag out her vulnerability. It had not been an offer. She flounders for a way to discourage him. ]
Sith temples are built of stone. My master sent me to one to build my lightsaber.
[ She was cold and alone and barely thirteen years old then. She leaves those details out. They are too critical to how unpleasant it had been. ]
The floor is nothing. [ Her voice sounds thick and unfamiliar to her. ] Sleep in your bunk.
[He listens, and watches her reaction. At this point, he is just trying to get a rise out of her. Maybe she will pick up on that -- maybe she won't.
But Ben's lips stretch into a playful smirk. She makes it far too easy -- he can't remember the last time he's actually had someone drag their reaction out for this long.
By now, he is used to being left behind -- or slapped. He'd almost be ok with a slap from Kira. He may or may not be thinking about how to get it from her.]
[ The greatest problem here is that while she feels panicked over not knowing what to do about him in her space, she also doesn't particularly want him to leave it. But the smirk draws her attention to the fact that this feels less than genuine, and that opens the barn doors on her rage.
Unfortunately she doesn't reach to slap him. She just shoves him bodily back at the pilot's chair, snarling. ]
Fine. [ She tries to straighten up and gather her composure back, but she's red-faced still from the proximity. ] It doesn't matter to me what you do.
[He is not particularly well balanced, so her shove works handily. He's almost disappointed, but at the same time, he'd gotten what he wanted. He can spot the red in her cheeks -- even if her snarl makes his heart flutter and drop nervously into his stomach.]
You don't need to prove anything to me. And you don't have to sleep on the floor.
[He points this out only after he's found his voice again, and he has to clear his throat at least once to get a hold of it.]
Its a freighter -- built for a crew. There's a padded bench, the pilot chairs ... my bunk.
[ The way he says that is suspect. Kira narrows her eyes, scrutinizing him, which is all for the best because she needs the moment to pull it together and not look so flustered. She's not used to sharing space. She's less used to people willingly getting in her space, even less from those who would test her willingness to commit a murder, and least of all from those who have already experienced pain at her hand. ]
Obviously.
[ She seethes it. She's not going to clarify that she had offered to take the floor so that she could ... sleep in the same room with him. That it ties back to a desire to be around him. Though it stops up her throat, briefly. ]
If you're not going to use it, I plan to.
[ And she slips away from the cockpit then because at least if she goes back to sleep she will be free of this torment. ]
[She might hear him exhale and lift himself out of the creaky pilot's seat to follow her just a few steps after she leaves the room. He doesn't really realize he is doing it until they are half way back into the Falcon.
Then, he stops.]
I mean it though. You're better off with the bed.
[He...sits down on the bench for this, because he expects her to react in a manner that is going to make him regret bring this up. But there was a purpose to this before he decided to be an asshole.]
[ Kira stops in her stride, hesitating, but her countenance doesn't properly change. It's still just as stiff and straight as ever, but she slowly pivots, casting a loathsome glance over her shoulder at him on the bench. The kind of gaze that burns a hole right through him. ]
No.
[ A lie, and a poor one. She does not try to make it sound otherwise. But it's hard and violent and brokers no further questioning on the subject matter. Then she turns back around and carries on into the corridor towards his bed. ]
[ 'Liar' hangs over her as she disappears into the crew cabin, gathering the blanket and the book and her saber and trying to ignore the fact that she has outright nested in his bed like a lost bird. It is not the worst thing she has been called; not even the worst thing he has called her. But it stings because he has caught her, spotted the chink in her armor and sought to exploit it.
She burrows under the weighted blanket, and under the rest of his bedding, only once she has tucked the lightsaber and book away where they won't disrupt her sleep. The smell of his pillow only makes his presence linger in worse and more obvious ways. She wrestles with that, tossing and turning with no way to get comfortable. The nightmares wait at the edges of her mind as if he has summoned them.
She rolls flat onto her back and stares up at the ceiling. The weight of the blanket only makes her feel claustrophobic. The ambience of his stirring and chattering, as annoying as she claims him to be, has been helping to dispel the unease lingering in the back of her mind. It descends now unchecked, hideous memories and intrusive thoughts she can't fight.
Out of sheer stubbornness she presses her eyes shut and buries her face in his pillow and bites down her rage.
Kira should not be here. She should have gone back to Snoke, should have flown them all the way to that fake base and taken the punishment she was given. Now she's a fugitive tied at the end of a string. It is only a matter of time before her Master comes calling, and she will suffer worse for indulging this. She should be able to hate Snoke for that, but instead she finds the fury channeled toward Ben Solo for daring to seduce her to entertaining it in the first place.
Eventually anger brings her the calm necessary to fall into a fitful sleep. ]
[Ben doesn’t plan to fall asleep where he is, but he ges trapped in a loop of thought quite easily. If he ran to Wild Space with Kira, would Snoke really come after them? He doesn’t believe for ine second that Kira is as important to Snoke as she seems to think she is. Would be abandon the war just to chase down his apprentice and a cheeky smuggler? He doesn’t imagine so — but if he did...
Well, he might have just single handedlt saved the Republic. For a time, anyway.
He shakes himself out of that train of thought. That was his mother’s war, not his. But before he can get a good grip on it, he drifts off to sleep himself. But his sleep isn’t quite so pleasant this time.
The night is filled with darkness, a room where he is alone and isolated and where he can see nothing and only hear some whispers that he cannot make sense of. They feel far away — like they don’t beling to him at all. He tries to follow them anyway when curiousity gets the better of his dream-self. It isn’t long before he feels as if he is standing on top of the source of the whispers—but still, there is nothing there.
[ It's Kira's voice, or a strange variant of it. It's higher and nasaly. Which makes sense because it seems to belong to the child belong him, wearing a cream-colored rag of a frock and her hair messily tangled in three buns. She looks skinny. Bones jutting out in places they shouldn't, skin not just dirty but dark with bruises. The sound of some beast growling seems to quake the very ground under their feet for how deep and low and threatening it is.
The girl — Kira? — flinches and looks behind her, as though to look out for some nasty thing chasing her. She hastens towards Ben then and takes him by the hand. ]
He'll find you.
[ There's a hoarse warning in her voice, a child's stage whisper, that is nonetheless tense and sounds a lot like she has been trying to hide him. ]
[The appearance of a child fills him with dread, moreso the state she seems to be in. A conscious part of him understands that he can't possibly be awake at the present and yet -- everything feels so real. There is a weight to the small girl's hand when it wraps around a few of his fingers -- it is much to small to encompass any significant portion.
He stares dumbly in the direction of the growl, but allows himself to be tugged nonetheless.]
This--what's going on?
[There is a mixture of fear and anger in his voice. Why is he seeing this girl -- Rey? Kira? He can't even tell anymore. What are they running from, and -- why? Like this?
He'll find you echoes again in the back of his head. If this was Kira, could she be talking about Snoke?]
[ Unfortunately, though Kira begins to lead him off opposite the direction (inasmuch as such a shadowy nothingness can have direction), the growling sound appears to exist everywhere at once. It does not seem to get any closer or further away no matter how they move.
Despite this, the landscape begins to solidify around them, as if emerging from within some thick black fog. It's not a place anyone would want to visit, however. Rolling dunes start to swallow their feet, sand sloughing off with every step. Though Ben probably hasn't been to Jakku before — why would anyone go to Jakku? — he would be able to feel the sudden powerful certainty that this is where she was when 'he' found her.
And that it therefore is not being 'his' reach. ]
Yes, he can. [ Kira corrects him with all the stubbornness a child can possess. ] He's everywhere.
[ Here, at least. He is everywhere here, in her mind, because nothing is barred to him. He wormed his way into the deepest, darkest parts — a shadow to linger in perpetuity. ]
[If Ben is being honest, he's a little freaked out right now. The growling is awful, it feels like someone breathing down the back of his neck, and he shuts his eyes to try and drown it all out -- but little Kira's hand is still holding onto him and grounding him there.
When he opens his eyes again, it stops briefly. Long enough to look down at the small, frail girl.]
Lots of things are everywhere.
[He's mostly babbling to try and reassure himself. Kira doesn't scare him, especially not like this -- but that growling does. It is familiar, and calls to some long buried piece of him.]
[ Put simply. It's all the explanation that she offers. It should, in her opinion, convey everything. This place is a reflection of her mind, and he made her, so he has access to all of it. Obviously. It's math.
The sunlight never cuts through the shadows, so they're left on what looks like Jakku at night, an enormous metal monolith hulking out of the sand. The growling grows louder and closer as they scurry across the landscape, bringing with it a claustrophobic feeling that some monster is closing its jaws around them. It's around this time that Kira stops. ]
It's too late. He knows. There's nowhere to hide you.
[ Except for that big ol' AT-AT in the sand. But Kira won't look at it?? For some reason. ]
[His heart beats faster until he feels it seize painfully in fear. That is what gets him to stop blindly allowing Kira to drag him toward the monolith. When he turns back around, there is only darkness behind them, shielding the horizon. The only way seems to be forward toward the monster--
Until he spots the dull gleam of the AT-AT. Instinct yanks him toward it with all of his being.]
Here--
[Now he finally takes the smaller girl's hand and turns her to seek refuge in the walker.]
[ It's a sputter at first as she stumbles along with his tug.
Then the heels of her boots dig into the sand, gouging it, leaving deep valleys. And she yanks at his grip and tries to pull her hand back and fights and scrapes to wrest herself from his grip with all the ferocity of someone who is being burned simply by getting closer to it. ]
No! No, you can't! Don't go in there.
[ The closer they get, the more her distress increases, the pitch of her voice peaking. It brings the growling closer, like her pain and misery is a siren to summon the monster. ]
[He says her name without thinking -- it comes to his tongue in the same frantic way she shouts her panic.]
There's nowhere else. We have to go.
[The creature is nearly on top of them, and Ben decides he has to act fast. Something is wrong here, so very very wrong. And regardless of all her fighting, he quickly scoops her up in his arms, locking his elbows as tight as he can so she cannot kick or squirm free, and beelines for the entrance.]
[ She foregoes words from there, howling and screaming her way into the felled walker. It is darker there, musty, and it reeks of something sweet and charred. Kira reaches out to grab onto the entrance, her fingers scrabbling at the opening, bruising with the effort of resisting him.
But she is not a Sith assassin. She's just a child. The fight barely lasts a moment before she is pulled in with him, and at that moment, the door slams shut. She does not give up on throwing her fit.
The inner space has been made up into a home for one. A single hot plate, a cot that is worn beyond reasonable use, a withered flower, and tally after tally on the wall. A faint light illuminates it all, the yellow emergency light. Beneath it, beyond the half-table at which this hovel's occupant had once eaten, there is something else.
It would not be fair to say they looked human anymore. What lays there in the middle of the floor is charred beyond recognition, more ash and crisped leather than matter. ]
He hadn't expected to find anything happy inside. But the growling sound has dimmed some, and Ben is unsure if that is due to where they are or for some other nebulous reason. He doesn't care. This is all still a dream, as far as he is concerned.
He is promptly knocked out of his state by a stray punch in the jaw, to which he grunts and swaps his grip to better hold her to his chest.]
Stop it--cut it out. HEY.
[He eventually gets his giant arms around her in a way that smothers all movement.]
[ Once he gets her arms pinned, there's really no hope left for clambering away. Kira puts a solid effort towards thrashing, but she doesn't get anywhere, so she settles on simply straining at his grip, turning her face hard away from the morbid mess on the floor. Her shoulders twist uselessly, and after a few moments, she's clearly sniffing back tears. ]
[He can’t help his sudden protective instinct, allowing her to turn away from the side and hide in his chest. But Ben — Ben is looking aroubd. It isn’t hard for him to ubderstand what he is seeing, and it subconsciously makes him hug the small girl just a little tighter.
He doesn’t completely understand — but he can sympathize. The mess brings up unpleasant memories of his father, but he has gotten good at shoving them downward. Instead, he slowly sinks to the floor, arms still wrapped around Kira’s smaller form.]
It’s ok.
[His voice cracks slightly as his eyes spot the tally marks. How long had she been alone? What was this dream trying to tell him?]
[ It's alien to her, being held. For a moment Kira resists even that, but she gradually melts and collapses into him, letting the sobs shake her. Tiny hands cling onto him, and she buries her face in his shoulder. It's only after some time that she says. ]
They tried to leave me.
[ Without leaving much room for what that means in this context, there's a sudden and horrible feeling of being combed through, sifted and picked apart, and the growl returns with a sudden snarl of, 'Solo.'
Like it's familiar, like it is begrudged. Rey's head snaps to look up, suddenly anticipating. ]
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It weakens, but he doesn't have the good sense to wipe it away entirely, and so Kira sputters for a short moment, trying to figure out what to do about that. The answer is nothing. Nothing. ]
It's your ship. [ She looks away in a huff. ] I'm not soft. I've slept on worse.
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[Her floundering is palpable, somehow, though he didn't need any intuition after she pointedly looks away from him. It does not cure the nasty urge to press her -- in fact, it makes it worse. So much worse.
So, like a true Solo, he hoists himself out of the chair to close the distance, leaning smartly against the top of it to loom over Kira instead. It doesn't quite trap her in the corner, but it makes it much harder to avoid looking at him.]
How much worse?
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She doesn't want to. It's that simple, just as he had put it. But she does feel panic clawing its way up her throat, shortening her breath. Her pupils narrow to pinpricks as fear constricts them, her pulse roaring in her ears as her heart picks up.
She reaches back to grab onto the copilot's chair to steady herself, jaw set. Worse than his proximity is the question. He is trying to drag out her vulnerability. It had not been an offer. She flounders for a way to discourage him. ]
Sith temples are built of stone. My master sent me to one to build my lightsaber.
[ She was cold and alone and barely thirteen years old then. She leaves those details out. They are too critical to how unpleasant it had been. ]
The floor is nothing. [ Her voice sounds thick and unfamiliar to her. ] Sleep in your bunk.
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But Ben's lips stretch into a playful smirk. She makes it far too easy -- he can't remember the last time he's actually had someone drag their reaction out for this long.
By now, he is used to being left behind -- or slapped. He'd almost be ok with a slap from Kira. He may or may not be thinking about how to get it from her.]
No. I don't think I will.
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Unfortunately she doesn't reach to slap him. She just shoves him bodily back at the pilot's chair, snarling. ]
Fine. [ She tries to straighten up and gather her composure back, but she's red-faced still from the proximity. ] It doesn't matter to me what you do.
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You don't need to prove anything to me. And you don't have to sleep on the floor.
[He points this out only after he's found his voice again, and he has to clear his throat at least once to get a hold of it.]
Its a freighter -- built for a crew. There's a padded bench, the pilot chairs ... my bunk.
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Obviously.
[ She seethes it. She's not going to clarify that she had offered to take the floor so that she could ... sleep in the same room with him. That it ties back to a desire to be around him. Though it stops up her throat, briefly. ]
If you're not going to use it, I plan to.
[ And she slips away from the cockpit then because at least if she goes back to sleep she will be free of this torment. ]
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[She might hear him exhale and lift himself out of the creaky pilot's seat to follow her just a few steps after she leaves the room. He doesn't really realize he is doing it until they are half way back into the Falcon.
Then, he stops.]
I mean it though. You're better off with the bed.
[He...sits down on the bench for this, because he expects her to react in a manner that is going to make him regret bring this up. But there was a purpose to this before he decided to be an asshole.]
You were tossing a lot earlier. Nightmares?
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No.
[ A lie, and a poor one. She does not try to make it sound otherwise. But it's hard and violent and brokers no further questioning on the subject matter. Then she turns back around and carries on into the corridor towards his bed. ]
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[Yeah there's. Nothing to stop that. Even as he says it, he mentally slaps his own face. Idiot.
Time to play it off and stretch out on the bench.]
I'm taking off when the ship's ready whether you're awake or not.
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She burrows under the weighted blanket, and under the rest of his bedding, only once she has tucked the lightsaber and book away where they won't disrupt her sleep. The smell of his pillow only makes his presence linger in worse and more obvious ways. She wrestles with that, tossing and turning with no way to get comfortable. The nightmares wait at the edges of her mind as if he has summoned them.
She rolls flat onto her back and stares up at the ceiling. The weight of the blanket only makes her feel claustrophobic. The ambience of his stirring and chattering, as annoying as she claims him to be, has been helping to dispel the unease lingering in the back of her mind. It descends now unchecked, hideous memories and intrusive thoughts she can't fight.
Out of sheer stubbornness she presses her eyes shut and buries her face in his pillow and bites down her rage.
Kira should not be here. She should have gone back to Snoke, should have flown them all the way to that fake base and taken the punishment she was given. Now she's a fugitive tied at the end of a string. It is only a matter of time before her Master comes calling, and she will suffer worse for indulging this. She should be able to hate Snoke for that, but instead she finds the fury channeled toward Ben Solo for daring to seduce her to entertaining it in the first place.
Eventually anger brings her the calm necessary to fall into a fitful sleep. ]
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Well, he might have just single handedlt saved the Republic. For a time, anyway.
He shakes himself out of that train of thought. That was his mother’s war, not his. But before he can get a good grip on it, he drifts off to sleep himself. But his sleep isn’t quite so pleasant this time.
The night is filled with darkness, a room where he is alone and isolated and where he can see nothing and only hear some whispers that he cannot make sense of. They feel far away — like they don’t beling to him at all. He tries to follow them anyway when curiousity gets the better of his dream-self. It isn’t long before he feels as if he is standing on top of the source of the whispers—but still, there is nothing there.
He can make out one word, and he echoes it.]
—Rey?
child abuse warnings ig? ? ?
[ It's Kira's voice, or a strange variant of it. It's higher and nasaly. Which makes sense because it seems to belong to the child belong him, wearing a cream-colored rag of a frock and her hair messily tangled in three buns. She looks skinny. Bones jutting out in places they shouldn't, skin not just dirty but dark with bruises. The sound of some beast growling seems to quake the very ground under their feet for how deep and low and threatening it is.
The girl — Kira? — flinches and looks behind her, as though to look out for some nasty thing chasing her. She hastens towards Ben then and takes him by the hand. ]
He'll find you.
[ There's a hoarse warning in her voice, a child's stage whisper, that is nonetheless tense and sounds a lot like she has been trying to hide him. ]
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He stares dumbly in the direction of the growl, but allows himself to be tugged nonetheless.]
This--what's going on?
[There is a mixture of fear and anger in his voice. Why is he seeing this girl -- Rey? Kira? He can't even tell anymore. What are they running from, and -- why? Like this?
He'll find you echoes again in the back of his head. If this was Kira, could she be talking about Snoke?]
He can't find us where we are.
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Despite this, the landscape begins to solidify around them, as if emerging from within some thick black fog. It's not a place anyone would want to visit, however. Rolling dunes start to swallow their feet, sand sloughing off with every step. Though Ben probably hasn't been to Jakku before — why would anyone go to Jakku? — he would be able to feel the sudden powerful certainty that this is where she was when 'he' found her.
And that it therefore is not being 'his' reach. ]
Yes, he can. [ Kira corrects him with all the stubbornness a child can possess. ] He's everywhere.
[ Here, at least. He is everywhere here, in her mind, because nothing is barred to him. He wormed his way into the deepest, darkest parts — a shadow to linger in perpetuity. ]
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When he opens his eyes again, it stops briefly. Long enough to look down at the small, frail girl.]
Lots of things are everywhere.
[He's mostly babbling to try and reassure himself. Kira doesn't scare him, especially not like this -- but that growling does. It is familiar, and calls to some long buried piece of him.]
What's so special about him?
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[ Put simply. It's all the explanation that she offers. It should, in her opinion, convey everything. This place is a reflection of her mind, and he made her, so he has access to all of it. Obviously. It's math.
The sunlight never cuts through the shadows, so they're left on what looks like Jakku at night, an enormous metal monolith hulking out of the sand. The growling grows louder and closer as they scurry across the landscape, bringing with it a claustrophobic feeling that some monster is closing its jaws around them. It's around this time that Kira stops. ]
It's too late. He knows. There's nowhere to hide you.
[ Except for that big ol' AT-AT in the sand. But Kira won't look at it?? For some reason. ]
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Until he spots the dull gleam of the AT-AT. Instinct yanks him toward it with all of his being.]
Here--
[Now he finally takes the smaller girl's hand and turns her to seek refuge in the walker.]
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[ It's a sputter at first as she stumbles along with his tug.
Then the heels of her boots dig into the sand, gouging it, leaving deep valleys. And she yanks at his grip and tries to pull her hand back and fights and scrapes to wrest herself from his grip with all the ferocity of someone who is being burned simply by getting closer to it. ]
No! No, you can't! Don't go in there.
[ The closer they get, the more her distress increases, the pitch of her voice peaking. It brings the growling closer, like her pain and misery is a siren to summon the monster. ]
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[He says her name without thinking -- it comes to his tongue in the same frantic way she shouts her panic.]
There's nowhere else. We have to go.
[The creature is nearly on top of them, and Ben decides he has to act fast. Something is wrong here, so very very wrong. And regardless of all her fighting, he quickly scoops her up in his arms, locking his elbows as tight as he can so she cannot kick or squirm free, and beelines for the entrance.]
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But she is not a Sith assassin. She's just a child. The fight barely lasts a moment before she is pulled in with him, and at that moment, the door slams shut. She does not give up on throwing her fit.
The inner space has been made up into a home for one. A single hot plate, a cot that is worn beyond reasonable use, a withered flower, and tally after tally on the wall. A faint light illuminates it all, the yellow emergency light. Beneath it, beyond the half-table at which this hovel's occupant had once eaten, there is something else.
It would not be fair to say they looked human anymore. What lays there in the middle of the floor is charred beyond recognition, more ash and crisped leather than matter. ]
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He hadn't expected to find anything happy inside. But the growling sound has dimmed some, and Ben is unsure if that is due to where they are or for some other nebulous reason. He doesn't care. This is all still a dream, as far as he is concerned.
He is promptly knocked out of his state by a stray punch in the jaw, to which he grunts and swaps his grip to better hold her to his chest.]
Stop it--cut it out. HEY.
[He eventually gets his giant arms around her in a way that smothers all movement.]
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He doesn’t completely understand — but he can sympathize. The mess brings up unpleasant memories of his father, but he has gotten good at shoving them downward. Instead, he slowly sinks to the floor, arms still wrapped around Kira’s smaller form.]
It’s ok.
[His voice cracks slightly as his eyes spot the tally marks. How long had she been alone? What was this dream trying to tell him?]
It’s going to be ok.
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They tried to leave me.
[ Without leaving much room for what that means in this context, there's a sudden and horrible feeling of being combed through, sifted and picked apart, and the growl returns with a sudden snarl of, 'Solo.'
Like it's familiar, like it is begrudged. Rey's head snaps to look up, suddenly anticipating. ]
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