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b⃫e⃫n⃫ ⃫s⃫o⃫l⃫o⃫ KYLO REN ([personal profile] apparare) wrote2015-12-27 04:25 pm

i found something in the woods somewhere.





open post.
▬ action
▬ prompts
▬ continuing threads
▬ force shenanigans


forcevisions: (on the film)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-02 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Despite making a similar assessment the first time she’d seen it, Rey bristles protectively at Kylo Ren’s comments. That ship was the last thing she had of Han Solo after he’d taken the would-be father figure who’d been its pilot from her. Chagrined, she scowls sidelong at him, then hikes up towards the base of the ship, where the ramp descends to steady it on the surface of its late owner’s home planet. ]

This piece of garbage might save your life. Watch it. [ Her grousing sings in the wake of her moody hike up the ramp, the thud of her boots echoing through the rickety metal frame.

It’s impossible to ignore the bitter metal taste in her mouth that tells her inviting him into this space is a bad decision, is wrong. This was Han Solo’s space, and Kylo Ren killed him. He didn’t deserve to walk the halls of his father’s ship. But if any of this were about deserving, then they wouldn’t have made the strides they already have, and pulling him back from the dark would have been impossible.

He did not have to deserve mercy for it to be given. In fact, if he did, it would not be mercy at all.

She didn’t pause to wait for him, though. Allowing him in here didn’t have to mean welcoming him. Instead, she blazed around the corner of one of the tube-like hallways circling the freighter, looping around to the cramped crew quarters with functional, weak-framed bunks of narrow width tucked into individual closets that sprawled like honeycombs off a central pod on the ship’s port side.

Fur litters the disheveled sheets of one bunk, caught also in the thin joint of panels in the walls identifying the room as Chewbacca’s. Across from it, a small, crudely made doll imitates an X-wing pilot in an orange jumpsuit with a helmet, fashioned wholly of cotton and linen packed together, held together at the joints with thick twine.

She stops in front of the third, lingering near the narrow frame of the door in silent offering. Finn stayed in it last, but it’s not precisely his. To the contrary, he found his place among the other Resistance troops.
]

If General Organa doesn’t move the troops in time, we can load the Falcon up and get past their barricades. [ She doesn’t let the disclaimer I hope come out aloud. Better to sound sure that she can do it. ] In the meantime, you can rest here.
forcevisions: (i'm not passive)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-03 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ The raw honesty of his assessment, the unfortunate truth, draws some of the energy from Rey. Lowering her eyes, she accepts his assessment, but she doesn’t dim her enthusiasm. Instead, she refocuses it. ]
 
I’m not suggesting we abandon anyone. But we won't be if the First Order redirects its fleet to pursue the YT light freighter that was last known to be carrying Luke Skywalker, the ship that belonged to your father.. If they're truly sent by Snoke to punish you, their priority will be to pursue us in the Falcon.
 
[ It’s reckless, crazy, even stupid—in other words, the perfect gambit for the Resistance. ]
 
With the X-wings to defend the rest of the fleet, they should be able to escape.
 
[ She’s seen Poe fly. That much, she knows he could do. The real question is whether or not she could draw the attention of enough to make a difference once they knew it was Rey and Kylo Ren on board, and whether she would then be able to shake the tail after or if they’d simply be obliterated.

Battle plans don't become her, for she wears an enthusiasm that's young and bright-eyed and ill-fitting for a war, that is too easy to imagine being drained by it in stages.
]
forcevisions: (like you're dumping your purse)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-04 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ If her incorrigible optimism hadn't already thrust straight past the threshold of intolerability, the fact that he begins to settle in and make himself at home on the ship worsens it. The light in her eyes brightens in a flash, excitement leading her away from the wall to stand in front of him at the doorway of his bunk.

Her hands press against the frame, leaning over somewhat even though sitting down really only brings him closer to her height. The frame creaks and sighs with the weight against it, like the whole ship does. Each sigh whispers history to her, helps her feel connected to Han Solo in ways that she can't anymore.

Truth be told, even if he were being serious, the comments would roll off her back: Rey has long since accepted that only a crazy person would try to stand against the First Order. It's the reason the Resistance encampments are always full of the eclectic and strong-willed. That she feels at home among them says nothing for her own sanity, but she's never felt particularly compelled to prize that.
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So you think it'll work. [ She's choosing to interpret his comments that way, at least. Particularly in concert with the resigned way he crowds himself into the bunk. She won't get hung up on his sour attitude—can't, if they're to make any progress here, and Rey is far more desperate for that, for a victory that means the continued survival of the Resistance, than she is to salvage her pride. ]
forcevisions: (on my bedroom floor)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-04 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ The question tempers some of her humor, anticipation of his reply keeping her from properly registering what was as close as he could get to a compliment of her admittedly inexperienced skills in battle strategy. Rey drops her hands from the door frame, straightening up somewhat as if bracing for the bad news. ]

In the hands of your uncle. [ She opts not to mince the words. It would only predispose him to being more irate. ] I gave it to him when I told him that I'd lost mine. [ His, really. Or more accurately, Anakin Skywalker's.

It wasn't until she had trained with Luke that she'd come to understand why Kylo was so set on that blade when he had one of his own making, but she had since determined the link. Any possession of Darth Vader's was his by inheritance, presumably, but that blade had never properly belonged to Darth Vader, by Luke's own estimation.

Truthfully, she can't be sure which he'll be angrier about: the Skywalker lightsaber lost to the forested valleys of Corellia where the battle had scorched the forest and relieved her of it, or the fact that he'll have to make time for a one-on-one with his estranged uncle in order to get his own back.
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If you want to get it back, you should go find him. I'll track Chewie down and tell him to get the ship ready while I share the back-up plan with General Organa. It'll be difficult for her dispute that strategy, even if she's hesitant to accept your report without the fleet here to prove it.
forcevisions: (i'd do it all again)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-04 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ He advances and, even with full faith in the way she'd seen him force Snoke from his mind, seen him choose the middle path for herself, she takes a hasty series of steps back before he reaches full height. Even his clumsiness doesn't dissuade her from her startle response, bracing instinctively for a violent recourse that never comes.

Her breath leaves her then, drawn back into her chest in slow form, accepting that she'd misread when he stills and disarming herself from the defensive stance she had taken in the center of the cluster of honeycombed crew bunks.
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It's not like I had time to think about it! [ Instead of wearing the defensiveness in her shoulders, she projects it in a raised voice. ] Getting you back here was more important than finding it.

[ Priorities to keep straight. Disarming the First Order of one of their most powerful assets was an incomparable victory, easily outweighing the missing saber. Without it, the Resistance could still win. Without Kylo Ren, the First Order could very well lose. The calculations were simple, straightforward. At least, they had seemed so at the time. ]

It's just a sword.
forcevisions: (no i don't wanna give you mine)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-04 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And there is her tell. She can feel his presence retreat with his efforts to calm the sparking tension filling the space between them, shrinking it and causing him to loom. Only then does she realize how she has bristled, how she has exposed herself and the length of the leash she trusts him on.

If a world exists where she finds herself able to forget or be at true ease with all he has done, they do not live in it yet. He poses a very real threat, or at least he could, if his worse nature were to seize command in any significant way—through his temper, for instance.

She tightens her jaw, mouth set in a heavy frown that seems to linger on the edge of regret—not the kind of regret that merely mourns her mistake, but the kind that wobbles near an apology for it. Whatever it is never comes out, and she shakes it off when she lifts her chin to stubbornly meet his chastising with a distinct lack of apology that’s so sharp in contrast to the look she has dismissed that it makes her look arrogant.
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I can handle myself. Unless you want another demonstration, I suggest you take my word for it. [ Thank you very much. He has no right, she reasons privately to herself. He has no idea what she’s done to survive, what it was like on Jakku, a small girl—barely more than a toddler—learning very quickly that you either lost everything or you learned to protect it. While Kylo had two, Rey had no teachers, no guidance, only the harsh lessons of violent experience to teach her to fight as scrappily as she does. Not to mention her quite unarmed escape from Starkiller Base. ]

It’s going to take hours to hike back to that plateau: do you really think we have all that time to be fussing about a lightsaber right now?

[ She forces her hands to relax, noticing somewhere along the line they had balled into fists, ready (or perhaps hoping) for a fight. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t contort her mind into understanding the importance of its legacy to him, for she’s never had any kind of legacy to look towards. Survival in the moment has always been her focus out of necessity; there is no switch she can flip to cease worrying about it. ]
forcevisions: (a scrub is a guy)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-05 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Turning, Rey watches his towering shape disappear around the corner of the Millennium Falcon’s curved hallways, swallowing the thick lump in her throat that forms as she thinks back on the moment when she believed that she and Finn had been captured by the First Order. The fear feels as real now as it was then, though dwarfed by experience.

A part of her aches to reach out through the force and stop him from leaving on such a dramatic and negative note, but she stops herself for the weakness it would show and the little good it would do any of them. They all have their tasks. She starts after him, short legs carrying her with quicker steps to try and make her way out of the ramp, but she's stopped by Chewie looping around from the cockpit.

An irritated growl rumbles in the back of his throat, high pitched and indignant. Sighing, Rey stops, folding her arms beneath her chest as she looks up at him.
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It was his home once too. I hoped it might make him remember. [ Gazing back down the ramp, she sighs and adds, ] I think it only made it worse. [ Reaching out to rub the furred arm of her co-pilot, Rey offers a smile. ] I promise it's safe. Or it will be. But we need to get ready to fly as soon as possible.

[ This only draws out another growl from him, this one less translatable, some chagrined realization that she's too damn similar to the Falcon's last pilot for anyone's good. Chewie takes his exasperation to the engine room to give it a good check, and Rey head down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, torn between going to explain their back-up plan to Leia and following Kylo's advice to search out the saber.

He'd gotten this far trusting her advice. Maybe it was time that she offered him the same in return, however misguided she believed his focus to be. Grinding her teeth doesn't make it any easier to decide, but it does help her recognize her reluctance to do what she already knows she is going to. Rubbing her jaw, she pivots on her heels and darts into the dark of the forest.
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forcevisions: (as the crooked smiles fade)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-05 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Trudging through the muddied forest is a grueling, thankless endeavor that slows her movements as her flimsy brown boots sink into the mud, made for sand but not its damper cousin, tracking clumps of soil around with her that renders her movements awkward and limited. The uncomfortable lack of familiarity she suffers with the sodden landscape only sours her mood, shoulders tense along her march.

She understands now how it must rankle him to have her patient nudging at the edge of his mind, coaxing him into certain paths, and knowing that path is in her best interest only makes it worse. Though her quarterstaff would be functional, there is no substitute for the grace and power of a lightsaber, a lesson learned on Starkiller Base and expanded upon as she developed her skills with proper training.

Still, she wants to allow herself to believe that he was biased. Caught up in his own emotional turmoil about the legacy the saber carried, not merely in its utility to either of them in a fight. It helps stew her quiet grumbling, but that fades away over time, and she has plenty of time to traverse the landscape and calm herself in the quiet isolation of the forest.

Exhaustion sets in then, fuzzy at the edges of her mind, and she tries to pull at the Force to keep herself awake and putting one foot in front of the other. Up until now, she'd found forward momentum sufficient to keep her just barely going, but without anyone to distract her, without a constant task beyond the simple hike, she lulls herself into calm for no reason other than her mind can't quite keep up with anything more.

It prevents her from picking up on the hum at the edge of her awareness cuing her in to their proximity, and she doesn't see him until he's coming through the trees towards her. Lifting her head, Rey squints at his figure like she's not sure it's really there or just a shadow of the trees, her own sight betraying her, but he comes to stand level in front of her and offers the hilt out to her, dirty and battered.
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That's not yours. [ She mutters the words dryly as she reaches out to take it, rubbing some of the mud aside; he knows that, of course, but it gently accuses him of not fulfilling his task. They don't have time for this, to be certain. The First Order could be forming just beyond the atmosphere above them in this moment, ready for a fresh hail of destruction renewed with vengeful fury. But looking down at the hilt, soft gratitude enters her eyes. There aren't many things she's owned in her life that hold value, that she's been able to keep, so despite her willingness to put all their lives before it, it still means something to have it in her hand again. ]
forcevisions: (the boys time can't capture)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-05 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's off in an instant, unwilling to allow the moment to linger for longer than it must, and Rey feels all the more a child in how she has to stretch her legs into a near run to catch up with him. The square of his shoulders and the heavy stomp of his movements makes him look all the part the monster he'd been to her from the start, but it still catches her off guard when the wind seems to whisper to her.

You can finish it now. You were too weak before. Startled and frightened by the sudden sound, she whips briefly around, listening at the edges of the forest for a noise that won't come. She never stops following him, even backwards, stumbling across roots. Even if the voice is not, the distraction is real, and it takes her a moment to place it as the same dark whisper she'd heard in Ren's mind, as if the journey there had further opened up an avenue for it to funnel in.

Hurriedly stuffing the hilt of the saber into the pouch at her belt as a deliberate refusal of the coaxing whisper, she scrambles to his side, listening intently not in further urgency to follow his command, but to understand his reasoning to be here at all as much as to shut out whatever else she might here.

She missed the middle. Something about what she could leave behind, something that makes her wonder what he has regretted leaving behind. That's not what she gets from him, of course. No satisfying answers, at least, but by now she knows that would expect too much of him.

The hiss of the wind as it whips around them criticizes her for expecting as much, buffeting her dirty face, but it still isn't as bad as the dust storms of Jakku that threatened to lift her off her feet and carry her away into the outskirts of the desert wasteland. She wonders, faintly, if she will ever stop comparing the landscapes of other planets to Jakku, if it will stop being her measuring stick once the green becomes more natural to her, but as soon as she wonders at all, she doubts it. Good or bad, it was her home for too long.

The urge to accuse him of slipping under the pressure of fear starts suddenly in the back of her throat, but she stops herself for the uselessness of it. Telling him that he was afraid of Luke Skywalker wouldn't help anyone's case, and though shoving it in Kylo Ren's face sounds quite pleasant, there's too much at stake here.

As soon as her mouth is open to refute his presumption of Luke—admittedly, it's a good thing the words never made it out, because even she didn't believe her reassurance. Luke had no reason to trust him, and she wouldn't blame him for being slow to.—there's a hand at her elbow pushing her along, but also sparking indignation that wells in her chest until it comes out as a shout.
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Watch it! [ She growls the words, ready to yank her arm free, or at least attempt it. ] I can walk just fine without you dragging me along, thank you. I got all the way out here.
forcevisions: (it twists my head just a bit)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-05 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Before he calls her on it, she never stopped to think about why she was so opposed to the physical contact that came with aid, why she was so sharply defensive of any movement that seemed to stem from the belief that she required assistance. She does, now, and she's so startled by the keenness of his observation that it staggers her a moment, leaving her frozen in the Corellian wilderness to stare after his retreating form for a moment too long.

On Jakku, weakness made you a target. If you took help, it meant you needed it, and if you needed someone else, you certainly weren't in any position to protect what little you had. She never would have staked out her home inside that half-buried AT-AT had she been comfortable revealing her own weakness. The storms that blew through buffed the residents of the desert planet into smooth rocks, stubbornly independent and wild of temper.

But it wasn't just that. Finn, Chewie, Han, Leia, even Poe and Luke, any of them offering help weren't met with the same rebuff anymore; Kylo Ren was different. Regardless of what she'd seen in his mind, of the connection that they shared, she still shunted him back away from the familiar and casual touch, from seeing her as weak. Both because a part of her believed she would never be through proving herself to the barrage of his insults and because she needed strength to dissuade him from combatting her.

It was a barrier, and he had thrust bodily against it and bounced back off of it, recognizing it before Rey was ever aware that she had created it. Only then does she look around and notice how different their position in the forest is, how quickly they've been moving, and consider what he'd actually been trying to do. That moment is the most humbling of them all, and guilt creeps in and stiffens her joints as she moves to catch up with him.
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Stop psychoanalyzing me. [ The grouse lacks bite in all its brevity, but she falls in step beside him. A few strides—his easy, hers taken in lunges—pass in silence before she reaches out to touch his arm, a passive apology and correction, accepting the truth of his words while remaining too stubborn to verbally acknowledge it. Show me, her reach urges. ]
forcevisions: (i can't believe)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-07 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ The way his retort mocks her for her response also scolds her for her own efforts to sift through his head, but she doesn't let it truly discourage her from the interest that lies at a constant simmer. Still, she grips his arm where he offers it, curling her fingers around the surprisingly lithe limb where it settles under the thick fabric of his tunic.

Silence under the fire of his rebuff prompts him to speak again, this time didactic, and Rey listens with rapt attention when he describes the applications. In tandem, she feels his mind open to her, and she leans into the connection studiously There, the link between their minds feels like a tangible cord that she uses to pull herself in closer to him.

In his mind, she can feel the strides he takes and how he lengthens them with the Force. Though her attempts to replicate it on her own start out without grace or experience, stumbling through erratic back-and-forths in her speed that sometimes translate to her trailing just behind him like a child, she pushes further telepathically to allow him to take the lead, his movements guiding her body in kind, and the muscle memory translates more readily to an understanding than anything else.

And just like that, he's everywhere, flooding her awareness with the suddenness of a tidal wave's final crash, his presence cool in her extremities but not alarming or unwelcome. Their unified movements carry them as far as the camp before, slowing down, she extricates herself from the bond and feels a sudden aching absence to sift and separate which parts are his mind and which are hers.

She comes back into her own isolation with a pitched gasp, as sharp and sudden as a bucket of ice water.
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forcevisions: (overhead of the aqua blue)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-02-07 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When he jerks his arm free, she feels a more acute finality in the loss, but she crowds it out of her expression, stiffening her features to look over the camp. Heavy dread clouds her mind as she drew in the details of the camp, the stacked supply bags, the oiled metal entrances to tented shuttle cabins and crudely structured sheds that bunked soldiers and communication officers alike. Her eyes pore over it like they're searching for pieces she won't see again, acknowledging the potential that she might not, that these last minutes on solid ground will be a goodbye.

She doesn't know how long it's been since she left camp, let alone since he did, but she knows well enough that there isn't time to waste. So instead she nods, accepting without complaint what he proposes, even if it makes the tacit assumption that she will welcome him to teach her anything again. They both know that curiosity will inevitably win, that she will permit it, and that they will both be glad for it in the long run: war cannot make room for pride.
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I'll alert the General. When I leave you this time, can I trust you to actually go find Luke? [ The implication is heavy that her own lightsaber was nothing but an excuse to avoid the encounter. She doesn't shy away from it for the same reasons that she can't be allowed to shy away from the inevitability of his training. ]

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