#knightshe

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I belong here, and you will not deny me.

WHITE  -  HOT  !          her  words  strike  !     him  in  a  PREDATORY  moment  .     it  curls  down  his  spine  like  a  serpent  winding  ,     wrapped  around  each  individual  piece  of  rib  :    the  fury  of  a  GOD  !      she  would  calm  eventually  ,     but  would  HE  ?

           ❛       DAIYU  ,  IF  DENY  YOU  ,  WILL  YOU  DEFY  ME  ?                         IT  WOULD  BE  UNWISE  .   ❜

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knightshe

  concept:  sunday dinner w/ the knights of ren.  a...

they take their lunch breaks together in the dead of night and shittalk everyone

all by a campfire that one of them started by burning someone’s house down,  kylo makes a makeshift chair out of some bodies,  daiyu frying up some medium rare porg bc kylo is an animal

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its past lights out, with nearly everyone else asleep after a long day of training. most would not risk being caught by master luke --- but they ate reckless in the dark. curiosity sparks, and she kisses him under the cover of night. it's an unskilled but eager press of her mouth against his, dainty fingers woven into dark hair.

another day passes.   rough,  consuming.   whispers throughout all of the temple.   some good,  mostly bad.   they don’t trust ben.   not really.   some make an attempt,  but he can’t tell if it’s out of genuine feeling or out of fear.   the power that courses through him,  but it’s overshadowed by the turmoil in his heart.   he hears it again,  the call.   

he wants to sleep.  cover his ears with his pillow,  lightsaber at his side,  fight off the dark.   he can’t turn it off.   it’s everywhere he turns,  in every swing of his weapon,  in every lecture from master luke.   what if they’re right?   what if he was more dark than light?   

footsteps.   who would be up this late?   who risked trouble in the form of reciting texts from the old order?   as quickly as he realized was as quick as she appeared.   kasumi.   a feeling he couldn’t shake off.   a confidant?   a friend?   couldn’t be too sure in the dead of night.   he’s caught,  wonder in his eyes and confusion written on his face.   before he could even ask,  she’s  —

cold.   she’s cold.   he’s noticed that in their training.   wasn’t just the wind that flew in in her stead.   her lips:  warm.   warmth that he was unfamiliar with.   eyes widened in a flash,  but descends as he begins to understand.   it’s slow,  his touch.   palms skittish to find her hips,  but they do.   he melts into her,  concerned of her feelings and her thoughts,  but that wastes away.

rough,  consuming.   he breathes her in,  forehead rest against her own,  exhaling when they part.   ❛    …  you’re late.   this payback for yesterday in training?   if i find a bruise,  let me kiss it better  —    ❜ 

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TOUCHES W/ MY ICE HANDS

I CANT FEEL MY SPINE, YOU WITCH