( Kylo visibly bristles at the accusation she hurls at him, sitting up so straight that his back begins to ache. He wants to stand, can feel the tension coiling through the muscles and tendons in his arms and legs sharking with the concentrated effort it has not to get to his feet in a hurry and advance, but the unlit game board in front of him prevents doing so with any fluidity, and clambering around it would just be an awkward-looking endeavor in his haste to extend himself to full height. As a result, his fingers curl into a fist that groans leather on the tabletop, and the ship lurches around them. Kylo knows that it's a byproduct of its tired framework and excessive years because it's the dejarik board that suffers as a result of his visible affront.
The whole thing collapses in on itself, crumbling down the middle like someone has just dropped a massive weight directly into the center of the board. It groans and screams and surprisingly does not erupt into a shower of sparks and black smoke signifying some mechanical failure and structural damage. It's almost as if the thing was being held up by sheer willpower alone, looking for an excuse to buckle under some external pressure. How fitting that Kylo Ren be that external pressure. He can think of several other things that have collapsed as a result of the force he exerted over them until they were diminished into nothing as well. )
You have no idea what I'm afraid of. ( It's the implied accusation apparent in her manner of speech when she tosses comments at him like grenades that earns the bulk of his attention, not necessarily the retaliation that she responds with. Finally, Kylo gets to his feet with all the broad-shoulder intent of trying to intimidate her into submission, though he doesn't immediately take steps toward her and, rather, lingers next to the destroyed dejarik board with his hands gathered together in fists at his sides.
But his response in itself isn't entirely true. She is the only person other than Snoke who has withstood the battering ram of his insistent willpower adequately enough to not only remain standing but to push back. Rey has seen what it is that Kylo Ren is afraid of, and it had startled him enough in return to allow her the opportunity to call him out on it. Looking across the hold at her now, he sees the same determined set to her jaw, can recall with perfect clarity the way she had gulped great lungfuls of air, the dark light in her eyes that would be seen again in swirls of snow and a haze of red-blue-purple light, and he has an involuntarily urge to push her, striking him with the same sharp precision that it had when he'd wanted to draw her into his fold on Starkiller. It leaves a sweet but heady taste in the back of his throat, and it takes everything he has within him to swallow it down.
Survive, he thinks, something thinks at him, and Kylo takes one step, two, three toward the girl across the hold from him before stopping. He allows the sweep of disdain and aggravation and anger he feels to flood through their connection, lets her feel it despite the fact that it might make him look weak and vulnerable to her implications. It's too late to hide it now, and he casts one look over at the dismantled dejarik board before stalking out of the room entirely. )
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The whole thing collapses in on itself, crumbling down the middle like someone has just dropped a massive weight directly into the center of the board. It groans and screams and surprisingly does not erupt into a shower of sparks and black smoke signifying some mechanical failure and structural damage. It's almost as if the thing was being held up by sheer willpower alone, looking for an excuse to buckle under some external pressure. How fitting that Kylo Ren be that external pressure. He can think of several other things that have collapsed as a result of the force he exerted over them until they were diminished into nothing as well. )
You have no idea what I'm afraid of. ( It's the implied accusation apparent in her manner of speech when she tosses comments at him like grenades that earns the bulk of his attention, not necessarily the retaliation that she responds with. Finally, Kylo gets to his feet with all the broad-shoulder intent of trying to intimidate her into submission, though he doesn't immediately take steps toward her and, rather, lingers next to the destroyed dejarik board with his hands gathered together in fists at his sides.
But his response in itself isn't entirely true. She is the only person other than Snoke who has withstood the battering ram of his insistent willpower adequately enough to not only remain standing but to push back. Rey has seen what it is that Kylo Ren is afraid of, and it had startled him enough in return to allow her the opportunity to call him out on it. Looking across the hold at her now, he sees the same determined set to her jaw, can recall with perfect clarity the way she had gulped great lungfuls of air, the dark light in her eyes that would be seen again in swirls of snow and a haze of red-blue-purple light, and he has an involuntarily urge to push her, striking him with the same sharp precision that it had when he'd wanted to draw her into his fold on Starkiller. It leaves a sweet but heady taste in the back of his throat, and it takes everything he has within him to swallow it down.
Survive, he thinks, something thinks at him, and Kylo takes one step, two, three toward the girl across the hold from him before stopping. He allows the sweep of disdain and aggravation and anger he feels to flood through their connection, lets her feel it despite the fact that it might make him look weak and vulnerable to her implications. It's too late to hide it now, and he casts one look over at the dismantled dejarik board before stalking out of the room entirely. )