( By Kylo's estimation, he could be visibly bleeding from the head and Rey's response might ultimately be the same. It might be colored with a little more concern for her own well-being as it now relates to his as a result of this feeble, wavering line that binds them, but he cannot and will not imagine a world in which her solicitude extends to his own health as a separate unity born of some measure of sympathy, never mind the comparatively kind hand that she has shown him since everything went to hell. Or improved, depending on the perspective. As it stands - as Kylo stands, as it were - while the injury to his leg smarts as if teeth had been sunk into it only moments prior, it will endure as well as either one of them will: stubbornly and without pause or reflection that there might be any option otherwise. What other choice do they have, in the end, other than to be fine?
Rey's hand flattens against her side, and he doesn't miss it, nor does he miss the alien pull of pain as if felt from layers of thick wool, pressure through gallons of water, the warmth of skin through a foot of glass. Kylo offers no reaction, no indication that he has noticed, no comment, for once, to contend with the weight of what he knows in direct contrast to what she offers. Which is nothing, though that's hardly a disappointment. Instead, he takes a balanced, measured step toward her, mindful of the distribution of his weight as it relates to the rocky, uneven terrain. )
Delightful. ( He's just as careful to keep any trace of anything from his tone as he is in trekking across the landscape, regardless of whether or not Rey has immediate access to the churning whirl of his anticipation regarding any mention of Organa. One extended meeting has hardly done anything to assuage the argument in his own head he refuses to acknowledge whenever the topic comes up, never mind the consequences of their conversation under the velvety darkness of nightfall only hours before. His neutrality is wasted on the flatness his voice inflects, however. Not even Kylo can pretend to be anything other than absolutely thrilled at the prospect of joining up with the Resistance, the turn of events he and Rey have been following for hours, days, notwithstanding.
He eyes the cable before catching a section of it in his hand, rolling the feel of it between his fingers as if testing for weaknesses. ) How confident are you that it will hold?
( ooc: I just want to drop a more cohesive note and apologize for letting this + everything else dangle. Your last tag actually came the day I was in the ER with my dog who later got diagnosed with lymphoma - the same week my grandmother died lol - so it's been legitimately difficult for me to focus on more than one thing at a time. As a result most nights I am just like I'LL GO TO BED NOW INSTEAD OF DOING ANYTHInG, but hopefully as things stabilize I'll be able to find a rhythm. Just in time for school to begin for you again!! So no worries about getting back to this and I hope today I'll be able to get back to our other thread, too! ♥ )
well a month later i'm the worst rper in the land
Rey's hand flattens against her side, and he doesn't miss it, nor does he miss the alien pull of pain as if felt from layers of thick wool, pressure through gallons of water, the warmth of skin through a foot of glass. Kylo offers no reaction, no indication that he has noticed, no comment, for once, to contend with the weight of what he knows in direct contrast to what she offers. Which is nothing, though that's hardly a disappointment. Instead, he takes a balanced, measured step toward her, mindful of the distribution of his weight as it relates to the rocky, uneven terrain. )
Delightful. ( He's just as careful to keep any trace of anything from his tone as he is in trekking across the landscape, regardless of whether or not Rey has immediate access to the churning whirl of his anticipation regarding any mention of Organa. One extended meeting has hardly done anything to assuage the argument in his own head he refuses to acknowledge whenever the topic comes up, never mind the consequences of their conversation under the velvety darkness of nightfall only hours before. His neutrality is wasted on the flatness his voice inflects, however. Not even Kylo can pretend to be anything other than absolutely thrilled at the prospect of joining up with the Resistance, the turn of events he and Rey have been following for hours, days, notwithstanding.
He eyes the cable before catching a section of it in his hand, rolling the feel of it between his fingers as if testing for weaknesses. ) How confident are you that it will hold?
( ooc: I just want to drop a more cohesive note and apologize for letting this + everything else dangle. Your last tag actually came the day I was in the ER with my dog who later got diagnosed with lymphoma - the same week my grandmother died lol - so it's been legitimately difficult for me to focus on more than one thing at a time. As a result most nights I am just like I'LL GO TO BED NOW INSTEAD OF DOING ANYTHInG, but hopefully as things stabilize I'll be able to find a rhythm. Just in time for school to begin for you again!! So no worries about getting back to this and I hope today I'll be able to get back to our other thread, too! ♥ )