𝔅𝖑𝖆𝖈𝒌 𝖆𝖘 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

  𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒  

[nxghtblvck]

#𝐓𝐑𝐕𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄       An independent, private writing blog, featuring an AU canon-divergent Kylo Ren from the Star Wars sequels twisted in Greek Myth and occult Victorianism. Themes delve into the dark and psychological and are interwoven with works such as Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, Catherynne M. Valente's Deathless and Neil Gaiman's graphic novel The Sandman.

An up-front trigger with this specific portrayal : I do not operate on themes of turning to the light or acts of redemption with this muse. There will be no mentioning of Ben Solo as he does not associate himself with this name whatsoever. That is his past and not where he is heading. More information can be found on my carrd, which explains this more thoroughly.

[nxghtblvck]

Currently I have been experiencing a bit of a writers block or well very low muse for Kylo Ren. I’m working on constructing a different AU verse for him so I won’t be as active as that muse until I flesh out his backstory. Until, then you’ll see me writing here as Damon Salvatore - might just be going back to being a multi-muse depending on how I feel taking on another muse. If you’d like to with my Damon muse let me know!~

[nxghtblvck]

NAME CHANGE   from  TRVSTMYRAGE to  NXGHTBLVCK

[stevehopper]

ADAM DRIVER —the force awakens (2015), dir. j.j. abrams.  

[cithaerons]

Hélène Cixous, Love of the Wolf (trans. Keith Cohen) // Nicola Samorì, Saturn’s Fasting //  Måneskin, La Paura del Buio //  Nicola Samorì, Il Pasto // Frank Bidart, Song of the Mortar and Pestle // Nicola Samorì, Il Punto Acerbo // Catherine of Siena, The Prayers of Catherine of Siena (trans. Noffke) //  Nicola Samorì, Maddalena //  Måneskin, La Paura del Buio //  Nicola Samorì, Rapture //  Hadewijch, Poem 16 (trans. unknown)

[driveresque]

denial

[nxghtblvck]

I’ve been fighting against the urge to completely revamp my page or create a new one. When I made this account I was originally multi muse, I had about 4 muses but one by one they kinda all but fell away. I feel like I need to make an entirely new page just to shake off some of this writers block. Maybe just a clean start is what I need? I haven’t reached out to the people that have followed me and whom I have followed back and it’s because I haven’t had the energy, time or motivation to do so. I will post updates on what I decide. Thank you for the patience.

[stavroginas]

He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart. And maybe it will be.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

[misskittygrimm]

Moodboard: Wuthering Heights

[assassin1513]

🌚Moon 🌚

[rosemoofin]

[driverdaily]

mood™

[nxghtblvck]

rose-rot​:

𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉  ,  and the unseen hands of an antique grandfather clock slowed its timeless pulse to a halt.       At least  ,  that was what she would have seen in the antechamber of the Llewellyn Moonstone domicile  ,  had she been home.       Swallowing in measure  ,  the witch-goddess eyed him surreptitiously out of the corner of eyes the hue of chipped amethyst  ,  as fiercely dazzling as crystallized violets.       The emulsion of contents located in the circumference of the cup made its way down the conduit of his pharynx  ,  and not able to resist she did the same.       The balminess of the concoction warmed her from inside out  ,  giving way to a nourishing rejuvenation.       It reminded her of the lattes that she drank on Gaia  ,  which she was sure was called something else entirely from his native tongue  ,  which she was yearning to hear more of.       The very thought of his dialect  ,  especially when spoken through his rich dulcet that could grow honeyed and midnight-dark in resolve of baritone could easily make her shiver in delight. 

She had rather hoped that the previous night could be forgotten  —  she wasn’t in her best disposition  ,  and she didn’t want to be reminded of the harsh exchange the night before.       She was frightened  ,  but if he had been planning to harm her in any way  ,  he easily could have done so as he was up long before she had risen.       She  ,  too  ,  eyed the place where the obsidian table had fractured  ,  and became deep in thought of how it had manifested.       She didn’t want to think about that or how much she upset him  ;  she felt terrible and inadequate over the entirety of the ordeal.       A throb that began as a soft but hollow feeling only intensified the more she stared at it blankly  ,  and overcome she deduced that her feelings were not her own  ,  but Ren’s as they projected through the channel of their coalescence. ❝  You have an after-effect of the alcohol from last night  ,  ❞  she spoke pragmatically  ,  no longer able to distill the silence as a means to break the thick tension between them.       In moments the table had been corrected  ,  but the ghost of its fissure was still there as a yawning beacon of its frequency. 

She nodded gently at his gratitude of fixing the table  ,  and she knew that like most things in his room he was protective over them and appreciated them.       Especially anything obsidian in nature  ,  it was quite obvious to see since many things were of the color of the mirror-like gemstone.       ❝  In my world  ,  on my planet  ,  we used the shining black mirror gem of obsidian to scry with.       Well  ,  if you are like me  ,  and are a practitioner of magic.  ❞       She smiled.       ❝  We use it for divining  ,  and some even say it can tell the future.       I don’t need it for my own particular brand of vision  ,  just a paintbrush and a blank canvas will do the trick.  ❞       She prattled on  ,  tucking a fair strand of silken silver hair behind her ear  ,  and as she touched it  ,  it became coated in a liquid finish sheen of faint rose-gold  ,  almost a frosted peachy-pink highlight as if lightly touched by the luminosity of the vaulted light from overhead. The longer she spoke  ,  she scarcely regarded his soft yet searching eyes on her shape  ,  watching her as she was tucked neatly into the wealth of the coverlet  ,  one of her legs dangling off of the side of the chair and still clad in the odd herringbone pattern of hosiery that were unmistakably a material from Gaia.       Warmed from the hearty drink and swallowing the last dregs from the demitasse  ,  the silken throw fell from around her shoulders to fall around her hips and drape off the side of her seat  ,  exposing her to his gaze.       She never carried through their conduit exactly if she had purposefully done so or not  ,  but her magic often spoke on its own accord and she didn’t have to wait long for a nuance of response from across the way.       She knew he was haunting her with the sharp set of his eyes  ,  how he drank her in without meaning to.       As if she were the only person in the room.       She knew. 

❝  I didn’t mind fixing the obsidian  ,  ❞  she offered.       ❝  We cherish gemstones of all shapes and sizes  ,  fractured or not.       I am sure we feel about gemstones in the same regard as people  ,  as they are meant to be cherished.       And the fractures  …  well  ,  I think they lend a certain personality to the gem.       Just like people.       If we were all alike  ,  it would be a very boring world.  ❞       She smiled in spite of herself.       After some time  ,  she listened to him  ,  making slight eye contact as he spoke of his sleeplessness and how she helped him achieve it after several nights of being without.       She knew without him telling her  ,  and the purplish shadows that were lessening the longer time gave was an indication that he was getting better. ❝  I slept and it wasn’t a fitful sleep.       I didn’t dream  ,  I didn’t collect premonitions in the form of nightmares.       It was clear and black and fluid  ,  as if swathing clouds drifted around me and allowed me the rest that I never got while on Gaia  —  on a moonless night  ,  ❞  she admitted as an answer to his inquiry.       She had a feeling there was more to his thoughts  ,  more that he wanted to say  ,  but she didn’t want to push him.       But parts of her were curious  ,  what he had in store.       If he had thought any or all of this out. 

❝  I don’t think I am so much afraid anymore  ,  but damn if I am not curious.       Of you  ,  of your world.       Or  …  worlds.  ❞       She grinned as she placed the small cup down with a resounding clink atop the polished gemstone table.       ❝  Tell me  ,  Ren.       Do you make a habit of abducting young witches on foreign planets  ,  or am I the first  ?  ❞  she teased  ,  and crossed her onyx-patterned legs slowly in front of him  ,  soft hands placed gently atop the folds of her high-waisted tulip skirt of the same shade.

Kylo was distracted, unaccustomed to holding a conversation no longer than a few minutes. It wasn't like he couldn't maintain it, but most times the communications he shared with others were brief - a mask always hid his face, no one could observe  him so closely when he laid behind layers of metal. Even the emotion in his voice was disguised, the vocoder deepen the octaves, made it difficult for people to detect any ardor. Kylo was intelligent by nature, having the capability of speaking eloquently, but he was never engaged by those around him. Everyone lacked luster, they were dull or too fearful to be in a room with him longer than a few minutes. He could feel their thoughts, detect how uneasy he made them — squirming in place, and even the subtle breath they released as he parted from them, they held it the entire time. Devin was different, she sparked perturbation in him, a sort of feeling he had never experienced -  she left him speechless - caused his tongue to roll and fumble over his words. She wanted to talk to him, this was a complete change from just the night before — where she wanted nothing to do with him or what he had to say. She shut him off, dodged every attempt he made to make the situation somehow separate to the other exchanges that happen in this room. Kylo was grateful for it, he no longer felt the trepidation he instilled in her, the air felt lighter - the bond open — transparent. While she had questions - they were that of curiosity and not ones built from distrust over his intentions. He would never hurt her - not purposeful.. and though this part of her identity didn't remember him, he longed to know all of her, for her to know just who he was, even the parts that laid hidden from others. Ren's sentiment for this now witch god had not altered, it only strengthened his interest in knowing her fully. . Kylo tried to keep his inky gaze on what mattered, which should be her silver luminous eyes but he couldn’t help but follow the textured pattern of her sheer tights. He knew how he must look - massive in his perch — heavy black pits threatening to suck her in as he let his gaze wander on her features, listening intently fully transfixed by her soft dialect. She completely lulled him, he sat back, stretching long legs, fiddling with the now empty cup, fingers tracing the porcelain. Listening to how she prattled on about things he had very little knowledge of  - but nonetheless he was still intrigued by the subject, raising brows, setting the cup to contemplate her outward thoughts.  Hm Could she feel how his head throbbed, straining through the pain he blocked it out, yet the ache hit him in waves. ❝ ..You...curious of me ? ❞  without thinking, he pointed to his chest, he couldn't help but laugh, her next statement, causing the light laughter to part from his lips, eyes casting to those legs -- causing the knot that centered his throat to bob  ❝ ..Devin.  ❞ Ren spoke lowly, almost in a whisper. ❝ ...I can tell you more, how your the first GIRL . ❞ he added emphasis  on the pronoun. ❝ that I have ever abducted, the FIRST women, that has ever stepped foot in these quarters. Kylo raised his brow, standing up slowly.  ❝ .. I can tell you more...show you  ?  ❞  his lips were a thin line, suddenly very stoic.  ❝ But I want to know more of you...I want you to be happy here. ❞ His voice was soft, genuine.   ❝ We can talk more in your quarters?  ❞

[nxghtblvck]

rose-rot​:

𝕴𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖘  ,  dim in volume and dappled over the array of their forms throughout the long night.       The shapeliness of one statuesque herringbone-clad leg peeked out from the noir silk coverlet  ,  incognizant of it slipping off through the nocturnal hours of docile slumber.       The darkness that eclipsed the room within its penumbral manifestation allowed the duo that inhabited the room a restful tranquility for the time.       Traveling from the void of her eyelids to gently flutter open  ,  they were sharp-eyed yet luminous with adequate hours of solitude.       In them they did not appear silver and on alert  ,  they were the vibrant blue-violet of bluebells in springtime.       Whatever it was that she had been dreading had passed within the night.       Stretching languidly  ,  her body felt heavy and slight all at once  ;  and it was only then that she realized that she was in a foreign chamber  ,  in a craft that was unfamiliar to her  ,  and she did her best to not allow it to wage war on her impulses again. 

She remembered levitating a body that was twice  ,  almost two and a half times her mass  ,  and she had done it with astonishing ease.       It wasn’t the first time she had lifted anything  ;  it was the first craft that she had been taught to control along with casting the draperies to aflame as a child  —  that was when the regal Romanova matriarch knew that her daughter had been different  ,  and she was more like her father than of the Romanova bloodline.       A baby witch in the making.       She had grown up as a living wildfire  ,  unable to control the powers and they became worse in the evening hours when she slept and her mind was allowed to roam of its own accord.       When she enacted her gifts through ink and paint and canvas  ,  it was at its most extreme and perplexing.       Because the scenes she would paint were not like that of a charming Thomas Kinkade painting.       It echoed more of a tragedy  ,  nightmares ascending into reality and morphing into that of a plaguing form of foreboding premonitions.       She was different  ,  and nobody had to tell her what she already was well aware of when she was admitted to the institute of Llwellyn Moonstave  ,  a private boarding school meant to help her harness her extraordinary powers under the guise of a quaint academy for intellectuals and other rare talents. Those very voices that had overwhelmed him she was able to subdue  ,  at least holding them off as well as she could before sleep placated her own drowsy form.       She hoped that the procession of her power would hold out until the next day to where she could properly examine her drudgery.       It would appear that he had forewarnings of his own  ,  of the future that he couldn’t hide from her or the coalescence of this wavelength she found herself to be a part of.       She no longer could deny that there was something between them  ,  even if she didn’t understand it herself.       It terrified her  ,  but it was a relief to know that she wasn’t alone  —  not anymore.       The warmth that had been directly beside her relented  ,  and a coolness superseded the space.       Her eyes slowly began to take in the lighter shades against the inkier black  ,  the lights from some miscellaneous device that was unfamiliar to her  ,  and finally the room filled with more color the longer she looked and concentrated.       The warmth that had dissipated was the soundly sleeping person that she had placed in the bed hours before  ,  and she was perplexed that he had been able to awaken before her.       If her mind conveyed properly and wasn’t feeding her disillusionment  ,  she could have sworn that she had heard her name calling in a rich  ,  viscous timbre velvety undertone.       She recognized him  ,  even in the deliriousness of sleep. 

She had felt the jolt  —  it was what had awakened her from the dregs of her slumber.       The contact that he made she had felt not only through the bond but through him  ,  and it was a pure and unfettered convergence.       Had she mewled in her sleep from such an unrestrained action  ?  She wasn’t sure  ,  but something professed that she had.       She could almost feel it with the way her face was warm and rosy to the touch.       The heady fragrance of roasted beans from some plant source vibrated to resolve in the ducts of her nose and she inhaled the fragrant aroma.       It was deliciously morning as was decided  ,  and as she sat up languorously in the bed  ,  her infinitely long silvery pale-gold hair fell on either side of her form to spiral out fully to the side of the bed in loose waves and end ringlets.       Pulling herself up and off of the bed  ,  the throw draped around her like a long gown  ,  she pulled it up and around her  ,  and drifted in mid-sail to the sitting area that she had lashed out at him only the night before.       Had it truly only been the night before  ? Finding that she wasn’t able to quite look him in the eyes yet  ,  she decided to work on mending the table that was broken from her own doing.       It was fractured  ,  and not unlike Ren  ,  she surmised.       But she hoped that neither would be for long  ,  if she could help it.       Channeling her energy as it expelled slowly from her cognizance  ,  the splintered clefts in the stone slowly began to feather together until the smoothness gave way to an unblemished surface that the cups easily were able to sit upon with no imbalance. 

❝  There  ,  ❞  she smiled gently  ,  and roamed her feline eyes to drift up to his.       Warmth radiated from the violet-tinged everchanging hues of them  ,  and delicately she placed her hands in the sanctity of her lap.       ❝  It’s like it never happened.       If we break it again  ,  it might be less stable the next time.  ❞       She breathed before placing the cup to her lips  ,  and gently inhaling the liquid as the contents made its way down her throat.       ❝  I hope that your sleep was better  ,  it looked like you truly were in desperate need of it.  ❞       She added  ,  not knowing what else to say  ,  except that perhaps with Ren that less was more  ,  especially how they left things the night prior.       Pulling the coverlet more firmly around her  ,  she pressed her legs into the chair and fashioned herself comfortably in it  ,  and took in the ambience of the room  ,  and found that he didn’t bother her as much as she thought.

Kylo hummed  taking  the  mug  to  his  lips  -  sipping the  hot  caffeine  -  it  warmed  his  throat  --  the  taste  was  nutty  -  mixed  with  notes  of  chocolates  rich  and  sweet.  He  sat  in  the  cushion  of  the  chair, the  same  one  he  sat  in  the  night  before, tired  hues  scanning the  deep  fracture that  split  the  table.  Beyond the  painful  throb  tearing  into  his  head  -  he  could  hear  Devin  stirring in  his  bed,  the  one  they  slept  in  together  - the  same  one  she  carried  him  to..  when  he  was  inebriated. She  was  awake  -  floating into  his  proximity. He  went  taunt,  jaw  ticking... as  the  women's presence  came  closer -    her  scent, floral  -  intoxicating. She  was  right  there  but  he  didn't look  up,  his  orbs  were  like  sable,  a  soft  maple  brown,  dark  midnight locks  messy  from  slumber,  he  peered  downward -  instead  of  meeting  her  gaze  Ren  watched  her  working  hands, how  she  sewed  the  stone  material  together.   It  was  not  like  he  was  not  aware  of  the  powers  she  possessed,  although  he  never  had  the  chance to  witness  the  god-witch  in  her  element. He  watched  her  intensely  a  small  smile  upturning  his  lips  as  she  mended the  damage  he  caused,  the  deep  fissure  closed  and  the  table  sat  newly  reformed.  Ren's  expression lingered  suppling  her  with  a  soft  subtle  smile,  setting  the  cup,  down  -  steam  plumed  with  the  motion -  and  their  gazes  met  for  a  moment,  the  intensity  of  the  connection made  him  uneasy  but  he  didn't  take  his  fixated  stare  from  the  vibrant  shade  of  her  oculars. It  had  only  been  a  night  and  already  so  much  had  happen  between them,  it  was  raw..  the  fighting,  how  angry  she  was...had  it  been  a  night?  Or  was  it  hours,  he  couldn't  bring  forth  the  time  or  when  his  drunken  stupor  had  finally taken  him.    ❝  Thank  you..    ❞      Ren  replied, his  smooth  voice  honeyed  and  rich  with  deep  baritone  octaves. His  once  warm  orbs  --  slowly  faded  to  a  nightly  dark  -  he  couldn't  help  but  trace  her  form,  the  way  Devin  folded neatly  in  the  chair,  how  his  coverlet swallowed  her  shoulders. She  was  captivating  -  those  large  alluring  eyes  taking  him  in  -  taking  in  the  surroundings of  her  new  living  space. ❝  You  didn't  have  to  repair something  I  broke  -  but  I'm  grateful for  it.❞      he  leaned, averting  his  eyes  to  the  steaming  cup  of  Caf,  grabbing  it  by  the  handle  and  bringing  it  to  his  lips  once  more.  After  a  long  sip,  he  pulled  it  away  -  parting  lips  to  speak  once  more.  ❝  I  slept  better than  I  have  in  a  long  time,  I  -  ❞  pausing  he  sighed  softly.   ❝    It  has  been  days.    ❞  he  admitted, watching  her  -  the  purpled  hued  circles  in  the  hollows of  his  eyes,  weren't  as  evident,  and  he  knew  she  could  see  the  truth  in  what  he  spoke.     ❝    Did  you  sleep  ?...well  I  mean?    ❞  Kylo  questioned, with  a  slight tilt  of  his  head.  The  room  felt  immeasurably  hot...  his  ivory  skin  bristled  in  the  heat  that  surrounded him.  Was  it  the  caf,  or  could  it  be  Devin’s  presence that  lit  a  flame  to his  quarters?  Kylo  had  plans  for  her  -  he  wanted  to  show  her  the  room  he  prepared, the  vanity,  the  wardrobe,  a  bath.  He  had  promised her  all  that  and  more  -  and  after  the  night  they  both  shared, Ren  desperately  wanted  to  make  things up  to  her,  a  simple sorry  wouldn't  suffice.

[nxghtblvck]

rose-rot​:

𝕮𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧  ,  a stalemate brooded between them  ,  creating an invisible fissure in the vicinity.       The fault was tearing their dyad apart  ,  riven in its tumult.       Watching him swallow visibly  ,  the action was achingly raw to her eyes  ,  unheedingly extensive in its expanse of time.       Sentient to an overwhelming aggregate of loneliness and seclusion  ,  she knew it hadn’t just come from her  ,  it was flooding out from the aura of his own signature.       Silver optics followed where his had observed  ,  directed at the malevolence of blooms that her anger and overwrought emotion had formed  ,  the perfume of them thick and heady and made her head rush with the bouquet of overflowing scent. 

                                                  Had she done this? 

Her thoughts were turbulent  ;  of course she had  —  or whatever was in her had created them  ,  and she didn’t want to think about her.       Not now.       Not ever  ,  if she was being honest.       She tasted her own fear that coated each delicate petal as if it were a noose tightening  ;  a noose that formed itself around the column of her throat  ,  spike thorns extended into the softness as it pierced into her own aura.       She had made a mess of things  ,  and it was obvious that no amount of alcohol would fix that.       Her fear resonated in her bones bust slowly began to amalgamate with a fateful ingredient  —  acceptance.       Everything she had in her  ,  every nuance of emotion she felt since the moment he forced her to come with him  ,  knocked her out and tied her down  ,  darkly bestowing his reckoning upon her.       She had been angry  ,  nearly frothing with violence. 

                                                    But it was all gone now. 

His knuckles were white where his hands had punitively grasped the cup within the circumference of his palms  ,  digits splayed around it in a vice.       Lifting the cup to his lips  ,  he drained what was left of it.       Her eyes slightly widened at his next motion of destruction  ,  throwing the cup as it shattered in fragments  —  a reckoning of his frayed tolerance left in shards.       She made no motion to comment on his proclamation  ,  and felt it was best of not reacting to an action she had caused by more enacting.       She regretted being so ardent as her feelings overwhelmed her enough to spiral out of control and she lacked the coveting of acceptance in that moment.       She could not accept what she did not know  ,  did not try to know  ,  and that was her blunder. 

                                                    She didn’t understand. 

She hunkered down any vestige of sordid emotion  ,  pugnacious animation that she could have used against him  ,  and for once she was still.       The table had been cracked beyond repair  —  she would see about that later  ,  but eyes blown she had realized that his power was so great.       The outburst wouldn’t make him more of a monster  ,  and she didn’t even blame him for what he did to the table.       She knew that she had overdone things.       His thoughts spiraled through their dyad like wildfire  ;  though in tatters  ,  he was projecting so vehemently that it catapulted in waves of cataclysm as the force of it hit her and took her slightly aback. All of his thoughts came out in a stream.       From anger to resentment  ,  to the fear of what she thought of him.       Taking her to his home  ,  making her feel things even against her will.       The way others perceived him and the way he didn’t care about anything or anyone and hadn’t for a very long time.       She felt it all through this miraculous and maddeningly astute bond that she didn’t want to acknowledge  —  but here it was  ,  teeming with renewed life  ,  the frayed edges mending and pulling itself back together in the dexterity of its magnetism and iron will.       She wanted to brush the onyx cluster of curls from his face  ,  but she didn’t want to approach him too suddenly  —  not after both of their outbursts.       She knew without having to be told that distance was probably best for the time being.       But she didn’t want him to leave  —  she didn’t want him to go and leave her in a place that was unfamiliar and remote and altogether foreboding to her.       She was frightened and in a place she knew she didn’t belong.       But if flowers could grow here  ,  a place where they shouldn’t have been able to grow  ,  then she wouldn’t dissipate so easily. 

❝  I’m sorry for being so hard on you.       You aren’t  …  a monster.  ❞       She whispered  ,  and moved closer.       It was as if there was some unforeseen force guiding her  ,  pushing her forward at a crawling pace.       A certain flower maiden she presumed.       ❝  But I need you to see me as me  ,  not her.       She has been haunting me since I was a child  ,  filling me with plaguing visions.       If you knew the things that I have done  ,  then perhaps you wouldn’t see yourself as the only monster in the room  ,  ❞  her voice lowered and softened  ,  not warranting the edge they held earlier.       ❝  I don’t know what is between the two of you  ,  but I can assure you that this is all new to me.       You are new to me.       And I don’t want to fear you  …  Ren.  ❞       She tasted his name upon her lips and the contents of its syllables and vowels were like home to her. She could sense the outline of his struggle  —  how he faltered from the inebriety of the alcohol that waged a war through his bloodstream.       The only remedy for what ailed him was rest  ,  and she knew that they would get nowhere with more arguments manifesting.       She slowly moved across the expanse  ,  and she knew that if he was at full throttle she wouldn’t be able to pull this off as easily as she would now.       Resting index and middle finger to swipe across his forehead  ,  his eyes closed and he crumbled before her in a sea of inky black void  ;  he would not really know anything until the next day. 

Shadows bloomed beneath his eyes  ,  and she wondered how long it had been since he had gotten a proper full night’s rest.       The same digits that she used to captivate him into a lulling and dreamless sleep  ,  she propelled and ascended his heavy form to float toward his bed  ,  and covered him gently with the dense black throw.       Eyes closed  ,  his lids were smooth without a crease to indicate that he was sleeping roughly  ,  and she could only surmise that this was the first time he had ever been rewarded without the gravity of his nightmares.       Her body melded and curled around him  ,  and she curled her slender arms around the thickness of his torso of its own volition. 

In the void of space  ,  she found her eyes closing  ,  and the pull of sleep took her in the web of its undertow  ,  spent after using her abilities so far away from home.

Kylo bent further, the edges of his vison frayed AND BLACK SWARMED - her voice distantly sounding in his mind. It all hit him at once perhaps if he had controlled his impulse - he would have not been subdued by this  INTOXICATION. He wanted to be present with Devin in the moment of their closure, but his body failed him. The last thing he saw before his ANCIENT orbs shut, was her soft touch, how her DELICATE fingers carded in his hair, sweeping it from his sweat sheened forehead. Ren's heavy body gave way -- slumping forward only to be caught by her wandering arms and the force of her own mystical powers. Kylo had not slept in THREE days, insomnia was no stranger to the dark lord - when he was a child he struggled to fall asleep - and would often keep his parents up for days on end. Never did he tell them how he'd hear voices, they would whisper to him in the DEAD OF NIGHT - keeping him awake and scared to sleep. Until exhaustion found him, the VOICES would turn to VISIONS -  they became lucid dreams of his own future, or a telling of what could come, it terrified him. It was only when he grew older that these intrusions lessened in severity - but they had not gone away completely. However whatever the witch had done, it put him in a peaceful slumber, something he had not experienced in months. This night Kylo didn't dream, no voices plagued his rest. But something woke him suddenly -- warmth, closeness Ren had never experienced while laying in bed. Dark eyes snapped open - the room had fallen to dimness, and all he saw were the lights from the chronometer. Squinting his eyes they adjusted to make out the time... it was still early - still morning. He shifted - pressing his body against the warmth that had awaken him... realization settled as sleep filled orbs scanned the curled shape that laid against him. He shuddered, quickly shifting away from her, he did not remember how he got here, he tried to recall the events that lead him here but there were holes in his memory. The only thing that he could recollect was that Devin in her smallness must have put him to bed. Ren thought laying beside her, watching how her chest rose and fell, sleeping soundly. Heat flushed along his nose - blushing his face a faint red... the temperature of his blood rose.. skin prickling beneath the layers of his tunic. . ❝  Devin...   ❞ her name hushed on his lips, his voice a rich deep timbre, still full of sleep. ❝ Wake up  ❞ Ren's large hand lightly grasped her shoulder - running deft fingers along the slender shape of her arm. Upon contact, he was met with a jolt...the bond hummed pleased by their connection. It took his breath, shattering his resolve...he had felt this before - but in their corporeal form the strength of their dyad was much stronger. His obsidian orbs drew in on how she too stirred... distancing his frame from her body - it was futile, past the point of stopping his blood from pooling in his groin, he rolled his eyes exasperated with himself. Rising from bed, the silken black throws, slid from him as he stood his his full height. Kylo could feel the effects of drinking - his head ached — his eyes sensitive to the smallest bits of light  and his stomach turned. He carefully moved through his room - making his way to the small kitchenette, built within his chambers. The only thing he could think of was Caf, it would drive away the pain in his head. As he prepared the drinks, the scent of roasted beans drifted through the sterile room, he poured two cups, taking them in both hands and setting them on the cracked obsidian center piece of his seating area.

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@rose-rot​ asked 𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑨 : 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ?  𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 , 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒇 ? ❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   Kylo is a naturally 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 individual, this pertains to people and his material possessions.  He has experienced a lot of loss in many forms, so when he grows an attachment to something it’s typically hard for him to see himself without that thing. The fear of losing is what 𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦 that 𝖲𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 away. With people while it’s a rarity - BUT he can be demanding, overbearing - harbor jealously, ( that depends on the situation. ) Ren is deeply insecure, as much as he fronts confidence, he is incredibly anxious of those he is close to walking from his life, abandoning him. Kylo is not a 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 person but is very territorial when it comes to the things he owns, he is a bit of a minimalist - but those small things are stowed away, where no one can touch or break these special or sentimental items.

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rose-rot​:

𝕭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ,  the unambiguous bedroom of stark and unimaginative color  ,  plaintive sheets and machinery was exchanged for a more ambient and epochal setting.       The unadorned bed was exchanged for a four-post spindled bed  ,  the balusters reaching high to almost reach out to the crown moldings of the vaulted ceiling.       A crackling fire rumbled in the black marble fireplace  ,  the hearth extending as it splayed the shadows of their dancing silhouettes against the plumes of the flames.       Books were splayed above in an adorning mantlepiece  ,  and hovering just above was a large painting of the kitten she left behind  ,  one that she had named 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚. 

It was clear to see that this was a construction of her recollections of home  ,  the design a composition of her fond memories.       The soft feather bed transposed the rigid one of Kylo’s  ,  and her long  ,  fair hair splayed out in a streaming mane of icy gold hair that was more silver than of the opposition.       Revolving into the wealth of his strong arms  ,  shrouded by his magnificent form  ,  her long and uncontrolled wealth of locks tumbled down the side of the massive bed  ,  its hue contrasting with the folds of the sheer black canopy of draperies. 

❝  As you wish  ,  ❞       her hand entwined with his  ,  fingers interlocking.       She could feel him grow warm under the brushing of her form against his exposed chest.       She pushed herself closer to his form  ,  draping the coverlet more securely over them  ,  cocooning them.       Twining her slender fingers into the wealth of his dark curls  ,  she closed her eyes in contentment. 

𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 when the two shared the bed he would be on his side, she the other. Kylo was a ʀᴇsᴛʟᴇss sleeper, he never stayed still, he would hog the blankets, which also included her space. Ren often moved across the ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ barrier that kept them separated. Only to wake with his arms spun around her possessively, it startled him how he subconsciously found her, blamed the bond, but in truth he was 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. So laying here - fully awake with Devin's body intertwined with his 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅 his heart, rushed heat to his ears - knotted his throat before he swallowed it down and closed his lids tightly. She only encased him fully -- pushing so their bodies pressed closer. Kylo kept his eyes shut, concentrating on the muscle which pounded loudly against his ribs - desperately trying to conceal the ϙᴜɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ​ of his breath. He could feel the softness of her fingers, they dragged against his scalp...Ren couldn’t help but roll his eyes,  ϙᴜᴇʟʟᴇᴅ by the ease of her touch. He enjoyed it - how she carded through each raven midnight curl.  ❝ That feels nice. ❞ he announced softly, opening his eyes to rove over Devin’s relaxed features.