restoring the galaxy to its rightful state.

#CRYLORXN :: { IND &. HIGHLY SEL. } blog for Kylo Ren written by ti. This is an 18+ blog due to nsfw, blood, gore, &. various triggering content. All things will be tagged accordingly. Both mun &. muse are of age. I do not write Reylo, for it makes me uncomfy but i do not mind if others ship it. IC =/= OOC.

“Between us, I’m sure I’m less likely to know the answer to that.”

But if he’s learned anything from the scallywags that’ve begun appearing in his life as of late, only people with things to hide would ask.

Nevertheless, Will doesn’t press it. If the man wants to hide (and not drink like he’s saying, else there’d be some manner of spirits with him), then he wants to hide. It isn’t as if Will’s any better, coming here to eat a distance away from his companions’ merry acts of debauchery.

“I don’t mind silence,” Will says, taking a wrapped piece of bread from the rucksack he’d taken with him. “But I hope you don’t mind company.

“This is the only place here that’s even remotely quiet.”

Kylo gave a defeated look and leaned his head back against the wall. He knew the man wasn’t gonna go away and even if he would, asking was the hard part. 

Sure, he could easily demand things but asking wasn’t in his nature. At least, it didn’t feel like it was. That died with Ben a long time ago, when he didn’t have the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders.

“Help yourself...” 

Perhaps the company would do him some good. It wasn’t everyday Kylo had company.

“So...” he began, “What is this place like? Besides the usual...”

Will’s lips press together. “Because you don’t look okay.”

He looks around them, hands slipping into his pockets, and then shrugs.

“And this isn’t a place people go to if they’re all right.”

This planet, Will thinks, is a pimple on the ass of the galaxy. Tortuga, he continues to think, is the pus coming out of it.

Not that he doesn’t appreciate where he lives. These days there aren’t very many places out of the reach of the First Order, and he supposes he ought to count himself lucky he is where he is. But at the same time he can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to pursue the stars instead of living surrounded by water.

It’s beyond his station, though. Helping (Captain) Jack Sparrow already drives him crazy, and he’s sure a galaxy full of characters would just lead to hemorrhaging.

“Most folk come to Tortuga to drink, gamble, or…” He gestures absently. Sleep with people is unspoken. “…elsewise they come to hide.

“Like you.” Will sits on a barrel a few measures away. “And me.”

“I don’t hide... Drink? Maybe.” Kylo released the breath he didn’t know he was holding in, “People like me can’t hide. Where I am from, hiding is never an option.”

Looking up at the man, he leaned forward and narrowed his eyes.

“We are not the same.” And they weren’t at least, that was what Kylo thought. He was the darkness, the evil, and the hated. The other didn’t seem to be the type, especially since he was on a planet the First order didn’t even know existed. If they did, there wouldn’t be much to take over anyways.

Kylo knew this would be a good place to start. He just had to be careful to not get recognized around here, not that he cared if it happened but anyone could have certain contacts.

He could always move around, anyways.

“What do I have to hide?”

Kylo kept quiet, thinking about his words carefully as he tried to string together yet another lie. He couldn’t tell if he was okay and he didn’t like the linger feeling of doubt. The regret that was his wrong-doings of the galaxy. (Surely the man knew of what he had done.)

“Yes.” The words sounded forced- and they were- but the worst part was he couldn’t even look the other in the eyes. His still form sat upon a chair of some random building he had stumbled upon. The truth was, he was lost and the life he once had was thrown away. The images of Palpatine and Rey flashed behind his eyelids. It was torture.

Perhaps he should’ve died in the midst of healing Rey. He couldn’t even take Rey’s hand when she asked for him to come back to them. What was the point? Kylo had no one left. He felt his mother die through the force and he had murdered his father in front of those who once knew Ben.

Was he even truly Ben? “Why do you keep asking me that?”