Kylo "Worst Disney Princess" Ren (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lostapprentice) wrote2035-01-06 02:37 am
lostapprentice) wrote2035-01-06 02:37 am
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[As he steps away, Leia steps closer. She may be willing to respect Kylo's need for physical distance when she's normal, but under the effects of all this, she wants to be close to him. His own wishes aren't really in her mind, not compared to just being near him.]
Does it have to be from afar?
Does it have to be from afar?
[With his back turned to her, his expression is unreadable. All the more reason to continue walking away—the somber look he knows must be in his eyes would probably be met with pity.]
It's better that way.
It's better that way.
[Kylo very nearly didn't respond at all. It was tempting to just reject the request without even a word.]
Make it quick and don't expect me to care.
Make it quick and don't expect me to care.
[ That would have been just as fine - Even though Anakin would just have tried at a different time. ]
I want to apologize. For what I said and how I acted.
It wasn't right.
[ A very simple truth. ]
I want to apologize. For what I said and how I acted.
It wasn't right.
[ A very simple truth. ]
I'm surprised you were able to come to that conclusion.
[... it doesn't sound like he's very accepting of that apology, and there's a sense of sharp scrutiny through the connection. Still, it's... something, that he hasn't cut off the conversation entirely.]
Don't think it'll be so easy. If you want my forgiveness, you're going to have to work for it.
[... it doesn't sound like he's very accepting of that apology, and there's a sense of sharp scrutiny through the connection. Still, it's... something, that he hasn't cut off the conversation entirely.]
Don't think it'll be so easy. If you want my forgiveness, you're going to have to work for it.
That's only fair.
[ Hey, at the very least this is a far better reaction he'd ever be getting from Leia. ]
I've made mistakes before, Kylo. Some of them take time to fully be recognized as such.
[ Especially when his mind is a mess, but he's not looking for an excuse. ]
[ Hey, at the very least this is a far better reaction he'd ever be getting from Leia. ]
I've made mistakes before, Kylo. Some of them take time to fully be recognized as such.
[ Especially when his mind is a mess, but he's not looking for an excuse. ]
Yes, you have.
[He already pointed out the main offender of said mistakes during their last conversation, in his mind. He would do it again, but he doesn't have the patience.
... Anakin may have to suffer through a long period of Kylo insulting him bitterly at every opportunity.]
[He already pointed out the main offender of said mistakes during their last conversation, in his mind. He would do it again, but he doesn't have the patience.
... Anakin may have to suffer through a long period of Kylo insulting him bitterly at every opportunity.]
Well then.
I made it quick as you requested, so I will leave you alone once more.
[ The fun of having grandchildren... And children. Maybe he shouldn't have been so happy about the news back then after all... ]
I made it quick as you requested, so I will leave you alone once more.
[ The fun of having grandchildren... And children. Maybe he shouldn't have been so happy about the news back then after all... ]
Good.
[Kylo closes the connection without further ado in a manner not unlike slamming a door—well, maybe not slamming, but there is almost a force to it that Anakin can probably feel.
Problems with his family aren't new, and his reaction to them is almost always belligerence, even if the feelings aren't always anger.]
[Kylo closes the connection without further ado in a manner not unlike slamming a door—well, maybe not slamming, but there is almost a force to it that Anakin can probably feel.
Problems with his family aren't new, and his reaction to them is almost always belligerence, even if the feelings aren't always anger.]
[It may be well over a year since Leia found herself here in Verens, but unfortunately even in that time, her cooking talent is... well, less than talented. Better than before, yes, but not fantastic, owing to the ease of ordering food or just making something that doesn't actually require cooking.
The exception to that is, thanks to Bail being here, Leia has taken to trying to figure out approximations of Alderaanian recipes here. His experience with cooking made finding substitutes for foods she knew well much easier than before. Her cooking isn't up to his skill level, no, but it's passable and tastes like it should, which is the important part really. And it's because of that that Leia, dressed in a coat suiting the weather but no scarf or anything of the sort, is at Kylo's door--knocking, sealed dish in hand--today. Even if he doesn't wind up talking with her much at all (or even if he winds up throwing the food away), she at least has to try and share his Alderaanian heritage with him, as best as she can here.]
The exception to that is, thanks to Bail being here, Leia has taken to trying to figure out approximations of Alderaanian recipes here. His experience with cooking made finding substitutes for foods she knew well much easier than before. Her cooking isn't up to his skill level, no, but it's passable and tastes like it should, which is the important part really. And it's because of that that Leia, dressed in a coat suiting the weather but no scarf or anything of the sort, is at Kylo's door--knocking, sealed dish in hand--today. Even if he doesn't wind up talking with her much at all (or even if he winds up throwing the food away), she at least has to try and share his Alderaanian heritage with him, as best as she can here.]
[Kylo answers the door with slightly more speed than usual with his mother—but seeing as he doesn't always answer the door period, that's not a high bar to make. So basically, he gets to the door after a minute or two.
His hair is tied back low against his neck, and his sleeves are rolled up; he was clearly in the middle of something before she knocked on the door, but the dull look on his face isn't any different from any of the other times he's "greeted" her.
There's an oddly familiar smell in the air, now that the door is open.]
Make it quick.
His hair is tied back low against his neck, and his sleeves are rolled up; he was clearly in the middle of something before she knocked on the door, but the dull look on his face isn't any different from any of the other times he's "greeted" her.
There's an oddly familiar smell in the air, now that the door is open.]
Make it quick.
[She would take a moment to be surprised by his appearance--she's seen Kylo in many different instances with different outfits, but him with his hair tied back and sleeves rolled up is a new one--if she wasn't surprised by the familiar smell wafting from inside the house. She furrows her brow, distracted from Kylo's snapped response and the entire reason she stopped by to visit by that smell.]
Were you cooking something?
Were you cooking something?
[Ugh, didn't he just say to make it quick? Obviously she's putting off the inevitable by asking him stupid questions... but he endeavors to keep his irritation controlled so that uh, he doesn't burn anything. It's a good exercise for restraint, cooking in this world.]
Clearly. Do you think Hux makes the meals in this house?
Clearly. Do you think Hux makes the meals in this house?
[Rey screwed up.
No, not by standing in front of Kylo Ren's house with gifts for him. And not by having so many gifts for him, albeit mostly small gifts. Not by even having the desire to give him gifts in the first place. (Though she supposes those should probably count. She just can't bring herself to care.)
She screwed up because the gifts she has are an odd assortment of trinkets that will more than likely be meaningless to him and jokes he probably won't think are funny. Which wouldn't be nearly so bad if she didn't have so many and had actually given them to him one by one as she acquired them instead of collecting them into one big stupid bunch. A bunch she's now got to give to him all at once randomly like the socially awful creature he'll almost certainly think she is. And the worst part is he wouldn't be completely wrong about that, desert scavenger that she is. But she's learned enough to know that walking up to someone's house and handed him some rubbish you should have given him months ago isn't anywhere near normal.
But she's here. And he'll have sensed her by now so it's too late to leave. So Rey takes a deep breath, clutches the smooth, black wood box tighter in her hands and adjusts the brown-paper-wrapped lumpy parcel under her arm, and approaches the door to give it three quick taps.]
Hello in there! It's me.
No, not by standing in front of Kylo Ren's house with gifts for him. And not by having so many gifts for him, albeit mostly small gifts. Not by even having the desire to give him gifts in the first place. (Though she supposes those should probably count. She just can't bring herself to care.)
She screwed up because the gifts she has are an odd assortment of trinkets that will more than likely be meaningless to him and jokes he probably won't think are funny. Which wouldn't be nearly so bad if she didn't have so many and had actually given them to him one by one as she acquired them instead of collecting them into one big stupid bunch. A bunch she's now got to give to him all at once randomly like the socially awful creature he'll almost certainly think she is. And the worst part is he wouldn't be completely wrong about that, desert scavenger that she is. But she's learned enough to know that walking up to someone's house and handed him some rubbish you should have given him months ago isn't anywhere near normal.
But she's here. And he'll have sensed her by now so it's too late to leave. So Rey takes a deep breath, clutches the smooth, black wood box tighter in her hands and adjusts the brown-paper-wrapped lumpy parcel under her arm, and approaches the door to give it three quick taps.]
Hello in there! It's me.
[Ren shakes his head at the sound of Rey's knocking—he wondered how long it would take her to actually do something other than stalk outside, and he half expected her to leave. But she's apparently here for a visit, which is pleasant enough a prospect.
He opens the door with an amused quirk to his lips.]
"Hello in there."
[That's adorable. He steps aside to let her in, tilting his head as he spots those two packages. That is... suspiciously appropriate. He hesitates to make any assumptions, however; that tends to be a mistake when it comes to Rey.]
To what do I owe the visit?
He opens the door with an amused quirk to his lips.]
"Hello in there."
[That's adorable. He steps aside to let her in, tilting his head as he spots those two packages. That is... suspiciously appropriate. He hesitates to make any assumptions, however; that tends to be a mistake when it comes to Rey.]
To what do I owe the visit?
[Rey furrows her brow when he repeats her words. It seems like he's making a joke, based on his expression, but what that joke actually is is entirely beyond her. What was wrong with how she said hello?? That said, she doesn't dislike that little amused smirk, but. That's different. And has nothing to do with why she lets the matter go without comment.
She glances past him to the inside of his house, where he's clearly indicating she is welcome to go, and all she can think about is sitting in his living room as he goes through each stupid gift, probably with that smirk and—Nope. He didn't actually ask her to come inside, which means she can feign ignorance and not have to come with an excuse not to go in, and hell if she won't take that chance to escape with a shred of her dignity intact. Rey gestures with the items she's holding, turning her attention back to Kylo, and shrugs with the shoulder of her unoccupied arm.]
Seemed as good a day as any. I brought you some things. [She manages to make that explanation sound almost nonchalant. Yeah, so what if it's completely random and weird? Big deal!
And then she takes the package out from under her arm, places the smaller box on top, and holds them out to him in an emphatic motion that is only a few inches shy of being described as "shoving things at his chest like a neanderthal," giving him an expectant look. If she can get him to take them, then she's free.]
She glances past him to the inside of his house, where he's clearly indicating she is welcome to go, and all she can think about is sitting in his living room as he goes through each stupid gift, probably with that smirk and—Nope. He didn't actually ask her to come inside, which means she can feign ignorance and not have to come with an excuse not to go in, and hell if she won't take that chance to escape with a shred of her dignity intact. Rey gestures with the items she's holding, turning her attention back to Kylo, and shrugs with the shoulder of her unoccupied arm.]
Seemed as good a day as any. I brought you some things. [She manages to make that explanation sound almost nonchalant. Yeah, so what if it's completely random and weird? Big deal!
And then she takes the package out from under her arm, places the smaller box on top, and holds them out to him in an emphatic motion that is only a few inches shy of being described as "shoving things at his chest like a neanderthal," giving him an expectant look. If she can get him to take them, then she's free.]
Is that so?
[A good a day as any. He wonders if it really is coincidence, but it must be. If she knew, then his parents would probably know soon after, and he hasn't been bothered by them at all...
He doesn't take them yet, having a feeling that she's planning an escape. Is there something about the house that makes her always so eager to flee? Surely it's not him at this point; they've met without incident a few times elsewhere.
To that end, he folds his arms and gives her an expectant look right back.]
You're not honestly going to shove a few things at me and then leave, are you? At least let me make you some tea.
[The promise of sustenance will surely make her take the obvious invitation inside that he knows she can see.]
[A good a day as any. He wonders if it really is coincidence, but it must be. If she knew, then his parents would probably know soon after, and he hasn't been bothered by them at all...
He doesn't take them yet, having a feeling that she's planning an escape. Is there something about the house that makes her always so eager to flee? Surely it's not him at this point; they've met without incident a few times elsewhere.
To that end, he folds his arms and gives her an expectant look right back.]
You're not honestly going to shove a few things at me and then leave, are you? At least let me make you some tea.
[The promise of sustenance will surely make her take the obvious invitation inside that he knows she can see.]
[Most of what she knows about Hux is that he's a dick that blows up planets, and that he's physically not very strong. And that he burns when out in the sun for like two seconds, probably. But that doesn't mean she's forgotten the time she visited ages ago where Hux was eating a plain, untoasted bagel with no toppings on it whatsoever. So the very idea is enough to bring a faint amused smile to Leia's face.]
No, I doubt that would go over well.
[But that aside--]
What is it you're making?
[And another pause, before remembering the original reason she was here. Leia holds out the container she brought with her for Kylo to take, if he's so inclined.]
I brought this for you, but you might have to put it away for later if you're already cooking for yourself.
No, I doubt that would go over well.
[But that aside--]
What is it you're making?
[And another pause, before remembering the original reason she was here. Leia holds out the container she brought with her for Kylo to take, if he's so inclined.]
I brought this for you, but you might have to put it away for later if you're already cooking for yourself.
[For one short moment, Rey considers making an excuse to leave. Work to do. Errands to run. She could come up with something. But he'd see through it just as quickly as he saw through her first attempt, and then he'd be even more insistent. Or worse, take it personally. She'd be forced to explain her trepidation just to make sure he didn't misunderstand, and if she's going to have to do that regardless, well... she'll take the option that involves tea.
Rey pulls her arms back with an expression that is definitely not a pout, does not sigh heavily, and certainly doesn't brush sulkily past Kylo through his door.]
Tea sounds great.
Rey pulls her arms back with an expression that is definitely not a pout, does not sigh heavily, and certainly doesn't brush sulkily past Kylo through his door.]
Tea sounds great.
Good.
[He's clearly pleased with her acceptance of his offer, a few reddish sparks in the air around him, but he manages to suppress the feeling enough to make those disappear within a few seconds. He knows she tends to get huffy whenever he does anything resembling teasing her, even if it's just a look.
... even if she definitely deserves to be teased.
He leaves it for now, closing the door behind them and stepping over to the kitchen. The ground floor is open enough that he'll be visible standing at the counter as he prepares the tea, whether she decides to sit in the living room or the adjacent dining room.]
Make yourself comfortable.
[He's clearly pleased with her acceptance of his offer, a few reddish sparks in the air around him, but he manages to suppress the feeling enough to make those disappear within a few seconds. He knows she tends to get huffy whenever he does anything resembling teasing her, even if it's just a look.
... even if she definitely deserves to be teased.
He leaves it for now, closing the door behind them and stepping over to the kitchen. The ground floor is open enough that he'll be visible standing at the counter as he prepares the tea, whether she decides to sit in the living room or the adjacent dining room.]
Make yourself comfortable.
[Make yourself comfortable. Easier said than done.
Rey sets the gifts down on an end table and wanders into the dining room, partly to watch Kylo in the kitchen and partly for the sake of exploration. She hasn't been in his house often, and it's been a while, so she spends some time poking around whatever furniture or decor can be found in his dining room. After all, he did say to make herself comfortable, and Rey is in just petty enough of a mood to take him at his word even though she suspects he was merely offering her a seat. That's what he gets for inviting a scavenger inside his home.
And, well, if leaving her presents in a different room causes her to be lucky enough for him to forget about them until after she leaves, then that's a bonus.]
What kind of tea are you making?
Rey sets the gifts down on an end table and wanders into the dining room, partly to watch Kylo in the kitchen and partly for the sake of exploration. She hasn't been in his house often, and it's been a while, so she spends some time poking around whatever furniture or decor can be found in his dining room. After all, he did say to make herself comfortable, and Rey is in just petty enough of a mood to take him at his word even though she suspects he was merely offering her a seat. That's what he gets for inviting a scavenger inside his home.
And, well, if leaving her presents in a different room causes her to be lucky enough for him to forget about them until after she leaves, then that's a bonus.]
What kind of tea are you making?
[Hux is pretty competent at making tea. That's about all Ren is willing to give him culinary-wise, even if there are many other things he likes about the general.]
Dinner. Which I had already planned, so yes, I'll have to.
[He knows better than to admit to what exactly he's making, lest Leia take it the wrong way. ... he goes ahead and takes the dish, however, because he knows she probably won't leave until he does.]
Dinner. Which I had already planned, so yes, I'll have to.
[He knows better than to admit to what exactly he's making, lest Leia take it the wrong way. ... he goes ahead and takes the dish, however, because he knows she probably won't leave until he does.]
Jasmine.
[He does occasionally glance over to what she's doing, just in case she moves anything. He's gotten less... antsy about people touching his things, though he still likes to keep his home arranged in a particular way.]
Have you had it? [He has a feeling she doesn't exactly seek out particular kinds of tea, but someone might have treated her at some point. It occurs to him he doesn't know what sort of people she's met her aside from those from their galaxy...]
[He does occasionally glance over to what she's doing, just in case she moves anything. He's gotten less... antsy about people touching his things, though he still likes to keep his home arranged in a particular way.]
Have you had it? [He has a feeling she doesn't exactly seek out particular kinds of tea, but someone might have treated her at some point. It occurs to him he doesn't know what sort of people she's met her aside from those from their galaxy...]
[His response is an answer, yes, but it's not a specific enough answer for Leia, especially not with how familiar that smells.]
Yes, but what is it?
[She pauses, again, trying to place just what she's smelling here. It doesn't seem much like anything she's eaten here.]
It's something from home, isn't it?
Yes, but what is it?
[She pauses, again, trying to place just what she's smelling here. It doesn't seem much like anything she's eaten here.]
It's something from home, isn't it?
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