On the other side of the room something falls off a shelf and shatters as Kylo goes very still. The lights in the room flicker for a moment or two, dimming, before returning to normal. Her hands still have a careful hold on his, not even twitching as her mood shifts, because she's not upset with him, and she would never hurt him. (Not now, that is, now that they're bound and he's hers. Thinking about what she did before is complicated.) The stillness isn't the calm sort, though. Her aura, and her presence in the Force is turbulent, dark, churning with a desire to lash out. Something the couple Knights on the ship can pick up on, even though they're not terribly near.
Her gaze is on their hands as she brushes her thumb across his knuckles, touching the soft, new skin. Funny how skills can come back easily no matter how much time has passed. But then, why shouldn't they for someone like her? After all, everyone had been so eager to train her (to control her, a voice always adds in her head) because she was like her grandfather; her power bore no signs of weakening, or being limited. ]
They won't bother you again.
[ Her tone is calm but there's an undercurrent of something dangerous. Something that says he's exactly right in his assessment of what she'd do to protect him. ]
How does your hand feel now? [ Kylo lifts her gaze to look at him, and though her contained fury has made her eyes darken, she looks at him with concern and protectiveness. ]
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On the other side of the room something falls off a shelf and shatters as Kylo goes very still. The lights in the room flicker for a moment or two, dimming, before returning to normal. Her hands still have a careful hold on his, not even twitching as her mood shifts, because she's not upset with him, and she would never hurt him. (Not now, that is, now that they're bound and he's hers. Thinking about what she did before is complicated.) The stillness isn't the calm sort, though. Her aura, and her presence in the Force is turbulent, dark, churning with a desire to lash out. Something the couple Knights on the ship can pick up on, even though they're not terribly near.
Her gaze is on their hands as she brushes her thumb across his knuckles, touching the soft, new skin. Funny how skills can come back easily no matter how much time has passed. But then, why shouldn't they for someone like her? After all, everyone had been so eager to train her (to control her, a voice always adds in her head) because she was like her grandfather; her power bore no signs of weakening, or being limited. ]
They won't bother you again.
[ Her tone is calm but there's an undercurrent of something dangerous. Something that says he's exactly right in his assessment of what she'd do to protect him. ]
How does your hand feel now? [ Kylo lifts her gaze to look at him, and though her contained fury has made her eyes darken, she looks at him with concern and protectiveness. ]