#ofinfinities

The last person he ever expected to see in this place would be the King to the Woodland Realm. Yet he here was, standing before Bilbo in all of his shining glory. Sure, Thranduil had helped them greatly in the war but that didn't change the fact that Bilbo was the one to free all his prisoners and potentially lead them straight to the dragon. Bilbo pursed his lips, carefully stepping up to the king, finger tips twitching at his sides. 

“My Lord. I did not expect to see you here.” He says, looking up at the familiar elf with a curious gaze. Had he fallen into this world just as Bilbo had? What a remarkable position for a King to be in, he thinks to himself with a chuckle. While not being his favorite person in the world, he feels as if being on good terms with the King is imperative in this situation. After all, Bilbo has got nothing more than his pipe and his sword. 

His pipe is packed and his sword is sheathed. But that wall is making him uncomfortable, the looming feeling of something being kept out weighing over his head. In his experience that is why walls are built. In his world at least. If it comes to battle once more he will need as many allies as he can get. 

“How did you get here?”

     “give me a fucking break.”

  “are you seriously into that??”

     “we can’t be separated !!”

      once upon a time, things had been different. there had been a time before when kylo had just been an innocent child, growing up in a world that seemed nearly impossible to navigate. he had, at the very least, been happier and felt like he had belonged before being sent off to train in the ways of the force underneath his uncle. there had been another life before. no matter how hard kylo tried to push all of those memories away, or to merely ignore them, it seemed impossible to truly succeed. there would always be that small part of himself, torn apart by all that he had done. people that he loved, people that he respected -- enemies, or dead. ben solo had died the day he had murdered his fellow students and went to snoke for guidance. 

   yet, looking upon the pilot now -- so much rushed back to him. there had once been a time where ben solo and poe dameron had been nearly inseparable. the two of them had been the best of friends, there for another through thick and thin. there really hadn’t been anything the two them wouldn’t have done for another. even now, he could still remember all that they had gotten into. one of the fondest had always been whenever they had found that older model of a ship that would have been used back in the days of the empire. of course it couldn’t fly on its own, but ben had his talents. he’d been able to use the force to make it fly for poe. it had been worth overexerting himself just to see the pure happiness on poe’s face. 

   but that was all in the past. ben solo was gone, replaced long ago by kylo ren. there was no friendship between the two of them now. that had all been squashed the moment that kylo had chosen to go through with torturing poe, twisting his mind in the most painful ways he knew how. perhaps that was why now, after catching sight of the pilot, that he was hesitant to say or do anything. a small part of him screamed out, wanted to make amends for what he had done. wanted his best friend back. it was squashed, just as he did every single time guilt rose up inside of him. “well, well -- you and rey are both here?? seems like the resistance really doesn’t stand a chance now. a pity you won’t be able to witness their defeat.”

1. Describe the scent of your shampoo.

Mint! Supposedly. Mostly, though, it just smells like those weird menthol cough drop things.

2. What does your favorite bra/boxers look like?

Bright green! Like, flaming neon kelly green, like, so bright it can be seen from satellite on a barren planet and trick space explorers into thinking it can support life. Also I have boxers that match. It’s pretty great. All in plain cotton with no underwire, because what is sexy underwear? WE JUST DON’T KNOW.

30. Whats the last thing you bought?