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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: (the loneliest one)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ for a purpose such as this, she's a lead from the front sort. the door slides open without any clear indication of what she did to make it happen, so it's obvious that she wants to remind him of the power she holds to keep him here.

there's a snappy purpose to her stride, but she's also not moving faster than he can follow in his present (pathetic) state. she had, after all, been the one to reduce him to it. she should be aware of the limitations it poses.

the halls of her shuttle are mostly empty, but for a pair of stormtroopers on patrol and what looks like a low level officer supervising maintenance work. there's little question where the rest are — FN-2187 and his stolen weapons would need their attention.

kira doesn't invite conversation, and her presence dissuades questions and commentary from the others around the shuttle as well. no one even gives them a second glance. it would be an easy getaway. would be. but anyone with a sense of a shuttle's layout would pick up quickly on the fact that she is taking them in the opposite direction of the ramp.
]
forcevisions: (overhead of the aqua blue)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
First Order light cruiser.

[ she says it stiffly, the sort of defensive tone that demands to know why she's being expected to speak at all. perhaps once he had turned, she'd take him through the hangar bay where the TIE complement was docked. ben may be an idiot, but he was a clever pilot. he had to be, to have evaded them this long.

and he's right to compliment it. the cruiser is almost as spacious as its civilian equivalents despite the compacting that had to be done to outfit it with the weapons systems necessary to combat the resistance. but it's not so spacious that this conversation needs to drag out excessively long.

they reach the crew quarters soon. the cruiser runs a relatively small crew, but not so small that there aren't bunks built on top of each other in most of the rooms. most, but not all. she leads the way to the back of it and punches a code in beside one of the far doors.

it slides open. it's lived in, but still clean enough that it might have been fresh off the assembly line not so long ago. possessions are sparse, none of them giving notable personality to the room. a datapad here. a spanner there. she gestures for him to go in. it's not a real bedroom, of course. the bunk is built into the back wall. but there's a small bench and a desk-sized table.
]
forcevisions: (i don't like your kingdom keys)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Given your reputation, it's better that we keep you under closer guard overnight anyway.

[ he may not be smart, but at least he has social skills. it becomes readily apparent that kira, however, does not, as she follows him into the cramped space. even with nearly a foot of height difference between them — less with the way he slouches in exhaustion — she still manages to seem … big, crowding into his space like this. the very fact that she chooses to occupy this space with him forces him to shuffle closer towards the bed.

the door shuts behind her.
]

You can sleep here. [ she takes a seat at that little table and grabs for the datapad. turning it on makes it apparent that it … is hers. go figure, there aren't just spare rooms on a light cruiser. this time, it's an order: ] Sleep. We can continue after you've rested.

[ :) ]
forcevisions: (two strangers in the bright light)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a pair of dark eyes lift from the datapad screen to watch as he strips down in front of her, paying careful and unblinking attention to his movements. is he surprised that he hasn't had his weapon returned to him? she almost laughs.

when he has apparently finished, she gives him a final once over. more comfortable than the interrogation chamber, certainly. to consider that it's perhaps for this exact reason that he puts his back to her expects a little too much social awareness from kira. instead, once he has turned away, she looks back down at the datapad.

it's nothing interesting. reports. ancient texts of a dead religion that even snoke does not follow. he's much more interesting, but if she were to reach out now, he would feel it. so instead she keeps herself open, listening for his breath and his pulse and feeling how the force moves around him.

she'll be able to feel it, when he falls asleep. and then it will be for only her to know why she had brought him here in the first place instead of leaving him in that interrogation chamber to howl and complain.
]
forcevisions: (tired of all these cameras flashing)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she gives it time, after he slips into consciousness. a part of her is not convinced, not fully, that the signs in the force are accurate, or that he isn't manipulating them at least. she doesn't want to fall into some trap.

but after a few minutes of solid, quiet breathing, she lowers her datapad back to the table and watches him. yes. he's out.

she rises from her seat and approaches the bunk, a looming shadow that blots out the blue light of the datapad across the cramped space. he's curled on himself — a habit or necessity because her bunk is so short, she can't tell, but despite it there's a deceptive peacefulness about him. without his mouth running, what she can make out of his face looks soft. younger.

she almost reaches out to touch him, but her fingertips stop just short of his cheek. if she wakes him, what's been the point of any of this?

instead she settles into a sitting position on the edge of the bunk, tightly restrained to keep from touching him. there's room for space jesus here, even if there's not much room in the cabin in general. she lets her palm hover at his temple, inches away, and she shuts her eyes, skimming just the surface of his dreams.
]
forcevisions: (we can share my mood)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there is peace on chandrila. (well, in his mind, there is. not anymore; in the place of peace, there is order.) she sinks into it, and there is something profane in the fact that she indulges herself in this. the thrill of the forbidden entices her to further exploration.

this was not what snoke had commanded her to do. once she had believed that she could do nothing outside of his control, outside of his anticipation and awareness, but how could he have foreseen this? her fascination with ben is —

dangerous. some might say traitorous.

still she lets herself open up to the warmth of the sun and the ambient sounds. the seat of the new republic hides its dark edges, where rey had been raised. this—

it's gone. in an instant. instead she has the warmth of a mother. what she had come for, ostensibly, and yet it lasts only a short time. then there is fear and escape and … well, no. that's not true is it? this is all the complexity of what that warmth represents. the warmth is only the pleasant presentation. this is the dark edges. priorities and sacrifices and

kira resurfaces, gasping for breath, sweat beaded on her forehead, rolling down her face. she pulls her hand back from him, staring down at ben and feeling … conflicted?

organa had sent him away too. in a different way than rey's parents had — for his sake, not for her own — but it was the same in a way.
]

What have you done?

[ she asks it in a whisper, voice thick with grief and outrage and yes, conflict most of all. she balls her hand into a fist and lets it fall into her lap. she sits there beside him, watching from a mental distance, too afraid to reach back inside.

it would give him too much credit to assume this effect he has on her is deliberate, yet it's undeniable. kira should have — would have, were he anyone else — killed him in that interrogation chamber. spared herself the headache and suffered whatever punishment it earned her gladly because snoke could not be rid of her without a replacement.

eventually she shifts to prop herself up in a sitting position against the wall of the bunk near his feet, one leg propped up on the edge of the bed, the other splayed down over his discarded clothing. she doesn't realize that she passes the night there, because when she closes her eyes to regain some semblance of meditative calm, she loses herself in it, and drifts into a sleep all her own.
]
forcevisions: (just what summer ever meant to you)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ kira is pretty high on the list of predators that should best be left alone while they're sleeping. her startle response involves, in this case, throwing one hand out to pin him against the wall with the force like he's on the rack ready to be flayed alive. her eyes are wide and bright and fearful, rather than furious.

it takes several moments for her to come to the rest of the way, to ease back into full consciousness, and to recognize that it is ben who has stirred her, and not — ah. she releases her grip and lets him sink back to the bed.

hastily, she draws herself up out of it. a little too hastily.
]

Good. You're awake.

[ she doesn't sound like she thinks it's good. she reaches up to touch the collar of her tunic. how long had she slept? she can feel the weight of her lightsaber on her belt, and she hadn't carried his blaster on her anymore, so he couldn't be armed yet. could he? she watches him warily all the same. ]

We can continue.
forcevisions: (i mean i rose up from the dead)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't scare me.

[ the specificity is careful there. not afraid of him, but of something else, maybe. she shoots him a look. ]

Get dressed. [ she's not going to entertain that distraction now, not after what just transpired. ]
forcevisions: (now my neck is open wide)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
That depends on how long you continue to speak.

[ because her temperature is definitely rising. and not in the 'i'd like to see ben solo take his suit jacket back off' kind of way. though with that said— ]

I want to show you something.

[ she opens the door and leads the way out of it, if only to ensure that no one shoots him on sight when he emerges. ]
forcevisions: (you were my versailles at night)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ said flatly, without missing a beat. she leads him down the hallway. what she wants to show him is — well, not in any one part of the ship, really. but she needed to get out of close quarters. it clammed her up and left her feeling …

it left her feeling like she had when she'd touched his memories. conflicted. uncertain.

she'd had to get out of there. her heart is still racing from waking up like that. the trouble with a place like the first order is that the safety he'd shown her in his dream was a foreign concept to her. she'd never had a peaceful night's rest. if someone else was waking her, they were certainly trying to kill her.

until now, at least. she glances at him over her shoulder. surely he didn't have a weapon to her back somehow. he was so hapless, there was no possible way he'd found his way to something before waking her.
]
forcevisions: (oh i hope you don't mind)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she feels him stop.

odd.

her heels click together and she spends a minute wrapped up in her own thoughts before she thinks to turn to him, before he even speaks. why was that? she hadn't reached for him. it wasn't the sound of his pause that drew her, it was a feeling. something …

he asks a question and she turns around, stares him down. what was it? she searches him up and down briefly, then turns the rest of her body fully to face him, making it clear she's going to hear him out.
]
forcevisions: (knew he was a killer)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-26 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
So you'll have a chance to slip away?

[ it probably says a lot that her first instinct is to be like no you're just going to try to leave me.

which, like, he's her prisoner and he should try to leave for sure.

actually on further examination this gut instinct to be like nO, YOU'LL LEAVE ME is pretty embarrassing. so she clams up. glances around, then points back the way they had come.
]

This way. [ to the ramp, that is. ] Stay close to me. [ there's no or else. there doesn't need to be. ]
forcevisions: (i got harder)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-26 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ he almost seems eager to do it. almost. but she is not so easily fooled, and she can feel the source of his joy as surely as she can feel her own conflict and confusion. hope generates this earnestness in him. hope of escape.

he's wrong to hope for it, of course. the more on her guard she is, the less likely he'll be able to slip away from her. but …
]

You'll be searched for weapons before we leave and after we return. [ she glances sidelong at him. ] I'm sure I don't have to tell you that everyone in this town will know you've cooperated with us. No one will harbor you, should you attempt to escape.

[ let's kill that hope right now. ]

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