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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars) Additional Tags: The Hand Scene in TLJ, Character Perspective: Kylo Ren, Fingers Touching is Now Sex, it's canon, Rian Says So, so does mark, just FYI Summary:
“It isn’t too late.”
He wants to believe it. For the first time in what feels like forever, he is Ben Solo again, supplicant to the idea of his own redemption. Making a fervent wish like the thousands before it that the darkness will subside once and for all, retract its jagged and insidious claws, so he can finally go forth and mend the ruptures in his spirit. Become whole again.
Where is she?
And then he hears it. A wet sound – faint, but clear in its significance. The burning in his eyes intensifies. He knows if he were to try to speak, no sound would come out past the constriction of his throat.
Through his investigation, which has grown more desperate now that he knows there is no one to witness his unusual behaviour, he spies an open door nearby leading to a seemingly unoccupied room. He enters the room in two or three strides and comes to a stuttering halt.
Rey.
She’s sitting, although the details of where, exactly, are not clear. There’s a thin blanket of questionable material wrapped haphazardly over her shoulders. Sure enough, her hair and clothing are wet and he senses more than sees the faint shudders that run through her body as a reaction to the dampness seeping through.
She’s also crying. Softly, silently.
Kylo lowers himself into the nearest chair, eyes glued to her form, not fully comprehending what his body is doing as his legs fold to accommodate his actions. He swallows hard.
Rey.
She looks up abruptly, although her tear-stained face doesn’t register surprise at seeing him. Resignation, perhaps. And, possibly...relief?
“What happened?” Kylo finds his voice, finally, but it sounds foreign even to his own ears. Rusty. Neglected.
