choices
perfidess·:
—AND THOSE CONSEQUENCES HAD COME CALLING. despite their disagreements and frequent moral clashes, this was the first time they’d truly found themselves on opposite sides of the board. she might have known he’d be tempted by the promise of power— it was written on his soul, a story she could safely say she’s read cover to cover. those memories like shards of glass glimmered in her mind; fractured and in pieces, but clear as day, like she’d lived every one. she knew him… and she knew why.
her brow knotted— this wasn’t the first time she’s had to fight a friend, and sure as heck won’t be the last.
“ friend ”—
the word has always felt like lead on the tongue, like a stranger she thought she knew once. it had felt like a long time since she called anyone that, especially outright. her thoughts turned to the avengers— to wade, to johnny, to janet… she’d left them all behind. her heart was hurting for everything she’d lost to be here, and she wanted so desperately to hold on to what she had left.
that came in the form of a lone man, wearing his sins like a desperate mask to hide the truth of him beneath it, cloaked in old wounds and shadow. she knew he was hurting, and though her clenched fists beckoned her to action like always… rogue relaxed her hands, slowly unfurling her fingers.
“ … ben. ” and she smiled kindly at him, without rage nor malice, only understanding, “ … you know it ain’t gonna be that easy, sugah. ”
she’d fight him if she had to— but maybe she wouldn’t have to.
KYLO was already wavering against her presence. She just stood there and called out the name he so wanted to forget and it was enough to put him to his knees. Still, stubborn like his parents, he fought against it-- not just her, but the pull she created just by being around him. Rogue was dangerous like that. He thought he’d close off his heart but somehow, this woman found the chink in his armor and found the vulnerabilities he worked so hard to hide from the galaxy. BUT he made his choice. He sided with power. And now he had to defend that choice from the person that he had managed to build a rapport with; the only person that actively strove to understand him beneath the mask.
CONFLICTED, he hesitated.
“No. No it won’t,” he answered, gripping his lightsaber with clenched fists. Why did it have to be her? Had it been anyone else, he would have cut them down without remorse. “Not for you--” His crimson blade ignited forth, crackling and painting his robes with an ominous red glare. “Nor for me. Turn around. Walk away. We don’t have to do this.”












