STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[avali]

STAR WARS CALL OUT POST:
STEP 1: pick a muse
STEP 2: leave a comment with their name in the subject line, pictures, words or all of the above
STEP 3: profit

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[narcissithstic]

[Clever, tuning herself out just as he had. If she were able to fully manage it, he might even adjust his tactics accordingly-- but he's seen her hand where she's seen his: he knows she cares too much beneath where years of necessity have hardened her heart.

In that, he supposes, fingers lifting to thumb the latches holding his mask in place, they're alike.

The air hisses as locks disengage over the faceplate's broadest points, and when he draws it back there's the strangely jarring softness of vulnerable flesh. High cheekbones and bright, almond-shaped eyes under curls of unkempt, dark hair. He looks young. Younger than the image painted by his armor or his station, and he watches her impassively for a few beats longer, waiting until she dares to meet his stare.]

You could be more without them.

[The only correction worth sharing in that moment, whether she bothers to heed it or not.]

[nascent]

[Seeing another face is -- unnerving. She almost preferred the mask, easier to imagine some bizarre monster was at the root of all of this...rather than another human being.]

What? With you?

[She tries to show some bravado by scoffing, but after that brief glance, she refuses to look at him. There's something about his eyes that just -- isn't there, like he's trying to look through and past her at something else.

Its uncomfortable.]

I already told you that you're wasting your time. I don't have what you want.

[narcissithstic]

You're lying. [A child could see it, with how quick she is to turn her attention away from him, even ignoring the glimpse he spied in her thoughts before he tore her from that backwater planet to bring her here.] You've nowhere to run, and nothing to gain from prolonging your suffering.

[She can't hope to escape: the halls are littered with stormtroopers - the entire planet a tribute to the First Order's might - even should she stave off his attempts to delve into her mind, she stands no chance of returning to the world she once called home. Perhaps she's yet to come to that realization.

Perhaps she needs his assistance.] They won't come for you, your friends.

Better to abandon that false hope now, and take what I offer instead.

[nascent]

[Her friends.

That's what they were, weren't they? They were her friends, and now they were in trouble because of her. More rationally, not because of her at all -- they'd be in trouble no matter what, but there's a sense of responsibility she suddenly can't--]

Get out of my head.

[She growls it through gritted teeth and stares pointedly at the ceiling to try and maintain mental blocks that she isn't certain how she put up in the first place. There's a mistiness forming at the corners of her eyes that she blinks back stubbornly.

Its hard not to think of Han and Chewie. Of BB-8.

Of Finn.]

Even if I knew what you were asking of me...what makes you think I'd top it off now by giving you what you want?

[narcissithstic]

Because this is the culmination of your actions. The decision you were bound to face the moment you decided to aid them. [FN-2187 had fallen into her lap much the same way the droid had, and each fumbling, sprawling step taken from that point forward was little more than another rolling, eager shockwave, echoing outwards and onwards until she could no longer outrun the inevitable: his offer-- Snoke's offer-- or the certainty of torment dragging on and on until she proved herself no longer necessary.

This time his stare glints with something deeper, earnesty pooling just beneath the surface of his own innate deceptions, and he licks his lips before he adds, openly:] I know what it is, to suffer because of someone else.

[nascent]

[Even as he says it, even as she understands that he's trying to garner sympathy with her -- Rey understands the truth in his words. This isn't the result of some seduction from the Dark Side, she had seen it when their minds had pushed against one another. Whatever had truly happened to him, he had felt...wronged. Cast aside, suffering, alone. A victim of someone else's misguided actions.

All feelings she's familiar with, and nothing she wants to think about ever again. Is that how Finn would feel about her? And the Resistance--]

So you think it is inevitable. I disagree. So it looks like you're still out of luck.

[narcissithstic]

The greatest benefit of captivity is time. [Back and forth, moves and countermeasures: as it was within her head so it is in conversation, and Ren opts-- as always-- not to flinch or shy away from her deflections. His hand moves for her jawline again. Gentler this time, leather catching the blood from her cheek where it's fallen. Were he capable of more, it might even be considered affectionate.]

Of which we now have much, I think you'll find.