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WHO: Kylo Ren and YOU
WHAT: Day to day life; includes some training in the gallows, exploring Kirkwall and such
WHEN: Throughout the remainder of April/Cloudreach 9:44
WHERE: Gallows, Kirkwall, etc
NOTES: Nothing of note but I'll update if that changes

Gallows

With his lightsaber in hand, Kylo can be found training rigorously in various forms. He's careful to practice at a distance from anyone else, should they get too close. Starting his training, feet planted firmly and hand holding his weapon out as if to point it at an unseen target, he swings and swirls the lightsaber in his hands in fluid motions. Each time he avoids hitting the dummy directly, occasionally stopping his blade on either side of the target. The last thing he wanted to do every time he trained was to break a training dummy.

He focuses on more than just his blade work, however, practicing his breathing, the bend of his knees as he strikes, and keeping his body a firm immovable object against his opponent. Eventually he takes a break, brushing his messy shock of black hair from his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, the glowing red light withdrawn into the hilt once more.

During his point of resting, he stretches his arms, reaching down to his toes or crossing them one over the other to loosen each muscle. The rigors of training gave him something to channel his energy into, finding focus in his thoughts through the effort he expends with his blade.

Kirkwall

Having washed the sweat and grime from training away, Kylo can be found exploring the markets and other points of interest within Kirkwall. Lowtown was bustling with life as he browsed the Market District, winding streets drawing his attention now and again as he went from shop to shop. It was far from home, but it was starting to feel as such once the routine had set in.

Stopping at a food stall, Kylo turns over a piece of fruit with a careful gaze as he examines it for any flaws. Eventually he would make his way towards the the next shop, stopping to see the wares that Lowtown had to offer.

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"Yeah. It just... gave me something to do." It kept him focused, making something beautiful when everything in his mind was darkness. When he'd been with Luke and the other students, he had practiced it more. He still had the pens, of course, but his work in the First Order kept him busy. His thoughts had no longer needed to be at peace.

"My pens came with me through the rift." It was strange, but he didn't think much on it. He'd been more concerned with his safety and then trying to get his lightsaber to work. He had more time to do such things now, of course. "Not the most useful thing to come through, I'm sure."

"Not the least useful, either," Rey replies with a smile, finishing off her chips and crushing the empty parchment paper up in her hands. She tucks the ball into her bag to be disposed of later, wiping her hands off on her trousers. Sorry Ben, your lady friend is kind of gross.

"Have you tried doing any calligraphy using this world's letters?" She knows that some of the script she's seen around Thedas has been elaborate, though a lot of it was much more simplistic than the alphabets that ranged across the galaxy they came from.

He's been eating his food while they walk together but still had a handful of chips left. He hadn't devoured his food nearly as fast as Rey. When she wipes her hands on her trousers his brows knit together as if he wants to say something, perhaps offer her a napkin, but he thinks better of it. There had to be some point in their existence when they might seem dissimilar to one another and this was clearly one of those times.

He liked neatness, order, and structure. He had also been raised to have the manners to match his family's status; his mother a princess and senator of . It also helped him to exercise control in areas of his life that he could, while everything else about him was like a gaping storm, uncontrolled and chaotic.

"I haven't tried, no. The letters themselves shouldn't be too hard, though." He felt more at home writing in their native language, though. It had been so long since he'd done it, but he had a few crumpled and discarded pieces of parchment in his room from attempts to practice while here in Thedas. His thoughts had been so focused on other things back home that now he seemed to have all the time in the world, when not busy with his duties.

"Maybe I can practice more... and you could show me some of your drawings?" It was a cautious offer that he might reciprocate and show her some of his work, even if the idea made him nervous with anticipation of what she would think.

As they kept walking, his food finally finished and the mess put in his pack to be discarded later, he reached out for her hand. Wiping them on her pants might seem disgusting to him, but they were still her hands. They were hands he very much liked holding.

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Because of wiping her hands on her pants the grease from the fish and chips isn't covering her hands, so when he takes her hand it's just her hand. She smiles as he's the one who reaches for her, threading her fingers through his.

"I haven't really shown anyone my drawings. But... okay." It wasn't particularly a secret, she just didn't think they were anything special. People created beautiful works of art, she just did little doodles.

"Only if you want to." His thumb brushes across the back of her hand as they walk together, his gaze drifting to her when she speaks. It was nice to be able to walk together, all of the chaos and uncertainty of his thoughts drifting away into a comfortable silence.

"Did you want to ask me anything?" He had been the one to ask about her interests, after all. It was only fair, even if he wondered what she would even want to know about him. He had never been intimate with anyone; even friendships he had no real experience in. That left him with the question of What could they talk about?

"I want to," she affirms, smiling a little at the feel of his thumb brushing against her skin, leaning a little closer to him as they walk.

She isn't sure what to ask him, she's never been in this kind of situation, the getting-to-know-you dance with someone of a more than casual interest. She's made friends since coming to Thedas, friends that she'd had more conversations with than she has even Finn, but there's still large gaps in her social etiquette knowledge.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before me?" She internally winces a little as soon as the question leaves her lips, but it's something that she's been wondering about since their first kiss.

He looks to her when she moves closer, a small smile gracing his features as he looks from her to their joined hands and back again. Her question, however, almost instantly causes the smile to leave his face. His lips press together in a thin line, trying to decide how best to answer her.

"I didn't exactly have the time to before." He tries for sarcasm, but it doesn't feel right. He bites his bottom lip, eyes shifting down to their entwined fingers again. "When I was still training with Luke. She was one of his students."

He swallows, trying to not dwell on the deeds of his past that had lead him to this point. No matter how much he told himself that it didn't matter anymore, the past seemed to enjoy rising up from the dead to haunt him. Perhaps that was why he tried so hard to get rid of it. It couldn't hurt him any more if he didn't let it.

"She died the night I left. After Luke tried to kill me." And he had never looked back. Such a thing had been an insignificant experience in his life, he'd thought. He didn't regret killing Luke's students. The ones who been spared had taken with him when he left the Jedi forever.

She'd regretted asking as soon as it had left her lips, but now she regrets it all the more. She knows what he's not saying, that he probably killed her.

"I'm sorry, Ben," she says quietly, chewing on the inside of her lip as she squeezes his hand, glancing up at him.

"I shouldn't have asked. I don't know, I just... imagined given that you were a senator's son on one of the more elegant planets in the system, and given how you look..." She trails off, blushing and looking away from him again, suddenly overly interested in the sight of the waterfront.

"What- no. You don't have to apologize I'm the one who-" He was the one who had been the catalyst for it. If Luke hadn't tried to kill him, if he had been able to keep Snoke out of his mind, perhaps he wouldn't have left. Even with Snoke in his mind he'd tried for so many years to tell himself he was good, that he wasn't a monster. Having Luke reaffirm those fears had been what pushed him over the edge. If Luke, who had been so sure of his grandfather's goodness that he had tried to save him, thought he was evil then he must have truly been evil.

"I was always by myself. That was my own choice." He might have met someone before he'd gone with Luke, if he hadn't been so lost in his own head and mired in the darkness that Snoke poured into him. "I thought, for a moment, that I wasn't the monster my parents feared. Luke proved me wrong. That's all it was. She wasn't- it wasn't like it is with you."

"She was afraid of me too, I think. On some level most people are. I make them uneasy." He had grown used to it. The storm troopers had often kept their distance, their unease radiating from them whenever he entered a room. Luke's students had been no different, for the most part.

He pulls her against him, stopping to bring his arms around her but not before coaxing her to look up at him again. Rey's presence in the Force had always been like a steady beacon to him. He had no reason to doubt her feelings the way he'd had so many others in his life. She had thought him a monster once but that seemed so far removed from how they were now.

"How I look?" He was well aware of 'how he looked'. He'd spent half his life being compared to his father by senators and wealthy people in his mother's circles. It had quieted down some once people realized he was quite the opposite in personality to him. Hearing Rey say it, as if she could possibly think he was handsome beneath the face of the monster he wore like armor - it made his face feel warm once the thought occurred to him.

It's strange, part of her really wants to hear more about his past, if only to better understand what made him the way he is now. But she also doesn't want to bring up anything that might bring him pain, or upset him. She knows it's unavoidable, and she'll have to get used to it, but she'd spent so long pushing her own pain and loneliness down, the last thing she wants is to drag his out into the light.

She's somewhat reluctant to look up at him as he pulls her to him but she does, her face flushed as she wraps her arms around his waist. Of course when he asks for clarification her blush deepens, but defiance creeps into her expression as she's determined to keep eye contact with him.

"I think you know what I mean."

"Oh, I don't think I do. Maybe you should tell me." His smile is playful as his hands drop to her waist. His earlier unease was long gone, replaced with the now-familiar feeling of his heart leaping in his chest. He licks his lips, his smile widening into a genuine grin. "I don't think I'm all that used to hearing it as you might expect."

The were locked in a stalemate as he tried to coax the words from her, hovering just inches from kissing her like he wanted to. If she was stubborn then so was he. He marveled, not for the first time, how small she was in his arms. It was different when they had come to each other's beds. He wasn't as aware of the subtle difference in their height or how narrow her waist was, the way her body curved when he traced his fingers up her spine.

Rey's lips are pressed into a thin line as he closes in on her, but she doesn't give in to what he wants. She could, of course. In the moment, she feels bold, with his arms wrapped around her and his face inches from hers, she might not even stumble through saying it.

Instead of telling him what he wants to hear, though, she shifts her hold on him, her hands sliding up his chest to hook around the back of his neck, tugging him that last few inches to her lips. While she thinks that the way she kisses him speaks for what she thinks better than words could she eventually murmurs against his lips:

"You're very handsome. I thought so the first time I saw your face."

Even when you thought I was a monster? he doesn't say it aloud, knowing she can hear his thoughts just as well as hers come crashing over him like a wave. Being tugged forward those last inches sent a shudder down his spine. He knew he was always the one to get physical with her: he'd done it from the first time they met. It was so ingrained in him that his presence made others uneasy but to be desired - oh, how different that felt.

He kisses her back, his hold on her waist just barely tightening, and takes care with the action as if he needed to control himself. He can it see in his mind's eye: Rey, unconscious to the chair he'd strapped her too; Rey, standing over him in the forest, her teeth bared and her shoulders heaving as she stared down at him and the Force shone through her so brightly it was almost blinding; Rey standing with her back to him in Snoke's throne room.

She wasn't just beautiful; she was a Force.

It was as if the Force had breathed life into her, had imparted some of its energy onto the mortal coil and had given it her shape. When he had slept after the first time he had brought her to his room in the Gallows her earthy smell had lingered for days, her presence molding itself in his room. Beautiful didn't quite cover how he felt for her. There was beauty in life that drifted in and out of the Force and then there was her, all grit and stubbornness that knocked him off his feet in more ways than one.

"I was fascinated by you. I still am. You still keep me on my toes." His touch lifts, one hand caressing her cheek as he presses another kiss to her lips before it moves to the nape of her neck to tangle in her hair.

Edited (punctuation i can do it) 2018-04-26 20:08 (UTC)

She had been thrown, when he'd taken his mask off after she'd called him a creature in a mask. Her first thought had been how soft his features were, wondering how someone who looked like that could be capable of scaring her as he did. The thoughts had passed quickly, as she'd been filled with contempt for him.

Feelings that are long gone, now. She can feel how he feels flowing through him and it warms her, that someone feels like this, for her. She knew that Finn had some feelings for her, she wasn't that naive to not notice, but his feelings had been innocent, light. The way she'd thought she felt for Ben, at first. But what she feels for him is deeper and terrifying, but also something she's not going to let go of. This feeling of completeness when he's near, she would trade it for nothing.

"Fascinated, hmm?" She murmurs, pressing her forehead against his and smiling slowly.

"Yes. Fascinated." He chuckles, closing his eyes and letting the moment pass between them. "Not that you aren't beautiful, of course. It just wasn't a word that I felt really summarized it well."

Snoke hadn't been wrong in his assessment that they were the polar opposites within the force, but it was more than that. He knew she felt the same. Somehow they had met in the middle and balanced one another. His passion and his anger met her peace and her hope and somehow the Force glued them seamlessly together within its current. He had never felt so complete and contentment within himself unless she was near. She calmed he ceaseless storm that lingered on the edges of his thoughts even without Snoke's presence in his mind.

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Rey blushes, the smile that hesitantly spreads across her face almost shy as she glances away from him a moment, her hands sliding to his face, fingers gently following the invisible lines of his cheekbones.

"I don't know, I've never been called that before." Thin, scrappy, feral. She's been called a lot of names in her life, but beautiful has never been among them. She knew there were traders who had talked with Unkar about the possibility of taking her on as a wife, but she knew what they were all actually after. She and Unkar had enough of an understanding between them that she'd never worried about him deciding to try and sell her off.

"I feel like I should be worried that you keep letting me be the first one for everything." He speaks almost derisively, letting his fingers comb through her hair as he does. The fact that she kept letting him in and had yet to change her mind about him was more than he deserved. She should have killed him twice over now and yet she hadn't.

He wasn't like the traitor, he thinks bitterly. He wasn't so good as others might want him to be, that she might hope he could be. He was happy to protect her, of course. That wasn't a question. The difference was that he had never seen her as someone who needed to be protected, or treated like she was glass. Her ferocity matched his own.

"You're beautiful to me." It wasn't conventional beauty he saw. He didn't see softness either. Her hands were calloused from hard work, her skin tanned from years of living in the sun. She wasn't dainty or delicate by any means. She also wasn't so pliant to his will. If he wanted some weak woman at his side there were surely dozens of them he could have taken long before he'd ever set foot in Thedas, long before the two of them had even met in their galaxy.

Her eyes close as his fingers comb through her hair and she exhales quietly, her mind drifting to places that weren't busy streets. She likes hearing him tell her she's beautiful, even if she doesn't quite believe it. She's comfortable in her own skin, has been for a long time, but she's also never focused much on her looks.

"I already told you that I don't have any experience with relationships. You'll have to get used to being the first in a lot of things," she leans into him, her cheeks flushed as she kisses him again, before pulling away. "Let's get back to the Gallows."

"Hm." He hums against her lips, licking his own when she pulls away. He could taste some of the spices from their food on her her lips. It was far from unpleasant.

"Yeah. Let's head back." He keeps her hand in his as they walk together, his fingers threaded between hers. This little outing was already etching itself into his thoughts as something he would hold onto, cherishing it as one of the few happier memories he had.

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