[He was badly wounded when Cathaway had taken him to her side, careful to ease his pain— not just the physical, but the agony he'd been stricken with for too long beneath the brutal demands of the Force. Glossed ceilings, gentle fingertips that acted as a living balm where little else could.
They were one and the same, she'd promised, speaking of the Nest and every living inhabitant it housed, hoping to dissuade him from unnecessary cruelty against his own kind. Every attack made, no matter how slight, would cause him pain - would cause her pain.
It was an effort made in vain: he'd disappointed her time and time again in the months that've passed since, costing him more than just his favor.
Still, he eventually found footing. A means to drag himself back from the brink and strike a fragile balance between control and chaos. He should be coveting it, protecting it in spite of how Rey thinks to claw her way beneath his skin. Instead, with rage boiling feverishly in his blood for her merciless prodding, he falls predictably short of the mark.
As he'd done on Starkiller, Ren squares his heels with a practiced precision, posture going stiff, eyes lidding in an instant. Within less than a handful of seconds the Force moves to pierce the sanctuary of her mind, lancing clean through once it finds purchase. Not for information this time, but for pain.
If her broodmates are so worried about her well-being, let them be the ones to muzzle their rabid akk dog.]
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They were one and the same, she'd promised, speaking of the Nest and every living inhabitant it housed, hoping to dissuade him from unnecessary cruelty against his own kind. Every attack made, no matter how slight, would cause him pain - would cause her pain.
It was an effort made in vain: he'd disappointed her time and time again in the months that've passed since, costing him more than just his favor.
Still, he eventually found footing. A means to drag himself back from the brink and strike a fragile balance between control and chaos. He should be coveting it, protecting it in spite of how Rey thinks to claw her way beneath his skin. Instead, with rage boiling feverishly in his blood for her merciless prodding, he falls predictably short of the mark.
As he'd done on Starkiller, Ren squares his heels with a practiced precision, posture going stiff, eyes lidding in an instant. Within less than a handful of seconds the Force moves to pierce the sanctuary of her mind, lancing clean through once it finds purchase. Not for information this time, but for pain.
If her broodmates are so worried about her well-being, let them be the ones to muzzle their rabid akk dog.]