#griserey

After a few standard days, long enough to get healed as much as possible, Dr. Kalonia had finally let him and Rey emerge. He was given clothing, which actually fit him, and she had passed him a jacket that reminded him of one that Han had worn. Ben managed a soft smile as he put on the jacket, tugging at the bottom to get it to lay properly. He had no weapons, although he desired to get his lightsaber back. Of all the rash decisions, tossing it into the roiling sea had not been his most rash. With a look at Rey, his soft smile widened a little.

@griserey​: [ text ] I think perhaps that I would like this month to be over.

@griserey​ sent: “Can’t sleep?” meme || Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

          KNEELING DOWN TO SOMEONE ELSE.    An action that he had always found disgraceful.    Something he’d rather go through unimaginable pain instead of doing.    Extreme,  perhaps that how it might have sounded to people that didn’t knew him but there was a reason behind the way he thought.    Years,  decades,  were spent under someone else’s hold,  forced to keep his head down,  to kneel in the presence of someone undeserving of his respect,  before he was able to break the chains that held him down,  to claim the throne for himself.

          Ruling upon hell,  both feared and respected in equal amount.    So much passed that it almost made the past feel like a distant memory.

          And yet,  everything he had known was turned upside down ever since she came into his life,  or rather,  since she summoned him.    It was supposed to be easy,  accidental summoning always were;  oh,  how wrong he was.    Trick them and claim their soul,  something that became almost a hobby.    But there was something about her that kept drawing him in,  that made the demon want to be around her.

          She was special.

          She must have been because it wasn’t an everyday occurrence seeing Kylo shifting his appearance just to pass as a human being,  and all just so he could let Rey drag him around her favorite places.    Something that had been happening quite often lately.    It was only later on,  when the clear sky was starting to darken and the moon was starting to make its presence known,  tucked away in the room he had been and seen countless of times,  that Kylo was ready to go back to his realm.    But there was a thought stopping him,  a little voice in the back of his mind that wouldn’t leave him alone.    Perhaps he should listen to it.    And he did.

          He turned to look at her,  crimson hues taking in everything about her while she was sitting on the bed looking back at him.    Lovely.    It was then that he moved,  a couple of silent steps taken towards her.    Carefully lowering onto his knees,  ah,  funny how something he despited doing suddenly felt right,  his hands reaching for hers.    A gentle hold as he brought Rey’s hands to his mouth,  soft kisses pressed against each and every of her knuckles,  while his eyes never left hers.    Adoration shining behind crimson hues.    And while his next words held a heavy offer tangled with them,  there was smirk pulling at his lips,  sharp teeth between through.    ❝  Come with me.  ❞  

@griserey​: “Do you remember when you taught me to swim? I was like a brick that first time. I’d never seen so much water and you moved with so much grace through the water I thought you had to be aquatic in some way. But you were so patient. I love coming here for that.”

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .   (  a  series  of  kiss  prompts .   some  nsfw  material  present .   )

there was a certain level of elation that came with a fight like this. it wasn’t the adrenaline (though that made him feel so hyperfocused he swore he could feel his heart beating against his ribcage) or even the anticipation (though he can admire the caustic edge to their movements). it was more about the satisfaction of attempting something like this and feeling himself improve.

ben took another step, continuing their orbit around each other, the mat squeaking beneath his feet under their combined weight. the rest of the studio was empty. private lessons, accelerated improvement. that had been his idea when he’d first stumbled upon the krav maga classes. he was happy his hypothesis paid off. 

he struck on a whim, attempting to land a blow to her abdomen, but rey was too quick. she completed some complex maneuver that involved a spin, a kick, and suddenly ben was on his back with her above him, their faces only inches apart. his lungs deflated in a quick rush and he was pretty sure he was seeing stars. or he would have been had he been capable of focusing on anything except the way beads of sweat trickled down her temples and the determined glint in her eye. 

there was a pause in which their breathing was far too loud. chest heaving, ben almost went cross eyed as he counted every freckle across the bridge of her nose. all thirteen of them. 

SEND ”IF YOU HOLD STILL, IT WON’T HURT AS MUCH” TO PATCH UP A WOUND ON MY MUSE

ben’s jaw ached from gritting his teeth together. he opened his mouth, closed it again, and then hissed in pain. 

“it’s – ow – not your fault,” he tried. kark, he was bad at this. organas, solos, skywalkers...his entire family excelled in fussy dispositions that led to short tempers and a general lack of patience. it didn’t help that the wound on his side was still bleeding. 

ben released a shaky exhale. rey was also bad at this. well, she was actually quite good at this given that her medic skills were honed on a desert planet with limited resources. he clenched his fist thinking about how many of her own wounds she’d likely had to tend to in the past without bacta or stims or pain meds to take the edge off. 

@griserey​ sent:  💋 💋

meme: Send 💋 if your muse wants a kiss from mine || ACCEPTING