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          anger floods him. there’s no other way to describe it, only sheer anger that boils through his veins, reaching through every inch of his being as he sees the other. as he sees the jedi before him. 

          once upon a time, they wouldn’t have been like this. the jedi code was no attachments, yet neither of them could do that. but it seems . . . ben had changed his mind. the day ben had left the temple, he had abandoned poe, left him behind. the anger bubbles and pops in his abdomen, and he breathes harder. 

So begins Pumpkin-mun’s lovin’s list.

@sithroyal​ - This here is some PRIME REAL ESTATE  in terms of a Kylo/Ben blog. Mun is just a glorious human being - very much a world-builder; a story teller through intricacies and detail - and I just can’t speak highly enough of ‘em. I’ve missed you Rips. Very glad to see you pottering about again <3

@brooklynislandgirl​ - HALT AND TURN. I’ve known the proprietress of this exceptional OC blog for a number of years now, and count myself lucky to write with her. The depth she’s put into her character Beth is just STUNNING - from her diction to the intricacies of how her mind works; how she sees the world - and for these and many other reasons I find myself absolutely hooked to her writing even after those aforementioned years. Always is there something new to discover and explore. If you’re not already a follower, what’re you doing with your time?

@kylo-wrecked​ - NOW. Now. I need a minute here. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m free with compliments - not that I give them when they’re not due, but when I give them I GIVE THEM - but this wonderful human and their equally wonderful muse have just LIT UP my past couple of months. What with the world being on FIRE give or take flames, I think everyone’s been struggling to keep up -- even with their hobbies. I know I certainly have. But this person here...Friend, you’ve helped keep me engaged here and distracted from the dung-heap that is the present situation re:That Which Shall Not Be Named. THANK YOU. 

Really. Thank you.

Caps, I find, kinda steal meaning in their loudness <3

@goldcnblood​ - Yet another exceptional talent - as multifaceted as their blog! - mun Winter is just a darling who, I must say, I have all the time in the world for. Writing with you, friend, brought my small-to-medium sized Desert Gremlin (tm) into an entirely new verse and for that, and all the opportunities for adventures and character development that has brought, I’m so very grateful. 

         “I bribed one of the pilots to bring me here.”  Rey could still be persuasive without the force when she wanted, perhaps it was her upbringing on Jakku or down right  stubborn  nature.  But at she had found her way here eventually.

@sithroyal​

Continued from X.

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Dany was there for the same reason as the man, to get parts, but she had paid up for a different reason - her Fury was very old and original, pristine parts for it were extremely hard to get. Often she settled for the best reconstructions available, but when she'd heard that this dealer had an entire, clean engine from a Fury buried under the sand, Dany had made the jump to this system. She'd felt the other Force sensitive the moment she'd stepped into the building, but she hadn't become interested until she 'heard' the Troopers approaching. Since she was the only other Force sensitive in the area, it wasn't hard to know who they sought. If there hadn't been so many others in the area, she might have simply 'dissuaded' them, but options had been limited.

When they passed and detection would be limited, Dany let go of the man's collar. He hadn't exactly returned the kiss, but neither had it been anything but chaste on her part. She'd felt his surprise, but he hadn't exactly struggled to get away, either, which intrigued her. He was difficult to read, at least on the surface, for she dared nothing more, but he was tall, dark hair and eyes almost exactly opposite herself. Petite, with silver-white hair, amethyst eyes and pixie-fine features, Daenerys stood out. As he straightened, she could feel his Presence in the Force so much more, making one of her eyebrows twitch higher.  "They weren't that quiet about it," she answered, one slender hand lifting to her temple where she gestured with a shake of it.  "And since I know they don't know I exist, it was a simple enough deduction."

Cars had been a part of Rey’s life as long as she could remember. From the junkyard she’d lived in, to today, they’d been a constant. Admitedly her life before coming to the US had been about chopping up cars, but that was neither here nor there. New York City was vibrant and hid her quite well from her former business associates. She’d known, even at nineteen, that she really couldn’t keep working with them and only a few months ago had come to the US in a bid to change her life.

So here she was in a vehicle repair shop, dressed in their jumpsuits, hair tied back in three buns while she lounges in the back room, waiting for her client to arrive. She was particularly good with Jeeps and that was apparently what was coming in. Ben Solo. The name was interesting, and boring, all at once. Better than Rey Johnson, so she really couldn’t poke fun at it. She heard the doorbell ring and the beautiful, charming reseptionist chirp out the “Welcome to Rick’s Auto Repair, Mr. Solo!” Rey sighed and stood up. Time to get to work.

The reseptionist had been just telling him that his technitian would be right with him as she walked out into the room. She did not expect to find the man standing there that was... well there. Built more like a giant fridge with dark hair and brooding dark eyes, she had no problem understanding why the reseptionist had been so pleased and chirpy. Handsome, was Ben Solo. She smiled up at him, though there was something wary in her eyes.

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 “Will it? The brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Are you so certain that’s a good idea?” As if the galaxy weren’t dark enough. Kylo couldn’t imagine how much worse it could get but that was part of his goal. He’d make it happen.

He reached for her, not the first time but one of many, and stepped closer. “There must be something you want, something I can provide you. Tell me, Rey, what is your deepest desire? The real one, not this bullshit about bringing light to the galaxy.”

Rey narrowed her eyes as she looked at him when he mentioned the shadows getting darker because of the exposure to the light. “It’s a good idea,” she said quietly. “Shadows eventually go away if the light is in the right spot at the right time,” she murmured. Her eyes flick down to his hand, confused when he reached out for her. The scavenger’s heart flipped when Ben asked her what she wanted. Something he could provide. Her deepest desire. As shallow as it sounded, and as much as the Jedi way seemed stead fast on making Jedi be alone, she wanted to be wanted. She wanted someone who needed her. Someone who could show her and teach her everything. She needed someone to show her her place in all of this. She wanted somewhere she could just be. But she also wanted the ‘bullshit’ about the light.

Alice had hoped she was dreaming when she awakened in that sterile, bright hospital room. Staring into the glass, her body feeling like it was no longer her own, she wondered how much time had passed. The last thing she remembered was being dragged away by scientists, screaming Matt’s name.

Oh, God. Matt...did he make it?

While she screamed for help, she thought about Matt, about Rain, Kaplan...all the others that died on her watch. Died when she was to lost to help them. Because of that fuckwad, Spencer. It always came back down to greed. Greed and power. Alice hated both. 

Deciding she wasn’t going to be let out, she decided to escape her own way. After jamming the lock with one of the needles at her disposal, the ex-agent wander into the hallway, disgust filling her at the sight of Umbrella’s logo everywhere. 

A constant reminder that they were in control of everything around her.

As she began her way down the narrow corridors, she sensed something was very off. A hospital should have noise. But everything was silent. Empty. 

          “ is there a reason you’re storming in here? ” he can practically taste the agitation rolling off of the force user in waves. it permeates the air, suffocates him, but he feels a twinge of something deep down that wants to rise to the challenge of this man. the side of himself that’s a little reckless is dying to prod at the other, but he tampers it down, instead keeping a smooth expression with only the slightest pinch of his brows. “ i take it something went wrong somewhere, or you wouldn’t be coming to my personal quarters. ”