#inarretable

“All things are preludes.”

There are pieces of him that remember their child tissue. What it was like to be an organum. The young Kylo, who was a battle before the war.

This, here, now, will be no different.

It could be a prayer. They could be kneeling to a shrine, now, and how many species would call theirs a faith? What is a credo, if not religion?

“Were your mother's sins not preludes to your own?”

Perhaps they all have traitor blood. Perhaps this— ephemeral, slivered time, a lacuna in an unreachable garden, far enough from the shadow of a father— is only an excuse to bleed.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Kylo gathers himself without motion, his temporal pool receding from whatever place this wisdom comes from. Whatever place this renegement between them will soon go. A place where what is now a body becomes a greater one, or none at all.

Kylo, now of the Ren, beginning the end of another name, cants his spectered eyeline from the way wherein he kneels. Karitza glimmers, interminable, like her metal does. She effuses the dark from above him.

“Time holds nothing. Snoke will realize this, like he realized me.”

Lucky raises both eyebrows at her words. The implication behind them not lost on him. " Yeah ? Well , not good enough apparently . " He says, then takes a moment to take the stranger in. A threatening figure if he's ever seen one. Her intentions unclear, he puts a hand on the rifle strapped to his back.

[ door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ] — @inarretable

                    steps sped into a burst of a dash at the other’s pause, rush born from the desire to not inconvenience.   but in her hurry, she hardly forgot to glance up at the masked woman, a flash of a smile spreading across her lips, an inaudible but obvious  ‘thank you’  mouthed there.    and in a moment, the lab laid behind the historian, the endless stretch of shinning corridors, the visored troopers, uniformed officers, jumpsuited techicians ahead, all the starkest reminder of exactly where she stood.

                    an icy hand clenched around her instantly racing heart, boots fastening to the deck in an abrupt halt.   as if margot could ever truly forget, and yet, she had.   the utter agony and wonder twisted her gut in the same painful vise as her chest, her grip tightening upon the datapad pressed against.   overwhelmed, she drowned within, this sense of being utterly trapped within a labyrinth.

                    a stuttering breath, frozen in her lungs perhaps several moments too long, blew from her lips, the woman dragging herself back to life with smarting eyes and far too many blinks.   when she glanced behind to the knight still hovering, a smile still remained, a jovial attempt in her tone, yet it felt drained of any genuine power.     ❝  i think my blood sugar just dropped.  ❞     not entirely a lie, several hours having passed since her last meal, but far from the true reasons for her sudden imitation of a statue outside the door.   and dread still brewed within, burning at the interior of ribs with a relentlessness she would have envied had it been a being.