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[letoldthingsdie]

WHO: Kylo Ren, Rey, Obi-wan and whoever else wants to stop by.
WHAT: It's Rey's Rifter-versary and they're celebrating?
WHEN: Whenever things aren't going crazy???
WHERE: Rey and Kylo's home
NOTES: Bring your party hats?

While Kylo wasn't a huge fan of being around a crowd of people, he wanted to do something nice for Rey. She had done so much in her time to become a part of the people who lived here in Thedas and had been here long enough to find a place for herself. He wanted to celebrate that, and to show her he cared that she was here, that others were happy she was here too.

Ever the dutiful partner, he starts the 'festivities' with food. A nice dinner for them and their guest(s) and he tried his best to play host.

Comments

[hello_there]

"Having met Iorveth, at least once, I can say that that doesn't surprise me," Which is, for once, not really an insult. In that tone, it's almost a compliment, "You both should have friends."

Attachment, his mind substituted for him, and he clamped his jaw down on the word. It wasn't the Jedi way. But the Order was dead. For a moment he stood there wearing a pleasant mask, as the endless echo why why why why boiled up in his ears like a low, volcanic rumble.

And then the ambient chatter returned, Kylo and Rey poking at one another, and smiling. Smiling at him. Attachment. Obi-Wan took a single, sharp, bracing breath, and tried to put the moment aside.

"Come now, let's have a drink."

[letoldthingsdie]

"Iorveth is... well-" He waves a hand wordlessly, his face almost contorting animatedly, as if that sums up their relationship perfectly. Iorveth felt like a kindred spirit in a lot of ways and yet he was calmer than Kylo could ever hope to be, despite the harshness the elf had experienced in his long life. At the mention of drinks, Kylo nods once, all too happy for the change in direction of their conversation.

"Drinks. Yes, lets." He has a glass ready to be filled with whatever alcohol Obi-Wan has brought. It was strange. The Jedi prided themselves on abstinence and yet Obi-wan had drank the last time he came to his house too. He wonders just how much of the Jedi that Luke had taught him was entirely accurate.

[provenforce]

Rey rolls her eyes a little as Ben stammers over trying to explain his relationship with Iorveth, though it's with good nature. She likes Iorveth, and thinks that his friendship has been as good for Ben as everything else about this place pulling him away from the dark.

At the mention of drinks Rey nods her head, pulling away from Ben to move towards the kitchen counter, wine bottle from Obi-Wan in hand.

"Do you want me to open your wine or would you prefer something else? We've got a few different things." She reaches into the cabinet and pulls down a few different bottles, ranging from brandy in a bottle that Rey clearly bought more because it was pretty than because she wanted it's contents, to something in a jug that looks like it was probably brewed in someone's bedroom at the Gallows.