She is there for him, that’s for sure. Does he know it? She hopes no. It makes some difficulties.
His mind is so complicated, full of forts and traps. Nysa is careful to not fall on one of these. Kylo’s mind is like a minefield where she searches to understand the way to go. His dark hazel eyes is so hypnotized, it’s really difficult to remain concentrated.
She sees Han Solo’s death and the pain of a son. She was near to kill her mother, but at the end, she didn’t do: she couldn’t kill Keyra because she was her mother. She is always her mother
“I didn’t hate him. But I didn’t need him”
«are you sure about it, Kylo? When you will not need me, you’ll kill me? Is this your way of dealing with things?» she’s not angry, but very sad and worried.
“Thank you” he is so lovely in that moment, she wants to kiss him, but Nysa doesn’t do, because it’s not right. He doesn’t love her. He can’t love anyone.
When Nysa opens her eyes, she thinks to be in a dream. He’s so handsome, as when they were at the temple, but more adult and charming. Her finger caresses his lips and then touch the tip of the nose.
When his eyes open, her heart skips a beat, while the finger –that touched his lips– grazes her lips, as the kiss she desires.
“How do you feel?” His voice is incredibly hot also when he is just woke up.
«much better. And you, master?» her voice is sweet and apprehensively, as it was in past.
Nysa stands up, forgetting to be half naked, covered only with underwear and the blanket. Her back is naked and studded of bruises. «we should… go to train, right?»
@knight-ov-ren
He knew that Nova was there for Ben. Always. They were so close, they were always having each other’s backs. However, life wasn’t kind to them in any way, as the two were torn apart in tho different paths. The truth was, Kylo thought no one could have been there for him. He thought he was unlovable. His mind was part of the problem. Too traumatized, he had been building wall after wall, trap after trap, in order to keep himself same from the utter invasion that Snoke committed every single day in the mind of his apprentice. Kylo’s sense of abandonment left him sore to the core, splitting his soul in half in the moment of han Solo’s murder. Kylo was born from pain and lived in it, unable to break free from the endless cycle of violence that his life had become. «are you sure about it, Kylo? When you will not need me, you’ll kill me? Is this your way of dealing with things?» He wanted to turn away, to leave. Nysa was only stating the truth - it was Kylo’s insane reasoning was motivated by Snoke’s manipulation, and he was too afraid to see it. To see that a master once again failed him, to see that he was a prey to someone who only kept him alive for his powers. I could kill you now. I’m not doing it. He simply stated, but there was so much more behind his words: he meant to say that he always needed her, and even if this wasn’t the case, he could never kill her. She was the only person he genuinely loved - although it was difficult to admit it to himself now. After a long night of dreamless sleep, Kylo woke up feeling Nysa’s soft touch on his face. Surprised at first, he closed his eyelids, enjoying a loving gesture - one that he hadn’t received in years. «much better. And you, master?» her voice is soft - softer than anything he’s ever heard. I’m good. He answered, and his lips slightly parted in surprise, as he saw the bare skin of Nysa’s back. His first instinct was not to look at her from obvious embarrassment. He’d never seen her this bare, and it made his heart flutter uncomfortably. However, he kept his gaze on her, examining her bruised skin. «we should… go train, right?» She asked, and Kylo nodded, standing up as well, trying not to look too much at his apprentice. Yes, we’ll work on the force today. He declared, adjusting his clothes before walking to the door. He was ready to spare Nysa some pain by starting the physical training the next day. Was he being too good to her? I’ll see you at the training post in half an hour.