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WISH LIST

★ my dark au kink:
+ being captured by the first order and subjected to reconditioning
+ trying to turn him back with the power of gay love and friendship (and possibly failing)
+ he was always a first order tie fighter pilot instead of winter soldiered
+ poe and finn first order murder squad (dynamics if they were both stormtroopers? running away together?)
+ ^ part b: the fam that gets captured and reconditioned together… stays…together…
+ Interesting Dynamics with kylo and hux from dark aus

★ finn stuff
+ what will they do after the war? romantic vacations? homesteading? sending finn's spit to space 23andme?
+ infinite escape reimagining/aus, stormpilot escape room reigning champions

★ rey stuff
+ relationship of convenience because they're both In Denial
+ sith princess rey aus where he tries to save her and/or she turns him

★ kylo stuff
+ infinite interrogating/torture room reimagining/aus
+ ^ part b: stockholm syndrome?
+ We Need to Talk about Leia

★ general
+ honestly anything regarding leia (esp processing grief post-tros)
+ talking about his sketchy spice runner past (possibly playing things taking place during that time in his life?)
+ ^ same for things taking place during academy/new republic tbh
+ i love aus. modern aus, vampire aus, a/b/o aus, let's au the entire world
+ i prefer m/m for poe but am good with most ships

kinks if ya nasty

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[ his confusion takes a hard left turn into anger. surprisingly, he doesn't like being talked down to like a child. but he also ... doesn't have any better ideas.

being left alone, unrestrained, he tries to release his pent-up anger in one of his favorite ways: trashing inanimate objects. but given that there's not really anything to trash, he settles for violently kicking the interrogation rack a few times before settling back down into wallowing. and trying to clean more blood off his face.

at least he saved bb-8. he could hold on to that. hope as fragile as a dandelion in a dust storm. but it meant something that he had it at all. ]

[ When Kylo steps off the shuttle there's a few officers and stormtroopers waiting for her command. The senior officer she instructs to monitor the progress being made with the droid, and to inform her when all the data was gathered. They wouldn't be destroying it after all, but sending it back to the Resistance with a little gift, a holo that she yet needed to record.

Actually, she would probably work on that while the troopers and one of the officers took her prisoner to one of the ship's medical bays, which is the next round of instructions she gives out. She wanted him tended to and patched up, a nice clean slate for her to work with. While there, she would have the staff complete a full work-up, in case there were any nasty medical secrets lurking beneath the surface. She didn't expect any, given his military position, but she wasn't going to trust whatever New Republic or Resistance records she could have dug up. Once done at medical, they were to bring Poe, restrained, to the throne room.

The sound of him letting out some of his frustration doesn't so much as cause her to pause in giving orders. But once she's done she turns, directing her voice back in Poe's direction. ]

Dameron... [ The Force is back in her voice, enough of it that calling his name will demand attention in a way near impossible for him to ignore. ] Get out here. Don't keep me waiting.

[ Once she can see him it's his turn to receive orders, as she keeps that same tone enhanced with her power. If he disliked obeying her little command on the shuttle, he would really hate this. ] You're going to go with these troopers to the med bay. You will behave yourself and answer any questions from the medical staff honestly. Am I understood?

[ he can feel her words pulling at him again, forcing him back into motion towards the place where he'd least like to be. any fight against her command is mental, the force pulling him along as easily and naturally as if he were in control of his own actions. he rushes out to meet her, even. actually rushes.

he knows what she's doing with the words before it actually sets in. first hearing, then feeling. go with the troopers to the med bay. behave. answer questions honestly.

as much as he tries to fight against it (by trying to run or cause a scene, anything he can think of that equates to some sort of struggle), he can't. the orders are locked in. he could misbehave just as easily as he could start walking on the ceiling. i.e., not at all. (that feeling when you're actually ella enchanted?) ]

Yes.

[ so much salt and bitterness contained inside a single word. ]

[ Kylo doesn't even try not to grin, borderline smirking as watching him obey fills her with smug contentment. Oh yes, this particular ability would see plenty of use. Part of her is already thinking ahead, wondering how far she can push him or how little of her power she can use before his willpower is able to overrule a command.

After all, even though he hadn't been able to keep her from what she wanted the first time she was in his mind, she certainly wouldn't call him weak-minded. Without aid of the Force, virtually everyone succumbed to such an ability in the end. Even with aid of the Force it couldn't always be resisted. Though she doubted that was knowledge he would take comfort in. ]

Good. [ The power leaves her voice, but not before that single word. She wants to see if the simple praise makes him uncomfortable. ] It's so nice to see that even the most rebellious can be brought to heel. [ That remark is for their audience, however after she steps in close, lowering her voice for only the two of them. It's tempting to touch him, just to cause that much more unease in him, but she refrains. ] Perhaps after I've broken you in a little I'll send whatever's left of the Resistance a holo showing them just what's become of their revered pilot.

[ She steps back and out of the way then, gesturing for all present to tend to their respective orders. There's plenty to be done but Kylo lingers, eyes following Poe just to make sure her orders had the desired effect. ]

[ the praise is like her trying to gently touch his face in verbal form — it feels good, but his mind is screaming that it shouldn't. that it's wrong.

and then color drains from his face. now that bb-8 is, as far as he knows, safe, he has nothing to hide behind. not bb-8, not the resistance. just the worry (worry? fear) for himself and his own fate. he tries to shove it down, tries to stay angry instead. if he holds on to that emotion, it's enough of a livewire that he won't need anything else. ]

You won't break me.

[ that's all he says before he's carted off, unable to do anything besides glance back at kylo with indignation one last time. ]

[ Before he can bury it she catches a flicker of that fear and oh, she wants to clutch at that thread and yank it to the forefront. To invoke the sort of fear that could paralyze even the strongest foe.

But Kylo resists the urge, keeps her power to herself, and lets him go. Even if part of her wants to project her voice in his mind simply to have the last word. Patience, she reminds herself. There's all the time in the world. All the time she sees fit to allow him. Which would likely end up being far more time than he would ever want, once he begins to see what she's capable of.

As she heads off to a conference room to record the holo for the Resistance, she can't recall the last time she was so excited to have someone to toy with. Most of the wayward or unlucky Resistance fighters that the First Order had captured in the past were scarcely worth her attention, their minds of little value and easily broken. One or two were mold-able enough to be sent to reconditioning, but the rest had simply been killed like the irritating pests they were. An officer trying to defect had probably been the last time Kylo rolled up her sleeves and really had an enjoyable time with the torture. It was important to soundly punish such traitors to make sure anyone else with the slightest of doubts stayed in line.

This was yet more personal. Through Poe she could strike at the very heart of the Resistance. Strike at the last remaining family she had, the wretch of a mother who somehow yet lived and refused to yield even when the odds were so clearly against them. She could strike at the traitor responsible for Poe slipping through her fingers the first time (though with Snoke around she wouldn't have been able to actually indulge herself, so in that respect it was almost an acceptable loss). And she could strike at the dirty little scavenger who threw away the chance at real power in favor of playing at being a hero. Kylo would see them all dead, eventually. She might even keep Poe alive to see such just to torture him that much more, assuming she didn't lose interest by then.

It doesn't take her long to record the message. Kylo keeps it short and to the point. She tells them that the First Order have all the information from the droid and the Resistance would soon have nowhere they could hide so they might as well give up and beg for her mercy. She informs them Poe is alive but firmly under her control, and she taunts them with the threat of reconditioning (okay, the threat is mostly to jab at FN-2187). Lastly, she calls out General Organa and reveals herself for who she once was. Call it long overdue payback for how she found out the truth about her grandfather, mixed with a hope of causing strife within the Resistance. Surely it wouldn't set well with many, knowing their leader's child is the one who has been hunting them down.

Once done, Kylo sends the message over to the Finalizer and watches on the video feed to make sure it's transferred to the droid and protected from being overwritten. Thanks to the droid itself they know precisely where to send it and a trusted squad are sent with the droid to make sure it gets to the proper location. As part of this act of mercy, the troops are only an escort and have explicit instructions not to engage.

After all of that she retires to her throne room to patiently wait, taking audience with assorted officers and staff in the meantime. She did have an army to attend to and a galaxy that was slowly but steadily coming under her rule. Best to get 'work' out of the way so no one tried to distract from her fun once her prisoner was ready. ]

[ meanwhile, med bay was a new and exciting journey of self-discovery. sure, it was nice to have his whole nose situation fixed and any other minor abrasions tended to, but he couldn't find any real relief in it. even if she didn't say she wanted a clean slate, he wasn't stupid enough to think that getting him healed up was a gesture done from genuine concern for his health.

the self-discovery part came in when he tried to push the limits against her orders. leaving him with the self-awareness to fight instead of blindly obey was probably a fun game on her part. he knew that, too.

so he experiments with it. tries to will himself to make a run for it, or to knock things in the med bay over. he tries to lie. but it doesn't work. the ideas don't make it past the "idea" stage; his body flat-out ignores him.

is this what a mental breakdown is like?

it's not even over something drastic. just a relatively minor, innocuous loss of control. but he hates it so much.

that's the mood when it's time to him to be dragged back to kylo ren. he hasn't had a facial expression that isn't some flavor of angry since he was taken prisoner, and he's not about to stop now. today stoic, silent anger is what's on the menu. he doesn't know what happened, not to bb-8 or to the resistance or with whatever message she had been planning on sending, but he could only hope that, if nothing else, at least bb-8 was okay. that is literally the only thing he's clinging on to right now. ]

[ so on the one hand this is fuckin wild. like just watching poe do the weird bed parkour instead of asking him to get up, while not actually bothering to get up. it's captivating in a really weird... trainwreck you can't stop watching but at least nobody is dying way. nothing dead here but pieces of their spirit and also the shared body warmth mood.

on one hand part of finn is going how are we going to legit survive anything in an operation like this. another part of him finds the whole ordeal kind of endearing. if finn used words like endearing.

as someone currently in a twin bed i can confirm through my real world testing: space jesus could only third wheel it from the desk chair. finn sort of scoffs. it's not a laugh but there's 100% an amused edge to it. ]

Am I sleeping with you?

[ is this about the depression nap or is it how he segues into "if the mysterious second shoe i'm waiting to see drop on this too-good-to-be-true situation is sexual favors......... then you're really bad at negotiating, PS no, go change back out of your dom jeans".

it's the former. ftr. i mean he's dumb but he's not stupid so he knows it's potentially not the best wording in the world once it's left his mouth?? he just doesn't care enough to tack on a "Not Like That". they've had cry sessions together and held hands and stuff, he's pretty much past the embarrassment stage. if he weren't he wouldn't have survived any part of this friendship establishment. ]

[ She's in the midst of receiving a report on the latest system to fall to the First Order when they bring him in. Her eyes shift his direction for a moment but she doesn't cut short the officer's report, continuing to listen even if some of her attention is elsewhere. (Let's be honest, she hasn't been giving anyone her full attention because she's been too busy browsing her mental library of torture scenarios.)

After a few minutes more she dismisses the officer, having heard all she needs for the time being. Kylo beckons the troopers closer with Poe, relaxing against her dark throne, and a little smirk starts to curve her lips. ]

I trust all went without incident?

"Yes, Supreme Leader."

Wonderful. Just what I like to hear. [ Her gaze moves from the trooper who had spoken to Poe and she regards him quietly a moment before returning her eyes to the troopers. ] That will be all. You may return to your duties.

[ Kylo is quiet until they're left alone, the Knights by the door stepping out as well, and then all her attention focuses on Poe. ] Your anger is rather delectable, you know. We'll see how long it takes to dissolve into the fear that it hides. [ After a pause she decides to give him one small bit of solace, since he did attempt to play her earlier game in the shuttle. ] The droid is shortly to be on its way back to the Resistance. Unharmed, personality in tact. I do have to wonder though if it's capable of understanding that you attempted to barter your life for its.

[ 'Attempted' only because his life was forfeit as soon as he was captured. ]

[ inside he is freaking out like an anime character. maybe he also has a nosebleed (inside, like an anime character). he's not emotionally prepared for that???? and if he's not emotionally prepared for that, he's at least 90 percent certain that finn is also not emotionally prepared for that. something feels very wrong about "so we've known each other for like five days — four of which were spent crying in separate corners — and you have the emotional stability of a plum, now get ready it's time for the sex."

no, that's dumb. finn couldn't have meant it that way. he was definitely asking the surface-level version of that question, where sleeping literally means sleeping. he's the jerk for thinking about the other way in the first place. take a cold sonic, dameron. ]

If you want to. You don't have to. [ maybe he should clarify? is this about to be a comedy of misunderstandings? ]

The other rooms are stripped bare, though. You've got floor and more floor to choose from. But if you don't want to, we could take turns.

[ he's okay. bb-8 is okay. he lets all that anger (and fear) wash away for a split second, replaces by relief. it's not long before the wave comes crashing back. but still. bb-8 is okay. ]

He's not — of course he would be. If he knew.

[ bb-8 was like a child. naive in some ways, but always curious. always clever. (sometimes too clever.)

but, he knew ... even if droids couldn't express emotions like grief, they could still feel them. the last time they saw each other, they were being carted off to their own separate gruesome ends. besides that, bb-8 would be able to look at whatever message kylo and the first order uploaded into him. he knew poe wasn't going to come back this time.

the thought of that made his heart hurt. but he'd rather his droid be hurting than wiped blank or broken into scrap metal. ]

[ A brow lifts at that brief lull she senses in his emotions. Part of her is almost sad that a droid of all things is what strikes his emotions the hardest, only because there was no torturing a droid. Not really, not like with organics. So even if the First Order again snatched up the droid, all it would be useful for would be to taunt him with. ]

The droid may know, or find out, in any case. [ She purposefully refers to his droid as a thing and not a person, like he is. ] I'm sending it back with a little message.

[ Changing the subject, she makes an idle gesture at the room around them. ] It's nice, isn't it? Suitable for a galactic ruler. Snoke favored nearly all blacks but I thought it needed more red. Just some splashes. Kind of like fresh blood on the polished floor. [ There's something about the way she says the last sentence that sounds like foreshadowing. ]

You'll become plenty familiar with this room, as with others. The torture room with all my toys isn't far. What you went through in interrogation before is nothing. Droids break, but I can keep going for hours. And I'm very, very creative. [ The smirk returns to her lips and she beckons him closer, reaching out through the Force to pull him toward the throne. And once he's close enough she reaches out with one hand to curl her fingers in his shirt and physically pull him right in front of her. Personal space? Nonexistent with her.

Her eyes run over his face as she speaks again. ] Earlier you said I wouldn't break you, but we both know that's a lie. I can break your mind and your body, and I can put you back together to do it all over again. If I want I can break you and mold you into the perfect little pet. Erase every thought about the Resistance and the war from your mind, take away everything you know until there's only me. How does that sound, Dameron? Obeying me because you want to. Doing any little thing I tell you to without question. Living to serve my every whim.

[ there's the fear again, crawling up his throat. he tries to push it down like before. keep with his anger. but it's harder and harder. the fear keeps growing, getting louder, leaving the anger to dissipate. building from the second she starts pulling him closer, reaching a kind of precipice when she's done speaking. and he's left hanging over the precipice, trying desperately to claw his way back up.

but he can't. he can't lie anymore — not because of the force, either. he can't lie to himself anymore. he knows he can't fight it. he's tried. tried and lost, as if there could have been any other outcome. ]

I'd rather die.

[ for someone who isn't actively suicidal, he keeps turning to death as the solution for his problems. but ... after so long, it keeps feeling more and more like it may be the only solution. the only way he can get out while still holding on to his sense of self.

his body isn't locked in place by the force, he realizes. he could struggle against her, run away. but to where? he'd never make it to a shuttle. he'd never make it out of this room. he felt paralyzed by something else. the same thing that's keeping his heart racing and his breathing shallow. it's that fear taking over, relenting to the knowledge that she's right. ]

Oh, I'm sure you would. I'm sure you'll beg me to kill you. [ She lets go of his shirt, hand smoothing the fabric back down. Deceptive softness, a gentle but firm caress, perhaps not all that different from how she might offer reward in the scenario she spoke of. ] Just like earlier I'm sure you'll try to tell me your life has no value and I should just throw it away. Let you have the mercy of death.

[ Humming a thoughtful noise, she tilts her head as she looks at him and lifts her hand to the side of his face. Almost daring him to brush off her touch, turn away, anything. She can taste the fear from him and it makes her eyes darken, thrilling and delighting her. ] You can't deny it now, can you? The truth that's hovered in the back of your mind from the moment your ship was caught. No one's coming to rescue you. No one's going to help you escape. No miracle is going to occur to free you.

You're mine, Dameron. I can, and will, do anything I want to you. Your life is mine and I will keep you alive as long as I care to, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

[ Kylo smiles then. It's genuine but dark, the way a beast might smile before it devours the feast laid before it. And what a feast she has before her. ]

[ rip poe we knew ye well. at this point he's more than earned his right to depression nap. like let the man live. let him rest.

finn is 100% not emotionally prepared for that. for the record. poe is wise beyond his years. and finn is putting that "you don't have to" in his file of "you don't have to"s. he's hoarding them to make like that wolverine meme where he touches the photo frame.

he thinks about it. sleeping in the same room as someone is basically a whole trust. but poe is also willing to put a trust in the collective trust pot on this one. that helps. and if poe transforms into a scooby doo villain after doing literally nothing harmful or purposefully bad ever, finn is pretty sure he could punch him in the face very hard. ]

It's fine. [ the big mood is agreeing to stuff because the idea doesn't offend you and also you kind of wanna be around to see what bullshit your one friend does next. putting together the red string conspiracy theory about what wild stuff you must have gotten up to with him for him to go the full rescue nine yards. he's living a life of unanswered questions because he hasn't straight-up asked the questions yet. ] If I don't like it, I'll move.

[ that's for his own benefit of having said it and sort of for poe's benefit just so he's not thinking about it too much. time to Make Room For Finn, master of waiting for things to go horribly wrong so that he can say he knew it would. ]

Okay.

[ it is very hard for him to leave it at "okay" and not just literally spit out a string of emojis irl ( 😍😬😭💦🙌🧡🌈) (if anakin skywalker can speak binary in a deleted prequel scene i believe in poe's ability to speak emojis) in response to the hearty agreement that is "it's fine," but he manages.

he manages also to keep all of his emotions in check. he straight up wrangled finn and turned him into a teddy bear in the other thread, how is he supposed to be a polite gentleman in this one, huh. how. he's trying, though. so hard. there's a lot of behind the scenes emotional labor on poe's part happening here. anyway, he moves as far back as he can against the wall to accommodate finn's existence. ]

There's not a lot of space, so ... we'll have to sleep real close.

[ how do you say "we're gonna have to spoon at fuckin least" when you're a tsundere potato. ]

[ poe: i'm gonna be careful with this, the love of my life, in his time of great strife and confusion and be a Gentleman and try really hard not to make him uncomfortable with this arrangement
finn: yeah fuck it i'm tired yeet

he kicks his boots off like sort of a gentleman though. like, he's not sure if he kicks in his sleep. he's never had to find out. it's an adventure. it's.......

honestly it's kind of weird not having the boots on and he's not sure about it, but even if a vagabond gets past bb-8 and shows up to stab them, would they go for his feet anyway. get it together, finn. ]

I noticed. [ spatial reasoning: he has it when he's not crying, but don't put money on it every time. was poe saying he didn't notice? no, he's probably just being polite. because surprise surprise..... surprises are Bad. finn horizontalizes himself. he tries to sort of leave room for poe to not have to fuse with the wall to survive? it's gonna be a balancing act. but they can do this. it's teamwork. ] If you don't like it, I'll move.

[ he forgot to add that to the thing he said before. now his bases are covered.

this is more comfortable than the floor looks. ]

[ where were poe's boots in this equation? who was phone? i mean he's been depression napping for days on end, he probably went out to greet finn in his socks. why not. it lines up with his big mood of existential despair.

this is cool. finn just yeeted right on in to bed. finn's back is pressed against him. this is what he wanted, right? it feels a whole lot like what he wanted. what he wanted when finn was still original recipe finn. as it became more and more clear that finn was not going to be returning to original recipe finn, he was coming to terms with giving up on that dream.

BUT NOW IT'S HAPPENING???

whew. ok. gotta stay cool. he puts his arm over finn to make life less cramped but also to creep into spooning territory. ]

This is okay, right?

[ the worst part of all of it was knowing that she was right. she was right. every bit of it. he knew nobody was coming for him. they didn't have the manpower. they couldn't have rescued him the first time, let alone now, with so much of the resistance whittled away.

worse than that, was knowing that she was right in the sense that he was hers. he couldn't fight against it. nobody else could help him — except rey, maybe — and she certainly wasn't here right now. placing his eggs in that basket felt futile. there was no guarantee that she would come, or that it wouldn't be too late if she did. (he didn't like that thought. the thought of "too late."

what can he do? what's left? there are no big battles to be won here. as in, he can't leave. he can't take down kylo ren. any fighting, any noncompliance, has to be done on the micro level.

so he takes a chance. he reaches for her wrist to pull her hand away. ]

Don't touch me.

[ "don't touch me" was a sad argument in the face of "your life is mine," but it's all he has. it's all that he feels like he can control. ]

Why? Afraid the more I touch you, the more you'll learn to like it?

[ She lets him pull her hand from his face before she twists her wrist in his grasp, not to break it but to grab a wrist in turn. Her grip is only strong enough to hold on, more of a mirrored grip than anything else. A small way of not letting him have entirely what he wants for the moment. At least for the time being her other hand remains harmless resting on the arm of her throne. ]

You know, you could have tried to barter for that when trying to convince me to let your droid go. Well, more the opposite, really. You could have offered your body rather than your life. [ The remark comes as Kylo shifts her eyes away from his face to drag her gaze over the rest of him, not remotely trying to hide it. ] Although if we want to get technical you sort of did by first offering anything.

[ his mouth gapes open as he tries to find the best words (or any words) to reply with, but nothing comes out. he's just standing there silent, mouth hanging open in a disgusted expression while she holds his wrist.

the truth was, he hadn't considered it as an option because he wasn't really interested in women that way. it hadn't even registered as a blip on his radar.

he pulls his wrist back (or tries to), expression settling down into his usual baseline of contempt. ]

Sorry, not interested.

[ The fact that catches him off-guard both does and doesn't surprise her. It's far from the first time she's seen such a reaction in a man. Amazing how prowess in the Force or on the field of battle they might scarcely blink at, but turn that to matters more intimate, to behavior more typically thought of as masculine, and suddenly they were shocked and appalled. Kylo's in a good enough mood to not have it grate on her nerves -- which most certainly is to Poe's benefit, even he might not consider anything to be at present.

Her lips press together in another smirk, a brow arching at the expression on his face. It's almost cute, really. A trace of innocence soon to wither and die. ]

As if that even slightly matters. Particularly at this point in time.

[ When he tries to pull out of her grasp she only tightens her grip, giving a slight tug in return to keep him close. Kylo shifts her position in the throne, sitting more properly with feet flat on the ground, legs parting so he stands between them, taking away another small bit of space that remains between them. She leans forward, purposely putting herself almost nose-to-nose with him to make him uncomfortable, her dark eyes on his. ]

Protest all you like, it's not going to help in that any more than when it comes time for me to sink a blade into you. What bothers you? The worry that I might be right about that too? That you might learn to crave me, need me? Sounds like a fun experiment. To see how long it takes before no means yes without my powers swaying your mind.

Of course, I think I've already proved I can make your body obey me without affecting what you really think... [ Her other hand moves then, splaying upon his stomach, and there's something almost threatening about what could otherwise be a relatively innocent motion. ]

[ he didn't think it would matter, not really, but he figured he'd try to deflect.

either way, she succeeds in making him uncomfortable. she's so close, too close. and she has his wrist, so he can't move back. he can't even imagine what she's talking about. needing her. impossible. every cell in his body wants to revolt against it. even her hand pressed against his stomach makes him want to recoil. he doesn't, but he wants to. his insides do. ]

C'mon, stop.

[ his witty retorts take a steep decline in quality. they aren't working. it's a game he can't win. telling her to sink the blade in wouldn't get him his way. that's the only other alternative his mind can come up with. and "stop" certainly isn't going to actually get her to stop, but it's all that comes out. it's the fear bubbling its way up to the surface. ]

Give me a reason to. [ Not that she's saying it's possible to, but he could try. It's the start of another little game like on the shuttle, curious to see what he might say or do.

After a moment Kylo tilts her head, almost like she might try to kiss him, however instead she leans to speak next to his ear. Though her voice lowers it remains every bit as predatory. ]

Would you like a choice in something? I bet you're yearning for one. [ She pauses as her eyes close, breathing in deep the scent of him. The fear and discontent, the faint trace of anger that failed to keep the fear at bay, and the scent of him beneath it all. Such a delicious cocktail. ] You can have a night's reprieve, but you have to offer me something worthwhile in return. Something you'll give and not be made to do with my power.

Or... you can protest some more and I'll take you right here, right now. [ Her hand shifts, fingers curling in the waistband of his pants with clear intent. ] And when I'm through you'll be sent to a cell to wallow in your pain and anguish.

[ Kylo draws back then. She even releases her hold on him, relaxing back against the throne. There's an expectant look on her face as her gaze settles on him. ] Your choice, Poe.

[ you can see him bracing for a kiss in the way his mouth clamps shut as soon has her face starts coming in to close the gap. it's no relief when she doesn't, though. not when the alternative is worse.

the choice isn't much of a choice. he knows it, and he knows that she meant for it to be that way. he's fully aware of this being just another game to her. he doesn't even try to step back when she lets go of him. she'll just pull him back in again, probably.

instead, he purses his lips in a thin line, exhaling through his nose. he knows what he's going to choose. he already knew, as soon as she laid the options out. but it doesn't make it any easier. he wanted the choice. he wanted to be in control of his own actions. even if the thought of whatever those actions might be left him feeling sick to his stomach. a new and exciting opportunity to feel disgust at himself instead of at her. ]

Did you have something in mind, or am I supposed to surprise you?

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pretends i shouldn't be running out the door to work in minutes :x

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