( The forest passes by in a blur of color, interrupted now and then by the sudden focus of some tree or a large rock or a collection of brambles when he wordlessly hands the reigns to Rey under the specific purpose of letting her try the task on her own merit. Her start and stop approach to what he's trying to show her is frustrating for the length of time that it takes them to get from one point to another, but Kylo does not allow himself to grow frustrated, tapping into the control that he has been taught in order to master his own reckless impatience and stop him from shaking her off, grabbing her arm instead, and taking the lead completely.
He feels her pushing at the fringe of his perception, a thread that weaves its way along the stitching of his own movements, and Kylo curls his hand into a fist and opens himself to her just as much as she allows him access in her own right. Kylo surges in without the resistance of her own shields and walls to stop him from flooding, though it is without the underlying aggressive threat of a maelstrom coming to tear her mind apart and more seamless than it may have been in the past. It's easier to teach her, to show her, this way, explaining without words and showing without demonstration, letting her observe what he's doing as if she were doing it herself, and it bolsters the speed in its own right until they are back at camp proper, moving bodies and collapsing tents peeking through the trees in little bursts of color.
Rey starts to withdraw and Kylo does as well, shaking her presence free like casting sand and water out through a sieve, trying to retain all the parts that are himself and separate them from the ones that are her and managing to get a complicated and messy collection in the process. He hasn't hide time to really examine it at length. He needs to. It's an abrupt absence that she is perhaps expecting less than him, given her reaction, but the hollow emptiness that rides high in his chest as a result, he imagines, is something unique to them in tandem. )
Next time you'll take lead. I can show you other things in the same way.
( Kylo pulls his arm away from her and wastes no time examining the withdrawing ache that seeps out of his sternum like retreating ice water. He leads them back into the camp, sticking naturally to the outskirts as he takes heavy, borderline painful steps toward the bright and converging center where he feels Skywalker's presence most keenly. Detours aside, he wants his saber back. )
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He feels her pushing at the fringe of his perception, a thread that weaves its way along the stitching of his own movements, and Kylo curls his hand into a fist and opens himself to her just as much as she allows him access in her own right. Kylo surges in without the resistance of her own shields and walls to stop him from flooding, though it is without the underlying aggressive threat of a maelstrom coming to tear her mind apart and more seamless than it may have been in the past. It's easier to teach her, to show her, this way, explaining without words and showing without demonstration, letting her observe what he's doing as if she were doing it herself, and it bolsters the speed in its own right until they are back at camp proper, moving bodies and collapsing tents peeking through the trees in little bursts of color.
Rey starts to withdraw and Kylo does as well, shaking her presence free like casting sand and water out through a sieve, trying to retain all the parts that are himself and separate them from the ones that are her and managing to get a complicated and messy collection in the process. He hasn't hide time to really examine it at length. He needs to. It's an abrupt absence that she is perhaps expecting less than him, given her reaction, but the hollow emptiness that rides high in his chest as a result, he imagines, is something unique to them in tandem. )
Next time you'll take lead. I can show you other things in the same way.
( Kylo pulls his arm away from her and wastes no time examining the withdrawing ache that seeps out of his sternum like retreating ice water. He leads them back into the camp, sticking naturally to the outskirts as he takes heavy, borderline painful steps toward the bright and converging center where he feels Skywalker's presence most keenly. Detours aside, he wants his saber back. )