#liftingrocks

#starter call

When   you   began   training   a   new   student,   you   never   knew   for   certain   what   path   they   would   follow.   In   the   years   since   opening   his   school,   Luke   had   trained   a   great   number   of   great   jedi   and   had   learned   that   unless   the   force   presented   him   with   a   vision,   it   was   impossible   that   he   could   ever   guarantee   to   know   what   life   would   bring   for   them   -   and   even   then,   sometimes   what   he   saw   wasn't   what   happened.   The   future   was   always   in   motion,   as   Master   Yoda   once   said.   

And   so   Luke   stopped   trying   to   figure   out   where   they   would   end   up   and   instead   learned   to   appreciate   the   journey,   to   live   in   the   moment   and   learn   from   his   students   even   as   he   taught   them.   By   the   time   @liftingrocks​   came   into   his   life   and   joined   the   school,   Luke   had   known   that   he   would   never   be   able   to   predict   what   path   she   would   walk,   but   he'd   never   doubted   she   was   capable   of   great   things.

As   he   watched   her   train   the   next   generation   of   the   Jedi,   Luke   knew   he   was   right.

❝  It  seems  feasible  enough.  ❞  She  responds  with  a  sigh,  brushing  a  few  stray  strands  of  hair  out  of  her  face.  Every  Force  user  struggled  with  the  call  to  the  Darkside  at  some  point  in  their  lives  as  far  as  she  understood.  Some  struggled  more  than  others,  the  only  reason  she  believed  she  could  pull  of  this  narrative  is  because  even  at  the  best  of  times  there  was  that  same  struggle  inside  of  her.  

There  were  days  Rey  had  stumbled  in  moments  of  anger  that  almost  mimicked  Ben’s  to  a  T,  moments  she  had  done  things  she  was  far  from  proud  of.  It  was  feasible  all  of  it,  even  if  that  particular  story  wasn’t  the  truth,  it  very  well  could  have  been.  Rey  would  be  lying  if  she  said  it  hadn’t  crossed  her  mind  in  that  throne  room.  Ben  had  just  beat  her  to  it.  

❝  Hux  is  going  to  be  our  biggest  threat.  His  words  have  weight  to  them,  they  trust  him.  ❞  Her  encounters  with  the  General  had  been  less  than  pleasant  in  the  past.  It  was  fair  to  say  Hux  wasn’t  Rey’s  biggest  fan,  he  came  with  the  biggest  risk,  if  he  turned  enough  people  against  the  two  of  them,  there  could  be  an  uprising.  Hux  needed  to  be  kept  in  check  if  they  were  going  to  pull  this  off.

  ❝  He  needs  to  be  kept  busy,  with  anything  that  will  keep  him  from  potentially  turning  the  masses  against  us.  He  clearly  isn’t  your  biggest  fan  and  he  definitely  isn’t  mine.  ❞

THEY WERE MUCH OF THE SAME MIND, REY AND HIM. he was pleased that she understood so much with everything that was going on, and how little time she'd had to prepare for this. Ben had hoped for more time, but once they'd agreed on this he knew they needed to act swiftly if they were to cement this cover for them. after, once they'd gotten through this first hurdle and things had settled, Ben hopped to find that time to explain more about what he'd been doing and what he was working towards with her.

General Hux would be their biggest problem. the redhead's . . . upset over his ascension over him aside, he and Kylo Ren had always been greatly at odds. that was something that was no secret within the ranks of the First Order. their views and goals had always differed greatly as well, but fortunately, if he so chose to do so, it wouldn't be so out of the ordinary if the new Supreme Leader were to give his General a position far from his own.

there was also a risk involved with that as well. Hux was one of the best, and their issues aside, the new Supreme Leader would have to be an idiot to send a General such as Hux off to some ass end part of the galaxy. not to mention that even though Hux was a problem already, he would continue to be a problem in the future, and he was a problem that Ben needed to keep close so he can keep an eye on him. the General was a genuine threat to their mission, Ben would have to figure out what to do with him that didn't involve sending him off.

Send 🛌 for our muses to wake up in bed together after having had sex together for the first time the night before. @liftingrocks​​ sent:    🛌 (maybe senator AU?

        A GROAN LEFT HIM AS HIS ALARM CUT THROUGH THE WARM,    pleasant haze of sleep and so rudely brought him back into the land of the living.      reaching blindly for his bedside table,    his hand hit nothing the first couple of tries before finally finding the source of the noise and turning it off.      Ben sunk back into the bed with a huff,    wishing more than anything that he could just sleep in for once,    instead of getting up early to prepare for a day dealing with politicians.      he could hear his family’s old kitchen droid,    Beex,    preparing what was likely not his first pot of caf for the day.      Ben wouldn’t be surprised if half of his kitchen had pots of varying stages of consumable taking over it.      hopefully his other droid,    Betty,    would either keep Beex in line enough to still have room to lay out breakfast.

@liftingrocks​​ sent:    ☰ a meme i can’t find         /         accepting if you can find it akdnlasnd

        HE WASN’T SURE HOW LONG IT HAD BEEN SINCE HE WAS CAPTURED,    without access to the sun or a clock it was hard to keep up with time.      his captors didn’t make it easy to track it by meals,    considering how randomly and infrequently he fed him.      more than likely deliberate,    as a means to both keep him alive and make it hard for him to know how much time he’d lost in their care.      if Ben had to guess,    he would say it’d been a week at least.      longer than he was ever supposed to be gone for this trip to find and recover lost artifacts for the second attempt at rebuilding something lost.

        this was a place he’d been to before,    when he’d been the Supreme Leader.      because of this he was hesitant to return after the damage he’d caused to the colony that resided on the planet where the Jedi once stood strong.      it was this connection to the Jedi, and the community’s own strangely strong connection to the Force that drew him there.      they hardly possessed the strength to be like the dead they worshiped,    but they weren’t disconnected from the Force like most in the galaxy.

        his identity had been kept hidden quiet well despite his time without his mask,    most of the galaxy believed that Kylo Ren was dead and no longer had any reason to fear seeing his face in a crowd.      he could pass unnoticed as he got back into the life of Ben Solo,    those who did know the truth were more inclined to let the story of Kylo Ren’s death remained unchallenged in the name of keeping the fragile peace they’d created.      he was trying to change,    he didn’t want to go back to what he’d been before.      for all intents and purposes,    Kylo Ren was dead.

        but this community’s connection to the Force was stronger than he’d give them credit for,    and they’d recognized him.      their anger had been palpable,    and despite his attempts to find a peaceful resolution,    he’d been captured and placed in a cell,    nearly strangled with the Force-dampening collar they forced around his neck.

        Ben couldn’t fault them for their anger.      he knew he deserved everything they threw at him,    and much more.      there was a guilt he carried with him,    heavy on his shoulders and heart and difficult to find reprieve from.      there was something he would never say to his bondmate,    and that was the fact that his such light sentencing,    all things considered,    was far more than what he deserved.      everything he did to try to undo the harm he’d caused,    to help the galaxy towards healing and using his abilities for good, it never felt enough.

        with his back against the corner of his cell,    the chain binding his hands to the brick surrounding him lay heavily over his shoulder and pooled on his stomach as he breathed deeply in a meditative state to conserve his energies.      the pain was nothing he wasn’t used to.      as much as he knew their anger was well deserved,    Ben spent his time thinking of ways to escape so he could get back.      his desire to find Rey and continue to do what he could to do better for the galaxy the only things keeping him going.      it was the only thing that had kept him going since Exegol,    when he survived something he honestly hadn’t expected to survive.      he’d made a promise to himself to make the most of this second chance at life,    he owed it to everything he hurt,    his family who gave their lives to bring him back,    to do so.

        though,    he had no idea how he was going to pull off an escape.      without the key to his dampening collar,    he’d be left rather vulnerable,    and though he still possessed some strength,    he couldn’t fight off the enter village and make it back to the Falcon before being overrun.      it was quite the predicament he was in.

        footsteps approaching his cell broke his chain of thought,    and for a moment he assumed they were just that of someone coming to bring him his meal or continue the torture         ---         or perhaps finally see an end to Kylo Ren once and for all.      however,    he noted that the footsteps were lighter than anyone he’d dealt with thus far.      brows furrowing together,    Ben’s eyes opened to look at the door warily as he sat up with a pained grunt.      but when a familiar face appeared around the corner,    his body went slack with relief.

send ⑁ to sit on my muse’s lap. alternatively, send ღ for my muse to sit on your muse’s lap @liftingrocks​​​ sent:    ⑁

        IT FELT DIFFERENT,    STRANGE EVEN,    TO BE SO OPEN.      sitting in civilian clothes that were rather unassuming and generic,    typical for the area and perfect for blending in even with his imposing stature and demeanor.      tucked away just enough to not be in anyone’s line of sight or way but not in such a way that would make it seem like he was trying not to be seen.      they haven’t done this with any frequency before,    it was generally something they both agreed to avoid,    preferring to stick to the cover of the trees and remain unknown,    unseen and unheard.      people walked past him without a second glance,    no glimmer of recognition,    his face had still yet to circulate far but hers,    hers had been plastered everywhere with either a price attached to it,    or a message.

        it was hard to pretend that they were just another couple out enjoying the nice,    warm weather after a period of rain.      he could still smell how the rain had soaked the ground,    the scent of wet soil was strong in that area.      Kylo wondered if any there realized that one of the couples around them was not as ordinary as they seemed,    but were,    in fact,    the last Jedi and the Supreme Leader of the First Order.      if one wrong person saw either of them---

        but Kylo knew the importance of this,    knew how special it would be for his bondmate.      to pretend that they were just another ordinary couple enjoying and ordinary day,    time spent together enjoying it and the sun and the atmosphere.      a date.      Kylo had been wanting to give this to her for a while,    it was the care he had to put into planning it that delayed him for so long.      part of him,    the foolish dreamer part of him,    wanted to whisper that there could be a chance for this when the war ended.      the uncertainty of their futures aside,    Kylo didn’t want to wait so long that they risk never seeing it.

        Kylo was pulled from his thoughts when Rey returned with their food,    Sorgan didn’t have a lot but there was a comfort in their simplicity.      it was a far cry better from First Order rations,    which Kylo was too busy to have anything but lately and he was growing sick of it.      he gave her a small smile and a thanks,    but he could tell by the look on his bondmate’s face that she’d picked up something off about him.

his back to the wall and his legs pulled up against his chest makes him feel so, so small, but it’s also the only way he can manage to breathe. “no, nothing.” he shakes his head, not certain that he had actually spoken out loud, but knowing she would see the movement. ​he wants to be generous and kind, the man that he’s supposed to be, but right now the darkness is close at the edges of his head and he knows, knows that rey would never invade his head like had been done in the past. she was a victim of the same thing that had been done to him.

but, and he hates the part of him that makes this thought bigger and more important. she could do the same thing to him if she wanted. and he cannot stop seeing it.

Guess My Muse’s Kinks. They can only respond with yes, no, or maybe. @liftingrocks​​  sent :    I think Kylo has a breath play kink specifically choking 😂