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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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[ he wakes up and ... can he really be surprised? no. from the second he realized he was going to be taken prisoner again, he had a feeling that this was where he'd end up. all that's missing is stormtroopers. he's left wondering about that detail.

any and all potential wondering is shoved to the side, though. the moment she approaches is the moment his adrenaline starts rushing. fight or flight is in full-effect. he can hear his pulse in his ears. he's bracing for more torture. was that it? maybe not more torture so much as having his mind violated again. that was what really filled him with dread. ]

Not any good ones. All this time and you still haven't gotten around to upgrading?

[ to say no would be lying, but he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of simply saying yes. ]

A shame. They're quite fond for me.

[ Oddly enough, not because of the torture itself. No, most of the enjoyment had come from retrieving what the First Order itself could not. Where they failed despite all their efforts at breaking the pilot, she had triumphed. Perhaps not at breaking him but that hadn't expressly been the goal. Finding out what he did with the map trumped all else. Properly breaking him would have come after, if not for his escape. ]

Upgrades? Oh, there are plenty on my flagship, but unfortunately it's still being repaired after your Resistance's attempt to destroy it. A creative attempt, I'll give you that, but only able to be performed once. [ Kylo almost wished she could have seen it, but she'd been a little occupied at the time. ] You'll get to see that ship soon enough.

[ It was simply easier to do the initial interrogation here than over on the Supremacy while it was mildly chaotic with construction. Something she was eager to have complete so she could leave the Finalizer to Hux and his glowering. All that had been Snoke's was now hers, which included the fleet's flagship, and she wasn't about to let Hux get any ideas about trying to claim it. Even if every time she walked into the throne room her mind was assaulted by memories.

Kylo stops to stand next to Poe, her eyes running over his face as she gets a sense of his present emotional state. ]

Has it haunted you, the last time you were here? You were so brave in the face of the First Order's droids, but not so much when you couldn't scream your way out of giving up the map and the location of your droid. It's all right, you don't have to pretend to be brave now. We both know that you'll give me anything I want.

[ he's got a quip right on the tip of his tongue (something along the lines of "they would be"), but she keeps talking. so much talking.

and while she's talking, he clenches his jaw, trying to keep more things he has to say inside. he was the one who programmed the coordinates in after he mutinied. trying to jump to hyperspace through the finalizer had been his last ditch plan. meant to only be performed once. what would kylo think if she knew that? well, she'd probably find out in a minute or two, the way things were going. ]

I'm not giving you anything.

[ give was not the right word. she could take, and he knew that she would. he was filled with cold dread — because she wasn't wrong, it haunted him, and she had to know that. she was just throwing it in his face now. taunting him with the fact that it didn't matter, because she would take whatever she wanted clean out of him.

but he refused to give her anything willingly. ]

[ She smirks, and there's something decidedly dark -- sinister, even -- in her expression. Leaning in, she speaks low near his ear. ]

I can make you.

Surely you don't think the only thing I can do inside your mind is simply draw information out? There's so much more that can be done. I can see everything, even what you hide from yourself. I can reach in and take, yes, but I can create as well. I can make you want to tell me anything I ask. Do anything I command. I can make you forget the Resistance ever existed.

[ Kylo closes her eyes to soak in the emotion coming off him in waves. This was what she hadn't had time to enjoy the first time they did this dance.

Straightening, she brings a hand up to let her power brush against his mind. Where to begin? ]

Let's get down to business, shall we? The sooner you give me the current location of the Resistance, the sooner this will all be over.

[ his entire body stiffens as she whispers to him, the words sending a distinct shiver of discomfort down his spine. he'd been so focused on his fear of what had been done to him the first time, he hadn't stopped to consider the other options. subtle manipulation, not just using mind-reading as a destructive blunt instrument.

he's already bracing himself for more when he can feel her power seeping into his mind, a light touch but still present. any second now, it'll get worse. everything will be pain and ripping. he just knows it.

maybe she was right that she could do all those things to him, but he wasn't going to make it easy for her. he doesn't even dignify her words with a response. his expression shifts into an angry scowl and stays that way. ]

What, no snappy words of defiance this time?

[ Not that it makes a difference, but it's just one more little detail that tells her what state he's in. She can feel the way he braces and tries to prepare for what's to come. A noble effort, to be sure. One that makes her want to toy with him a little and draw out the anticipation.

She slowly increases the pressure of her power in his mind and begins to cast aside the surface thoughts that bear no relevance to what she's after. Her power seeks out the places she cut into before, wanting to examine those mental scars and see how well he's managed to recover from them. Soon enough those wounds will be raw again, easily manipulated by her hand. ]

Where is the Resistance currently hiding? I know there can't be many of you.

[ Her eyes narrow slightly, gaze intense with her focus as she at last brings what he's been expecting. The pressure shifts, still there but sinking in now. Digging in and ripping open those scars. She knows he'll try to bury it deep, to try and keep her from the information as long as he can, but that only makes her more intent on pulling it out of his mind. ]

[ he tries to be strong, but she can see the echoes of what she'd done to him on the finalizer still present in him. in ways he would never tell anyone. he puts on a brave front because he wants to be okay. the resistance needs him to be okay. but his sleep is fractured and restless, punctuated with waking up in cold sweats. he couldn't stop thinking about it, the way she'd dug into his mind like it was nothing.

and it was happening again. even before she starts digging deep, the panic rises in him. he tries to stop her in whatever minor way he can, tries to divert her with thoughts of something else, literally anything else. home. other planets he'd been on. space. vastness of space.

it's rushed. sloppy. of course, he never stood a chance, but at least he could say he tried. he put on a brave face. the brave face gave way to guttural screaming, but at least it had been there at all.

at the end of the cat and mouse game, when his will finally relents, she gets the information she's looking for. defiant core. a base in the triton system made from salvaged parts of an old light destroyer. being a pilot, he held a certain fondness for it. the fact that they'd found a squadron of ancient y-wings there helped with that, too. sure, they were rust buckets, but it was still something the resistance could work with. ]

[ Kylo relishes in it. The panic and fear. The way he tries to throw up diversions and slow her down in any way he can manage. The way the first time she dug into his mind clings to him, that knowledge making this time even worse.

There was power in fear and pain, and she wields both with the ease of her saber. The darkest part of her would say it was simply natural given her heritage.

Finally she latches on to the knowledge she's after. The location is unexpected and explains to her why the First Order was having such difficulty in finding them. A reprieve comes then as she withdraws her power, hand dropping to her side. She walks to the door and sends one of the Knights to inform General Hux of the Resistance's location and give him the go-ahead to rally the fleet for battle. This time she would let victory or defeat rest on the General's shoulders, as either outcome gave her leverage and would keep him off her back for a short while.

Returning to Poe, there's no pretense this time as she lifts her hand and sends her power back into his mind. ]

Let's see just how many are left to kill. The traitors you're so desperate to protect. [ She knows of a few that remain. FN-2187. Chewie. Rey. Her brow furrows slightly against a slight stirring of emotion within her and she sets her jaw, curling her fingers to dig her power in deeper, taking out her discontent at herself on Poe. It didn't matter who was left. They refused to bow to the First Order and thus they had to die. ]

[ he can't even feel relief when she retreats from his mind, because a: he let the resistance down again (despite the knowledge that almost anybody else would have been just as unable to fight as he was) and b: kylo was immediately giving that information to hux. whatever brief shreds of security and secrecy they'd had were gone now.

seeing it coming and knowing how it would feel did just as much the third time as it had the second time — nothing. in fact, it made it worse. ]

You won't. You won't kill them.

[ if he said the words, he could will them into reality. maybe they stood a chance; they had rey. he could pin all his hopes and dreams onto rey. it was better than the other option, which was accepting that they stood no chance at all.

the numbers were bad. after the transportation to the raddus, he knew there were about 400 resistance members left. whittling that number down after the people they lost since then, after people they kept losing ... it was a little more than 100. maybe. of them, the "people he's so desperate to protect" are going to be at the forefront of his mind, obviously. his droid, who counts as a person to him for some reason. the person who saved his life who he was harboring some kind of unrequited crush on (finn). the last jedi (rey). the remainder of his squadron (jess pava and snap wexley). people who were in the resistance, who were simply his friends (c'ai threnalli and kaydel connix).

and then, of course, there was leia. the hero worship that bordered on unhealthy. the way he basically saw her as a second mother. he was willing to do anything for her, to protect her vision of the resistance. even if there came a time when no one else believed, she would still have him. he tries hardest to shove that one down, desperate to protect her. desperate to protect her and feeling ashamed that he had failed her. again. and, unlike last time, he wasn't so sure he'd get a chance to come back and apologize. ]

[ She doesn't bother with a verbal reply to his protest. The only reply that comes is in the form of her power shoving him hard against the interrogation rack (idk? torture rack doesn't sound right so *wings it*) and an increasing pulse of pain from her power in his mind. They were going to die. All the remaining Resistance would be killed, exterminated, and there would be no one left standing in the way of the First Order exerting its dominance across the galaxy. They would succeed where the Empire ultimately failed and she would see finished what her grandfather began so many years before.

Relentlessly tearing into Poe's mind to get at what she wants to know, she stays focused as she takes note of the roster his mind presents her with. She even manages not to react at the thought of Rey. But... who was he trying to hide? Kylo's brow furrows and she takes a step closer, increasing the strength of her power. It's a brief chase, her power surging forward to try and catch up to the pocket of thoughts he's pouring so much energy into keeping from her.

When she gets it in her grasp she feels a surge of victory -- only to immediately have it snuffed out by the content of his thoughts.

What... This didn't make any sense. The dead need no protection, why would he fight so hard to keep this from her? Unless... unless...

Kylo staggers back, her power and presence leaving Poe's mind abruptly. She's staring at him wide-eyed and pale but she's not really seeing him. It can't be possible. She felt it. Leia's presence had caused her to hesitate and then the loss of that presence when one of the other fighters took the shot she couldn't... Kylo would never forget that twist of anguish inside her. Or how the part of her she tried so hard to deny existing wished she had done something to stop it from happening. ]

Leia's alive?

[ It can't be true. And yet, it has to be true. His thoughts couldn't lie to her and she felt the strong, genuine emotions tied to those thoughts. Her mother is still alive. Kylo's so shocked she isn't sure what she should feel or which emotions to fight against. ]

[ being slammed against the torture/interrogation rack doesn't even really register as a thing that's happening to him, since he's so busy living through his own personal hell. any physical pain is just a blip of an afterthought.

the abrupt pull from his mind leaves him panting for breath, eyes coming into focus to see kylo's shock and feeling ... well, not happy. not satisfied. those feelings were out of the reach of his current emotional spectrum. but it would be wrong to say that he didn't feel some kind of small, vicious pleasure in catching her off-guard. ]

She's alive. No thanks to any of you.

[ it was hard, if not impossible, to forget the feeling of dread when they weren't sure if she'd make it. letting finn and rose sneak onto the supremacy alone, because he wanted to make sure someone would be there when she woke up. it wasn't even so much that if the resistance was stripped away, she would have him — without han, without luke, without brianna ... he wanted to be the person who would be there for her, if no one else was left.

but she made it. she was alive, for however much longer.

how does he read kylo's reaction to this news, though? had she ... maybe the first order thought the remains of the resistance were sitting ducks without her and her leadership. ]

Why? Does that scare you?

[ Were she in a right state of mind Kylo would have acted out or snapped back -- I could have killed her but I didn't. -- but honestly everything's a whirlwind. Kylo had been privately grieving for weeks and truthfully it had been part of why she let Hux primarily lead the search for the Resistance after what happened on Crait. The conflict in her that was supposed to have died at times never seemed louder. She was the last of her line -- admittedly most by her own doing -- and the ache of loneliness that came with it had been unexpected.

But now it seemed that was all irrelevant.

The confirmation that Leia was, in fact, alive repeats in Kylo's mind and emotion twists her insides to the point it almost feels difficult to breathe. Her mother is alive and she feels... relief. There's a surge of something bright and hot inside her and oh, that part of her that was supposed to die with Han wasn't dead at all. She buried it well, but with this news there's no way to keep it back. Not until she gets herself back under control.

Kylo blinks past the wetness in her eyes and she closes the distance between them in a breath. One hand grabs a hold of Poe's shirt, pulling him toward her. Force powers seem to be completely forgotten about in the moment. ]

How did she survive? I felt her die that day. [ There's a certain desperation and eagerness in her voice now that was very unbecoming for a Supreme Leader, but entirely appropriate for a daughter who'd thought she lost the last bit of family she had. Kylo feels... hope? No, that couldn't be it. And even if it was, what right did she have to feel such things now after all she had done. ]

[ his expression shifts into one of confusion as kylo starts crying? being grabbed at doesn't feel real. this entire scenario, where kylo seems not only emotional but some kind of pained about leia organa doesn't feel like a thing that could really happen. maybe he's hallucinating the whole thing. ]

She — [ should he even give this information? it didn't matter, he guessed. it wasn't sensitive. kylo could pull it out of him if she really wanted to. and maybe it said something about leia. that there was something just as legendary about her as there had been about luke skywalker. ]

Maybe she did, for a second. But she made it back to the ship. It was like — like she flew through space.

[ For perhaps the first time in who knows how long, the thought that she could simply take what she needs to know isn't in her mind. She needs information on her mother. She's not going to take that. It would feel wrong. ]

She... she flew? [ Her brow furrows for a moment, and then her expression shifts toward realization. ] The Force protected her. It must have. The only way anyone could survive space without protection is through the Force.

[ Kylo's gaze shifts away from Poe as she mulls it over, and a small, soft smile comes to her lips. Yes, that had to be it. With how strong the Force was in their family it only made sense that Leia might be some level of Force-sensitive, and that the Force would be there when she needed it the most. That Kylo hadn't felt her mother's revival could easily be chalked up to Snoke's interference, or the Force itself hiding Leia's presence from her. It didn't matter. None of the details mattered. Her mother was alive and she might get to see her again.

Except you just passed along her exact location and ordered an attack.

And like that a shadow passes over Kylo, the smile dying and any visible signs of relief turning to concern. She lets go of Poe and half turns to look to the closed door. Did she try to stop the attack? No, she couldn't. That would raise far too many questions. But she had to do something... didn't she? Should she?

Did she care now? Was that a thing she was letting herself do?

Rubbing a hand over her face, Kylo begins to pace, trying to sort out her options. The interrogation completely forgotten. There was no information that could possibly be half as important as what Poe had just told her. ]

[ he still doesn't feel like any of this is real. kylo's reaction to leia being alive — she was happy? and then the turning towards the door. abruptly forgetting him. leaving him discarded. instead of feeling any kind of relief about getting a longer reprieve from torture than anticipated, it made him tense. worried. concerned for leia. ]

Why do you care?

[ he tries to put some anger behind it, but he's truly, sincerely curious.

his next instinct is to follow up his question with something else, to say that leia would live through whatever they tried to do to her next, because she had the force and was therefore invincible. but he couldn't even invite the possibility of something happening to her into the conversation, like saying the words might will it into reality. ]

Why wouldn't I care?

[ She snaps, turning back to look at him. As if the answer should be obvious.

And then there's a second wave of realization, sharply bitter.

Perhaps it's not obvious because Leia didn't tell anyone what happened to her daughter. That made sense, didn't it? Surely the truth would be embarrassing and shameful to the driving force behind the Resistance. Distantly, Kylo recalls Han saying they wanted her back. But it wasn't as if her father was known for being the most truthful. It didn't matter that she hadn't felt lies then as doubt was present in her mind now. ]

It doesn't matter.

[ Kylo has to force the lie out, her throat tight as all that relief starts shifting to hurt.

The door to the room opens as the other Knight returns and she feels a pang of dread. It was done, then. The fleet was in motion and it would be pointless to stop what she put in motion before she knew all the facts. Not that it made that big a difference, the rest of the Resistance could die for all she cared -- maybe not Rey? she was undecided on that count -- but her mother... perhaps she could put a capture-only order out? No, Hux would see through that. 'Accidentally' make sure something happened to Leia.

She would have to leave it to fate. ]

[ he doesn't have to be force sensitive to be aware that it clearly DOES matter, in some way or another. it was a balancing game — weighing how much he wanted to know, while knowing if he pried too hard, it could end very very poorly for him.

his dark interpretation of "it doesn't matter" is that it doesn't matter because the first order is going to track down the resistance and massacre them all. he bites at the inside of his cheek to try to keep all his emotions in, even though he'd already broken and spilled most of his emotions on the floor at this point. ]

You care. You care about General Organa for some reason.

[ there was a moment of hesitation, but now he's going full-tilt. if he's not coming out of this alive (always jumping to the worst case scenario), at least he can go down having made an effort to save his cause. ]

You could stop it if you wanted. You're Kylo Ren, you could do anything you want. And you're just letting this happen.

[ The words are barely out before her nearest arm raises, fingers already curled slightly as she reaches out through the Force to choke him. It's a knee-jerk reaction to the provocation. She doesn't even look at him as she does it, her gaze again on the door as she internally debates.

He's not wrong. She could do anything, but everything had repercussions. Blindly acting on emotion here would likely cause more friction with internal politics (which wasn't remotely her strong suit to begin with). If Hux had any suspicions about her not being entirely devoted to the First Order, her demanding the attack be stopped would only give him further proof. It would be better for Kylo to do nothing.

But Brianna wouldn't just stand by and let it happen again.

It's only a few moments before she releases the choke hold and her arm drops as she looks back at Poe. The irritating pilot who had done so much damage to the fleet, who deserved a painful death for being one of the loudest rebels. And who, apparently, cared for Leia like the dutiful child she should have had.

Kylo's hands curl at her sides at the momentary spike of jealousy she feels but she doesn't try to cling to it. Now wasn't the time.

She turns and walks over to her Knights, addressing one and then the other. ] Take him to a holding cell. I want him constantly monitored. [ Her voice lowers as she turns to the other Knight. ] Retrieve the logs for this and deliver them to my quarters. Erase any copies.

[ And with that she strides out of the interrogation room, working on restoring her composure on her way to the bridge for a status update. If it wasn't too late perhaps she could at least delay the attack. ]

[ one minute he's mouthing off, the next he's gasping for air, unable to anything about it (i.e., clutch at the air like hux, i guess) because of his restraints. a buzzing sound rings in his ears. his vision blurs. for a second he's like "oh, i guess this is how i'm going to die." just sort of accepts it.

the fact that she's not even looking at him while she does it is salt in the wound. he means that little.

but then it's over. he can breathe again, and does so in huge gasps of air. well, he took a chance and lost on that one. and sure, maybe he almost died, but he couldn't say that he regretted it.

maybe it's because he's not looking forward to reliving this particular traumatic memory and would rather get dying over with now, maybe it's his love of having the last word, maybe it's his blatant stupidity. maybe it's maybelline. in any case, he calls out as she leaves, voice hoarse — ]

You know I'm right!

[ and he can hold onto that while being shuffled away to a cell and left to die, he guesses. he made an attempt to get kylo ren to do the right thing and failed, but at least he tried at all. ]

[ Her pace falters for a step as she hears him yell out after her. The darkness whispers for her to turn around and finish it once and for all. To ignore this folly and return to wringing every last Resistance secret from him before ending his pitiful life.

The funny thing is, that's never been her intention with this particular mission of hers.

She shuts out the noise and continues on her way, regaining control over her emotions -- or at least appearing to -- by the time she reaches the bridge. It's all too easy to cast doubt on Hux's plan, pointing out his intention to have most of the fleet make the jump while leaving the wounded flagship with the barest of defenses. Surely the General wasn't assuming that the Resistance didn't have some unorthodox plan up their sleeve when it was something they'd proven to excel at? She couldn't resist the urge to imply it was overkill as well, recalling all the times he's criticized her for the events on Crait, both publicly and privately.

Her efforts, painted as having the best intentions of the First Order in mind and carefully showing restraint, manage to delay the attack for hours. She still allows Hux to lead the assault and quietly hovers in the background, covering any concern she feels with a critical gaze.

After all is said and done, Kylo makes her way to the holding cells. She dismisses the Knight presently stationed near Poe's cell, desiring to speak in relative privacy. Not that it particularly mattered when it came to the Knights but after what transpired earlier in the interrogation room it made her feel better.

Kylo paints a stoic picture as she stands before the cell, hands loosely clasped behind her back, and she simply observes Poe for a few moments before speaking. ]

I expect you'll be relieved to hear that it seems the Resistance had enough time to make a hasty escape. Those who were with you back at the trading post must have survived and managed to warn the rest. We found only a couple stragglers at the base.

[ She manages to sound almost bored. Certainly not upset by the failure, not like she had sounded when Hux was scrambling to explain how the Resistance was able to get away again. But it had been necessary to be upset at that moment. Her true feelings on the matter were... complicated. ]

[ he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing his relief ... but, well, he can't not be relieved. he trusted the resistance to be that clever and able to escape on their own, but he couldn't help but wonder if kylo played a part in that. if she actually listened to him when he was trying to be encouraging.

and he needed something, some kind of hope after spending hours sinking into cold hopelessness. it was just like before. the first time. he betrayed everyone, let them down, gave their location away, and now the first order was going to wipe them out. because of him.

then again, maybe the idea that kylo ren played some part in helping them, by stalling or whatever possible means ... that sounded just as unrealistic as the scene he'd watched play out on the torture/interrogation rack. there was too much damage there, too much scar tissue from the things she'd done to him to believe that kylo ren was capable of things like that — plans that required an ounce of empathy.

he doesn't move from his spot in the holding cell, laying on his side against the wall (or maybe ... some kind of bench/bed thing ... they just left him on the rack in tfa so /shrug) ]

Good. [ and, against the better judgment he doesn't have: ] I can tell you're real broken up about it.

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[ Kylo narrows her eyes but, perhaps surprisingly, she doesn't take the opportunity to lash out at him through the Force. It would be all too easy (when wasn't it?) and his attitude more than earned it most of the time. She was feeling lenient though. Aside from the fact he wasn't going anywhere and she had all the time in the world to show him the creative ways she could use the Force. ]

By all means, provoke me. Give me a reason to regret my decision.

[ If someone were to overhear her they would easily assume she meant the decision not to have killed Poe already. Perhaps that was the assumption he would stick with as well. But her real meaning, well... truth was stranger than fiction, was it not?

Part of her did question the decision, however, that wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. The fact it undermined the First Order to a small extent only changed which part of her disagreed. ]

Tell me something. Does she trust you the way you trust her?

[ The 'her' in question Kylo felt went without saying. ]

[ the question takes him out of his default mode, which is in fact to provoke her simply because he has no other options as far as rebellion goes. maybe he wanted her to regret her decision, on some level. just a little bit.

does he know the answer to that question for sure? not entirely. he doesn't have the capabilities to look inside leia's head and know what she thinks of him for sure. but he knows his intuition. he knows his feelings, the feelings he gets around her, the things she's told him in confidence, and — ]

Yes.

[ there's nothing else to say. no further elaboration. the simple and complete truth. ]

[ She makes a thoughtful noise at his answer. Truthfully she doesn't doubt it. Which does make her more curious about why there was one piece of information it didn't seem like her mother trusted him with.

If Leia hadn't told Poe, then what were the odds she told anyone?

Kylo's hands clench behind her back as a feeling of discontent rises but she does her best to brush it aside. ]

What, then, did she tell you of her child? If the two of you are so close, surely she opened up to you about her family.

[ consider how a) devoted and b) reckless poe is, and what he would do if he knew that leia's daughter was actually the source of so much of her pain and suffering? paired with his own separate reasons for hating kylo ren? probably something really stupid. so maybe that's why.

not that poe knows any of that. ]

I know that she had a daughter and lost her. That she was Force-sensitive.

[ he assumed that was the loss he could actually see sometimes, descending over her like a shadow. the same one he could see over his father after his mother passed. and he saw it before anything had ever happened to han or luke, ergo ... ]

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ngl been eagerly waiting for this reply

yesssss

we interrupt your regularly scheduled torture session for a small feels trip

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you should have a reply to our other thing today as well if the muses cooperate <3

yay!! no worries 💜