( He is more interested in the expression on her face than he is the movements of the pieces as they come together, but one of these two things is easier for him to see than the other, and as a consequence, Kylo ends up paying more attention to the way those pieces fit back together than he does the way Rey looks when she does it. The difference between her and anyone else is that he does not need to look at her to at least estimate the way that she feels. It lingers in the warm, taffy stretch of the bond between them, both with and without consequence, much like the proposition that she levels exists with and without consequence.
Rey may as well be suggesting that they go to the market or investigate a pop-up bar that has opened on base. Something inconsequential and entirely possible. And Kylo realizes then that it won't matter to him one way or another what Organa, what Skywalker have to say in the morning. It won't change the way that he feels, and it certainly won't change what he does. It hasn't in the past, but the difference now is the difference between Rey's tone and her suggestion, the difference between deals struck and capital punishment, light and dark - or at least the murky gray in between. )
Maybe I will. ( Tone for tone, cadence for cadence, now that his hand is empty one lightsaber, he folds it with the other around Rey's hips and begins investigating a very curious looking stretch of skin just above the collar of her shirt. ) Assuming that I don't have anything better to do at the time, of course.
holidays are great but i'm always so glad when they're over
Rey may as well be suggesting that they go to the market or investigate a pop-up bar that has opened on base. Something inconsequential and entirely possible. And Kylo realizes then that it won't matter to him one way or another what Organa, what Skywalker have to say in the morning. It won't change the way that he feels, and it certainly won't change what he does. It hasn't in the past, but the difference now is the difference between Rey's tone and her suggestion, the difference between deals struck and capital punishment, light and dark - or at least the murky gray in between. )
Maybe I will. ( Tone for tone, cadence for cadence, now that his hand is empty one lightsaber, he folds it with the other around Rey's hips and begins investigating a very curious looking stretch of skin just above the collar of her shirt. ) Assuming that I don't have anything better to do at the time, of course.