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[letoldthingsdie]

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takes a break, brushing his messy shock of black hair from his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, the glowing red light withdrawn into the hilt once more.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.

Wildcard

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Comments

[letoldthingsdie]

"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.

[provenforce]

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.

[letoldthingsdie]

"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.

[provenforce]

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."

[letoldthingsdie]

"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.