Reylo 34!
prompt: masquerade
(its not exactly a masquerade, but i had a lot of feelings about masks ok)
edit: finally fixed what tumblr messed up
He doesn’t remember what he was like before. Every night when he doffs his armor and stares in the mirror, he sees his face, but it’s not the same. It’s never the same. Those eyes that once looked brightly to the night sky reflect back to him now, dim and tinted with a brand of sorrow he dare not name.
The dimple that Ben Solo once had remains there on his cheek, but its harder to find -- only pulled to the surface when contorted into a snarl of rage.
The mask he wears is carved by his own hands. The shape was chosen by Snoke, the panel across his mouth specifically modified, but it was honor enough. His voice chosen by his Master to say his words. It was all for him and all made by Kylo’s own hand.
It is heavy. It is confining. It is restriction. It is enough.
And then he sees her.
He had seen her so much in dreams, oh so often in dreams. And as he saw her more, he saw what she so often tried to hid away.
She wears a mask of sorrow and hope, hiding away the loss she knows. At first its the sun of Jakku, blinding away all other possibilities to the truth. Then it’s the hope of another -- Han and Luke and the Resistance -- even him -- anything for her to hold onto.
Her mask is so simple it melts into her skin, her freckles replicated one by one. Her smile is the same, and so are her eyes, but they are what show it’s a mask. He sees their tremor -- sees her and her falsehoods.
So does she.
He feels the burn of her eyes, that knowingness of her tongue as she says his name over and over. Her accusations strip him -- monster, she called him, so daring that he took of his mask for her. His face wasn’t himself, but it was the only thing he had left. And he’d have her know him by no other way.
When he sees her again, his mask is shattered. Hers is torn.
She reaches out and he takes her hand.
They hold each other close as they push each other away, their masks left behind.
In the end, it’s all the same.












