faderift | A kick in the teeth is good for some [Closed]

WHO: Kylo Ren and Rey
WHAT: Just a sparring match between two Force users
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Gallows Courtyard
NOTES: Violence - these two don't hold back much

With their warm up routine finally done, Ben found himself breathless as he stretched and watched Rey as she did the same. It had become a routine for them, when time permitted, to spend time together like this. He liked the feeling of adrenaline that made his lungs expand and contract, his limbs burning lightly as he stretched them post-jog. They ended up in the Gallows' training yard where all the swords and shields and other tools were kept.

He enjoyed coming here to quietly go through his training or to meditate with Rey. It allowed them a minute to turn their thoughts off, to just feel one another's presence, and those around them, within the Force. He was never more at peace than when they meditated. Yet, he finds himself wanting to do something different. He straightens from stretching down to his feet to look at Rey, his brown eyes full of purpose.

"Spar with me. Your choice of weapon." Not that they didn't both carry their light sabers, of course. There were plenty of metal or wooden weapons here too. He gestures silently with an outstretched hand for her to come at him, once their weapons had been decided.

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She had noticed that they'd docked, but his comment just makes her smile a little as she pulls away from him. She keeps her hand in his as she tugs him towards the gangplank.

"This is one of the beautiful things, by the way. Traveling by boat, enjoying the view." She glances back at him with a small smile, before following the dogs off the ship and starting towards their home.

He follows her where she leads, falling into step with her once they get off the boat and are on the docks. He, like his father, could drive probably any vehicle put in front of him but he had never thought there any beauty in traveling and seeing things. Perhaps he could have paid more attention in all those years of space travel, but he didn't. Being inside his own head so often clouded him from the things around him.

"Flying was always my preference, but you're right. Even if I still think Kirkwall is a dump." He echoes her words with a smile and squeezes her hand lightly, the two of them walking together. Home was further in town, but he liked the walk. He liked being able to take the time with her.

"The view was nice in space, too," Rey replies, absently swinging their hands a little as they walked. She loves this time, the two of them together, just walking and talking like they're entirely normal people. Like the way they had met wasn't when he'd been chasing her through a forest.

"Kirkwall isn't a dump, though. It's lived in. There's history here." She's always been a fan of people finding homes in places where life had been hard before. It's how she'd lived her life, though the circumstances in Kirkwall were quite different.

He lets out a huff of laughter at her assessment of Kirkwall. He liked history and he liked the learning of it all, but that was a stretch for him to say things like that as if it were positive.

"You sound like Luke. Didn't it house slaves or something?" He shakes his head a bit, clearly not impressed with what little he does know of Kirkwall. The fact that it's risen above it's horrible past does give him a bit of an impression, though. Maybe there might be hope for him too.

"Yes. But the slaves took it from their masters," Rey replied, smiling absently at a local that she was familiar with as they passed by, before looking back at Ben. "It's an important lesson, I think. If you try to oppress a people because you think they're less than you are, eventually they'll rise up against you. Because there's always more of them."

She feels to an extent that it's something that applies to what's been happening within the Inquisition as of late, with the Rifters and mages.

"True enough." He rubs his thumb across the back of her hand as they walk together, not really thinking about anyone they might see on the trek back home. Her words remind him of his mother, something that makes his stomach knot briefly but is quickly cast aside.

"Strength in numbers and all that, I guess. I'd be interested to hear the story from one of the natives sometime." He feels it too, that the Rifters could just as easily rebel and fight back against the Chantry and anyone else who tried to put them all in chains.

Rey doesn't take his thought of his mother as insult, quite the opposite. To be compared to Leia Organa in her mind is nothing short of a compliment. She knows that's a bit of a minefield with him though, so she doesn't say anything, just lets it glide over them like water.

"Anyone who remembers that uprising is long dead. So many people in Thedas don't even remember that their ancestors were slaves." She wonders how many of those who now reside in Hightown could trace their lineage back to those original slaves.

When they reach their home Rey leans over the front gate to disarm the traps set on it, before letting the dogs through ahead of them into the small yard.

"Ah. So it's all left to history books then. Still, I'm sure the stories are there. Someone has to have studied up on it."

Caedus moves first, once the traps are disarmed. He moves like a dog sized black bullet, barking happily as he goes to the door to wait patiently for Rey to let him inside. He may be Kylo's dog but he was always a Good Boy for Rey more than he was for his master. The pup had to keep him on his toes, after all. Kylo just shakes his head and laughs at him.

"Someone's happy to be home." He murmurs, his hand moving to Rey's waist as they move through their yard together.

Edited (DECIDED IT NEEDED MORE *huffs*) 2018-07-24 01:52 (UTC)

"Maybe. No one around here, though."

The smile is back on Rey's face as the dogs bound through the yard, before waiting patiently at the door. Padawan a little more relaxed than Caedus. She takes enough time to rearm the traps before they head to the house, and more traps to disarm. While the neighborhood seems mostly safe, Rey grew up trapping her AT-AT home to keep what she'd made for herself safe. This home is one she wants to keep safe.

She gives each dog a head rub before unlocking the door and letting them in, following after them and kicking her boots off as soon as she's through the door.

"Mm." Having their home booby trapped had been disorienting at first, but he's gotten used to it and knew where each trap was by now. He didn't protest having them anymore.

"You smell." He whispers playfully in her ear, leaning into her once they've made it through the doorway. His hands catch her by the waist and hold her to him as he watches the dogs move through the house. "I say we clean up."

She's pulled up short when Ben catches her by the waist and holds her, but she doesn't protest as he whispers in her ear. She smirks, tilting her head to lean her forehead against his temple.

"You're one to talk," she replies teasingly, before turning to pull away from him, reaching out to take her bag off his shoulder and move further into the room, only to drop her bag on the couch and turn back towards him.

"Getting cleaned up sounds like a solid plan."

"After you." He lets her take the bag from him, just watching her move about the room. After a moment he removes his lightsaber from his belt, depositing it on the nearest end table, to be picked up later.

His gloves go next, shoved into his pockets as he continues to watch her, his brown eyes chasing each movement she made.

Edited 2018-07-24 03:57 (UTC)

She puts her lightsaber next to his, before moving into his space. Throwing her arms around his neck she smiles up at him, her fingers knitting together at the back of his neck.

"So did you want to go first, me, or do we want to see if the bath can fit us both?"

"It might be a tight fit, but it would save on water." He isn't thinking about water at all when she suggests they bathe together. He suddenly can't think about anything beyond her.

"I'm willing to find out if you are." He grins, a flush creeping up on him as he leans in for a kiss.

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