[He feels it, the decisive instant that her thoughts snap towards aggression, knows the split-second before she acts that she means to use the Force and braces for a blow he's powerless to stop—
—a blow that never comes.
His eyebrows lift as her expression twists with fear, bolstered by her faltering steps. Much as he knows he should do nothing, that his place within the Nest depends on his ability to simply let her exist, Ren's shoulders rise, his chin dips low enough to leave his eyes shadowed beneath the pinched line of his brow: she's made a critical error in failing to recognize the symbiote's interference with the Force, and asking him to ignore the opportunity of a bared throat is entirely too much.]
Allow me. [Ren growls, matching the vitriol she'd hoped to unleash as he strides forward. It takes too little effort (how long he's waited to properly lash out with the Force) to raise his hand, throwing her into the wall at her back and pinning her down without the luxury of her saber.]
no no please, let him grant you the favor this time
—a blow that never comes.
His eyebrows lift as her expression twists with fear, bolstered by her faltering steps. Much as he knows he should do nothing, that his place within the Nest depends on his ability to simply let her exist, Ren's shoulders rise, his chin dips low enough to leave his eyes shadowed beneath the pinched line of his brow: she's made a critical error in failing to recognize the symbiote's interference with the Force, and asking him to ignore the opportunity of a bared throat is entirely too much.]
Allow me. [Ren growls, matching the vitriol she'd hoped to unleash as he strides forward. It takes too little effort (how long he's waited to properly lash out with the Force) to raise his hand, throwing her into the wall at her back and pinning her down without the luxury of her saber.]