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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At least you have someone who cares enough to scold you Ren. Is that really such a bad thing? Though you're reminding him of your grandfather with that huffiness. It amuses the Jedi a little.
"I understand," Obi-Wan said as he finished his tea, getting up from his seat to take Ren's cup if he's done with it.
"The memories will fade in time, but you should still try to rest until then. Your body and mind can't heal without it."
"I understand," Obi-Wan said as he finished his tea, getting up from his seat to take Ren's cup if he's done with it.
"The memories will fade in time, but you should still try to rest until then. Your body and mind can't heal without it."
Ren took a few final sips from his own cup before handing it to the other man—he wasn't finished, exactly, but he only had so much desire to drink it. At least he had some of it.
With his working hand free, he moved to rub his face.
"That would be much easier if I could stand to keep my eyes closed."
He didn't feel the need to explain like he had with Hux; Obi-Wan could simply sense what he meant. As if to bring attention to it, he attempted to close them again, and after two or three seconds, the buzzing sensation of an instinctive fear took control, making his heart jump and forcing his eyes open again.
It had been the same every time he'd tried to sleep since he came back three days prior. The only moments of rest he'd gotten were short moments where he simply fainted from exhaustion, and they'd ended within minutes.
With his working hand free, he moved to rub his face.
"That would be much easier if I could stand to keep my eyes closed."
He didn't feel the need to explain like he had with Hux; Obi-Wan could simply sense what he meant. As if to bring attention to it, he attempted to close them again, and after two or three seconds, the buzzing sensation of an instinctive fear took control, making his heart jump and forcing his eyes open again.
It had been the same every time he'd tried to sleep since he came back three days prior. The only moments of rest he'd gotten were short moments where he simply fainted from exhaustion, and they'd ended within minutes.
At least he did, and Obi-Wan wasn't going to push him to drink it all. If he didn't like it that was up to him. Can't win them all. Taking the cups, he watched silently as Ren tried closing his eyes in an effort to sleep... only to jerk them open again.
Well... looks like he needed more than just a bit of tea.
Setting the cups aside, the Jedi bent down and placed his hand on Ren's shoulder.
"Just relax, Ben. Let me help you."
Kylo would probably recognize that Obi-Wan was using the Force to try and calm him. He could resist if he really wanted to, but if he didn't... he would find himself being lulled into a deep dreamless sleep.
Well... looks like he needed more than just a bit of tea.
Setting the cups aside, the Jedi bent down and placed his hand on Ren's shoulder.
"Just relax, Ben. Let me help you."
Kylo would probably recognize that Obi-Wan was using the Force to try and calm him. He could resist if he really wanted to, but if he didn't... he would find himself being lulled into a deep dreamless sleep.
For several moments, it seemed as if Ren were going to doze off, his eyes slowly drifting shut. But when his mind caught up with what was happening, with the fact that the Force was being used on him, a weak shield snapped into place to try and block it, and the man let out a quiet noise of surprise as he tensed physically.
It was an automatic reaction. Ren himself wanted to accept Obi-Wan's help, but he'd been so focused on fighting for the past several years, physically and mentally, it was hard to let anyone in without it. He didn't move from where he sat or try to shake off the Jedi's hand. He knew he needed this.
It was difficult for him to stop resisting—he hardly knew how to be calm at all—but after a few more seconds, he did eventually relax enough for Obi-Wan's influence to win out. Finally, sleep took hold of him, and he slumped forward in his chair.
It was an automatic reaction. Ren himself wanted to accept Obi-Wan's help, but he'd been so focused on fighting for the past several years, physically and mentally, it was hard to let anyone in without it. He didn't move from where he sat or try to shake off the Jedi's hand. He knew he needed this.
It was difficult for him to stop resisting—he hardly knew how to be calm at all—but after a few more seconds, he did eventually relax enough for Obi-Wan's influence to win out. Finally, sleep took hold of him, and he slumped forward in his chair.
Fighting it hadn't been completely unexpected, but thankfully Ren seems to succumb to it and unceremoniously falls asleep. And well... he can't really leave him that way, all slumped over like that.
So Obi-Wan scoops up Kylo Ren... all... 6'2'' of him. Which looks rather ridiculous considering how much shorter he is. But it's almost alarming how light the other man is. He should be... heavier. But well, that's from the past month taking a toll on him he's pretty sure.
The Jedi carries Kylo Ren to his bed and lays him down so he can sleep properly. Even so much as pulling the covers over him. Finding a place to sit, Obi-Wan will watch over Ben for however long he remains asleep.
So Obi-Wan scoops up Kylo Ren... all... 6'2'' of him. Which looks rather ridiculous considering how much shorter he is. But it's almost alarming how light the other man is. He should be... heavier. But well, that's from the past month taking a toll on him he's pretty sure.
The Jedi carries Kylo Ren to his bed and lays him down so he can sleep properly. Even so much as pulling the covers over him. Finding a place to sit, Obi-Wan will watch over Ben for however long he remains asleep.
[The day had only started but he had arrived at Kylo Ren's house with an Enforcer that would be able to do something about the man. Poe knew and understood the rules of the arrangement. But he would be at the door for now waiting and pondering if he should really be doing this. However, the other seemed more keen on making sure no more killing happened. What the blast was all of that about? It seemed really strange. Perhaps this place could change people into becoming better. That better being whatever Kylo Ren would think was better.]
[There's a book in his hands. It seems rather thick on first glance. Poe gives the Enforcer a glance as they seemed to be growing impatient. He would knock on the door a few times before glancing around the outside. It seemed small but it might actually be spacious on the inside. He shifts a little while putting the book down at his side instead of in front of him. For now, he didn't want Kylo Ren's attention drawn to it right away. He wanted to give it to him at the right moment. But.. is there ever a right moment when it comes to this man?]
[There's a book in his hands. It seems rather thick on first glance. Poe gives the Enforcer a glance as they seemed to be growing impatient. He would knock on the door a few times before glancing around the outside. It seemed small but it might actually be spacious on the inside. He shifts a little while putting the book down at his side instead of in front of him. For now, he didn't want Kylo Ren's attention drawn to it right away. He wanted to give it to him at the right moment. But.. is there ever a right moment when it comes to this man?]
[Ren answers the door with a neutral expression, and nothing in it changes even after he sees Poe in front of him. The pilot coming to see him has stopped being unexpected and started being something Ren considered an inevitability—more of a question of "when" than a question of "if."
He's dressed in something relatively simple, not unlike what he wore to the festival—high collared, long sleeved, gloves—though staying inside for so long means he's not bothering to wear a coat.]
Dameron.
[It's probably the first time he's addressed the man by name, but he doesn't bring any attention to it. He simply steps aside to allow Poe and the guard in, giving the latter a glance of acknowledgement. He has no reason to be particularly uncivil or annoyed; he's proven over the past month that he's willing to follow their rules and stay here, with a couple of exceptions regarding the sharing of information: the Symposium and the meeting of the Arehtei. Even with those, however, he didn't exactly storm out without permission. He just bothered them until they finally said yes.
Ren is casual in his own home, even though it's been invaded by strangers and annoyances for the past month. The strangers have become acquaintances, and the annoyances less annoying. He simply strides forward towards the lone armchair and sits in it, peering at Poe curiously.]
Any particular reason for your visit today, or should I expect more vague conversations about our feelings?
He's dressed in something relatively simple, not unlike what he wore to the festival—high collared, long sleeved, gloves—though staying inside for so long means he's not bothering to wear a coat.]
Dameron.
[It's probably the first time he's addressed the man by name, but he doesn't bring any attention to it. He simply steps aside to allow Poe and the guard in, giving the latter a glance of acknowledgement. He has no reason to be particularly uncivil or annoyed; he's proven over the past month that he's willing to follow their rules and stay here, with a couple of exceptions regarding the sharing of information: the Symposium and the meeting of the Arehtei. Even with those, however, he didn't exactly storm out without permission. He just bothered them until they finally said yes.
Ren is casual in his own home, even though it's been invaded by strangers and annoyances for the past month. The strangers have become acquaintances, and the annoyances less annoying. He simply strides forward towards the lone armchair and sits in it, peering at Poe curiously.]
Any particular reason for your visit today, or should I expect more vague conversations about our feelings?
[It's not too late in the night when Hux finally returns home-- returns to his temporary shared living area with Kylo Ren. He's not going to call the night a real success, but it hasn't been a complete waste of his time. It's just enough for Hux to consider attending more of these social gatherings in the future, to at least get more connections and understand this city just a bit more.
He steps into the house and it's not hard to see the fire that's burning in the backyard. It's enough for Hux to be slightly curious and he starts walking towards there instead of retiring to his room for the night.
Hux is still dressed in his outfit from the party and his hair is still free from its gel, but he doesn't seem too concerned about it as he stops next to Ren. For now, he doesn't say anything.]
He steps into the house and it's not hard to see the fire that's burning in the backyard. It's enough for Hux to be slightly curious and he starts walking towards there instead of retiring to his room for the night.
Hux is still dressed in his outfit from the party and his hair is still free from its gel, but he doesn't seem too concerned about it as he stops next to Ren. For now, he doesn't say anything.]
[Kylo Ren also looks a bit different than usual when Hux returns, although of course he didn't attend any of the festivities. He's leaning back in a chair near the fire pit, his bare hands curled loosely around the armrests and his collar unbuttoned, looking pensive, almost glum. It's difficult to tell whether the stark shadows in the area are merely due to the fire or thanks to Ren's mood.
It was easy to sense his roommate's return, even if he hadn't heard it. He doesn't turn to the man when he approaches, however; his eyes never leave the fire. Ren's voice is soft when he speaks, and largely neutral.]
Did you find the limits of your willingness to indulge in leisure?
It was easy to sense his roommate's return, even if he hadn't heard it. He doesn't turn to the man when he approaches, however; his eyes never leave the fire. Ren's voice is soft when he speaks, and largely neutral.]
Did you find the limits of your willingness to indulge in leisure?
[An unbuttoned collar and bare hands? Now, that's an unusual sight, almost as the one that Hux is currently displaying. The general decides not to comment about it, however, and just turns his attention to the fire once he gets a good look at Ren.
For whatever reason, the Force user seems... solemn. Not that it personally matters to him, but he's curious for the reason of it.]
My tolerance for such activities is incredibly low, but if it's for the sake of furthering our own goals, I can push through it. Whether or not I hold disdain matters little.
For whatever reason, the Force user seems... solemn. Not that it personally matters to him, but he's curious for the reason of it.]
My tolerance for such activities is incredibly low, but if it's for the sake of furthering our own goals, I can push through it. Whether or not I hold disdain matters little.
I don't see how attending a masquerade helps "our" goals.
[He takes a deep breath not unlike a sigh, shaking his head. Their goals. As if they've actually accomplished anything of significance together. They've always had different goals, even if it added up to a final vision, and Ren can't help but be reminded of his isolation.]
[He takes a deep breath not unlike a sigh, shaking his head. Their goals. As if they've actually accomplished anything of significance together. They've always had different goals, even if it added up to a final vision, and Ren can't help but be reminded of his isolation.]
[Wow don't question him.]
It's to establish connections, a necessary endeavor when we're isolated from the First Order. Although the usefulness of this may seem vague at the moment, they may be helpful in the future, whether it's for information or their own connections to the Arehtei or other groups here.
[Hux has to believe this, that everything he does is not for naught. He sits down on a nearby chair, implying that he's going to stick around for a bit.]
Simply avoiding all events will serve no purpose in the end.
It's to establish connections, a necessary endeavor when we're isolated from the First Order. Although the usefulness of this may seem vague at the moment, they may be helpful in the future, whether it's for information or their own connections to the Arehtei or other groups here.
[Hux has to believe this, that everything he does is not for naught. He sits down on a nearby chair, implying that he's going to stick around for a bit.]
Simply avoiding all events will serve no purpose in the end.
[Ren finally allows his eyes to drift over to Hux, leaning his chin against his left hand. He looks tired.]
Did you happen to make any new "connections," or did you only speak with a bunch of people wearing masks without learning their names?
[Avoiding implies effort. He won't deny the importance of assistance while they're alone on this planet, but he's fairly certain he heard that the "rules" of this stupid party were to keep your identity secret. It doesn't exactly mesh with making connections.]
Did you happen to make any new "connections," or did you only speak with a bunch of people wearing masks without learning their names?
[Avoiding implies effort. He won't deny the importance of assistance while they're alone on this planet, but he's fairly certain he heard that the "rules" of this stupid party were to keep your identity secret. It doesn't exactly mesh with making connections.]
[Hux can't stop himself from tensing a little, not liking the tone Ren is using with him.]
I've spoken to one new individual and a few people that now seem more open to the idea of working with me. I'd count that as a success.
[Talk about lowering his standards for success now.]
I've spoken to one new individual and a few people that now seem more open to the idea of working with me. I'd count that as a success.
[Talk about lowering his standards for success now.]
[The way Ren raises his eyebrows says he's taking note of those lowered standards.]
Incredible results, truly.
Incredible results, truly.
[Don't sass him, young man!!]
Getting allies and potential resources is a long process, Ren, especially since we don't have an organization to fall back on. But I don't expect you to understand this at all.
[So he's a bit salty and defensive.]
Getting allies and potential resources is a long process, Ren, especially since we don't have an organization to fall back on. But I don't expect you to understand this at all.
[So he's a bit salty and defensive.]
[He's only four years younger than you, Hux.
His gaze sobers as he turns it back to the fire, answering glumly.]
I understand our situation perfectly well.
[And he understands how little "connections" will get them, especially since their return relies on an entirely unknown factor. Either it will be random, or they'll have to rely on the fickle energy of emotions, which is extremely difficult to focus large amounts of into a particular goal. People will feel what they feel. Ren himself hates the idea of being told what to feel, after all.]
His gaze sobers as he turns it back to the fire, answering glumly.]
I understand our situation perfectly well.
[And he understands how little "connections" will get them, especially since their return relies on an entirely unknown factor. Either it will be random, or they'll have to rely on the fickle energy of emotions, which is extremely difficult to focus large amounts of into a particular goal. People will feel what they feel. Ren himself hates the idea of being told what to feel, after all.]
[Hux isn't quite sure if Ren does, but he actually doesn't want to get into an argument about it. As long as his co-commander understands that he's not just going to parties, then he can let this go.
The general looks up at the night sky for a moment, trying not to look weary or exhausted. Ren mentioned to him a couple months ago that he needed him to maintain his calm and for whatever reason, he doesn't want to fail him. It's giving him a sense of being the leader that he misses anyway.]
What are you doing out here?
The general looks up at the night sky for a moment, trying not to look weary or exhausted. Ren mentioned to him a couple months ago that he needed him to maintain his calm and for whatever reason, he doesn't want to fail him. It's giving him a sense of being the leader that he misses anyway.]
What are you doing out here?
[Ren lets out a long sigh, pausing a few more moments before responding quietly. If he notices Hux's exhaustion, he doesn't give any indication.]
Nothing. Thinking.
[Brooding. He doesn't know why he's in this sort of mood. Perhaps the monotony and the lack of progress is starting to get to him, but either way he just feels... useless.]
Nothing. Thinking.
[Brooding. He doesn't know why he's in this sort of mood. Perhaps the monotony and the lack of progress is starting to get to him, but either way he just feels... useless.]
[Huh, no wonder he found this behavior to be odd. Ren is thinking.]
About what? I feel that this a momentous occasion.
About what? I feel that this a momentous occasion.
[That comment earns Hux a glare, as if he hasn't been insulting the other man the past few minutes, too. The difference is that he doesn't feel he deserves it, of course.]
None of your business.
[It's not as snippy a reply as it would have been normally, but he certainly has no desire to share if the general is going to respond like that.]
None of your business.
[It's not as snippy a reply as it would have been normally, but he certainly has no desire to share if the general is going to respond like that.]
No, I'm quite curious. What have you been pondering this entire time? It's clearly affected you.
[He really wants to know the reason behind Ren's unusual behavior okay.]
[He really wants to know the reason behind Ren's unusual behavior okay.]
[Kylo returns his gaze to the fire, seeming hesitant for a few moments before shaking his head, an frustrated look directed at himself.]
It's nothing. Stupid things not worth discussing.
[He trails off into a mumble. A moment later, he takes a deep breath and folds his left arm over his chest, leaning forward to stare more intently at the fire.]
It's nothing. Stupid things not worth discussing.
[He trails off into a mumble. A moment later, he takes a deep breath and folds his left arm over his chest, leaning forward to stare more intently at the fire.]
Perhaps, but I would not be asking if I didn't care to know.
[Hux inwardly grimaced at the word 'care.' It was just curiosity, okay. Nothing more. Just an unfortunate turn of phrase.]
[Hux inwardly grimaced at the word 'care.' It was just curiosity, okay. Nothing more. Just an unfortunate turn of phrase.]
[Ren turns a suspicious eye towards the general, but what he finds there isn't quite what he expects. He expects to sense an underlying hostility, searching for an opportunity to mock him. Instead, what he feels is that... Hux genuinely wants to know.
He looks back to the fire, hesitant at first as he opens his mouth and closes it again.]
I hate—how helpless I feel here. Like real progress is impossible. [He lets out a frustrated huff of a breath before continuing more quietly.] I don't know how you stand it.
He looks back to the fire, hesitant at first as he opens his mouth and closes it again.]
I hate—how helpless I feel here. Like real progress is impossible. [He lets out a frustrated huff of a breath before continuing more quietly.] I don't know how you stand it.
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