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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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[umbraeternam]

[ She doesn't stop what she's doing but Brianna does huff out a chuckle at his words. ] I don't know that I'd thank me, if I were in your shoes.

[ Mulling that thought over prompts her to continue talking. ]

It wasn't my idea, if that matters to you. Suppose it was my own fault for wanting to see what all the celebrating was about since I didn't join the fray yesterday. But if it wasn't me, it would have been someone else. [ That much had been clear to her. ] The others... probably would have been more interested in making you suffer.

[ When the first steak and few eggs are done she makes up a plate and brings it to the small dining table, glancing his way. ] Try not to make too much of a mess. [ Her tone is a bit dry but teasing. As an afterthought she grabs the carton of juice out of the fridge and puts it on the table as well with a glass, then returns to the stove to cook up another round, and some for herself. ]

[followhim]

[ his jaw clenches, annoyed at being called out on trying to show a single crumb of gratitude!!11 how dare she. gratitude she didn't earn, even. (she's a monster, but she could have done worse. she could have left him alone to struggle with his restraints. she could have let his ring be lost.) ]

Sounds like I'm right to thank you, then.

[ the remark is a small mutter that's quickly forgotten in the presence of food. poe takes a seat and immediately starts shoveling food into his mouth. he's not sure if steak and eggs tastes amazing because of his new upgraded senses or because he's so hungry that a cardboard box would taste amazing at this point. but those are thoughts too complex for his single brain cell, which is currently possessed by the spirit of pac-man.

it's only when he stops to chug orange juice that he realizes that he uh. basically unhinged his jaw and ate like a snake. he's not quite ready (emotionally) to ask for more, so he settles for staring at brianna's back while she continues minding the stove. maybe he can will more food into existence. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Brianna spares a glance over her shoulder at him, almost curious. It's... strange. If someone told her she would ever be alone in a room with a hunter and they wouldn't be trying to kill each other she would have called them crazy. Hell, even a few hours earlier she would have said she expected them to be at each other's throats. Or at least for him to try and attack her. And yet here they were.

Granted, they could still end up trying to kill each other at some point. But, strangely, she can't say she's terribly worried about it at present. It's an odd feeling, one more on top of what she's been feeling and thinking since the night before.

When she eventually returns to the table with more food she doesn't even quirk a brow at the empty plate. There's no judgment; she understands the hunger. Perhaps not the precise kind of a new wolf, but it's not as if her own was infinite. Energy expended always needed to be replaced. Brianna sets the fresh plate in front of him before retrieving her own and taking up at the other seat at the table.

She's quieter, and not as ravenous, but hungry nonetheless considering the last she ate was sometime the afternoon before. And while she doesn't watch him she can't help but to glance his way every so often, both curious and thinking. Trying to sort out where to go from here. Her life was already plenty complicated before this twist appeared on her path, and at present it was difficult to see how this would be a benefit in any possible way. If anything it felt like she'd only managed to get more of a target on her back. ]

[followhim]

[ now that he's cleared one plate, his go at the second one is much slower . his brain is clearing out cobwebs, letting some slightly deeper thoughts in, thoughts beyond food. he has questions he wants to ask, but to ask them feels like either admitting he’s in beyond his depth or accepting his situation — neither of which he really wants to do. ]

My ring. You took my ring.

[umbraeternam]

[ When he speaks Brianna glances up from her plate. She hadn't forgotten about picking up his ring but it hadn't exactly been a priority issue to bring up. ]

They would have destroyed it. [ she remarks calmly and with no joy. Whatever his reason for having it, it clearly meant something to him and others in the pack would have gone out of their way to make him suffer.

Shifting on the chair, she fishes in her pocket for the trinket, careful to keep in wrapped in fabric so she doesn't burn herself. Without hesitation she reaches forward to set it on the table near him; she has no interest in keeping it from him. Perhaps she should, perhaps it would be a way to keep him in line... but that's just not how she is. ]

I couldn't tell if the chain or the ring is what has silver, but whichever it is, try not to let it touch your skin for very long. If it's the chain that's silver I can help you find something to replace it that won't bother your skin, though I wouldn't recommend you wearing it. Until you have some control over your shifting, it'll be far too easy for you to accidentally lose it.

[ As she resumes eating she tries to quiet her own curiousness about the ring and why he has it. She doubts he would appreciate her asking questions, even if she's kind of entitled to knowing more about him given she's responsible for him now. ]

[followhim]

It's all silver.

[ meant as some kind of protection, but that most likely went without saying. his expression falls a little bit at that, thinking about what it meant — not being able to even touch that last piece of his mother without some kind of protection.

because a monster like him was never meant to. and that was what he was now, after all.

it was still too early to grapple with what that really meant, the werewolf-ness of it all. gotta take it one Big Thought at a time. ]

I know they would've. [ he almost thanks her again, but more than one expression of (questionably deserved) gratitude was probably too many. ]

It was— my mother gave it to me. She was a hunter, too.

[and wasn't that explanation enough? for its importance and existence in the first place. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Ah, she should have assumed as much, that it was all silver. It was smart. Well, provided one didn't get themselves turned. Hunters rarely seemed to expect that to happen. There was a time she thought that strange, then she realized it was likely less because they weren't aware of the possibility but because if a wolf got the jump on them that bad then they were more likely to die.

Brianna sits quietly for a few moments, mulling over his words. He didn't have to share it. Part of her wishes he hadn't, as it makes her think on her own parents briefly. ]

I'll help you figure something out. If you want.

Some people here, they have things from before. I know there's ways to deal with the silver.

[ She reaches for her drink but doesn't pick it up, idly tapping a finger against the glass. ]

How are you feeling?

[followhim]

Not great. But better than I was.

[ poe doesn't look at her, choosing to stay fixated on the ring on the table. he can't help himself and reaches out to touch it —

and immediately pulls his fingers back. he didn't know what he expected; but he barely remembered ripping it off, so the sensation was truly a mystery. whatever he imagined wasn't the sharp burning like he'd touched a hot stove. it's all he can do to not hiss (or growl) in surprise. nope. if he doesn't address it and plays it cool, it won't have ever happened.

(if he stops long enough to real think about the unfairness of it all, his seams will start to tear. better not.) ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Any reply to that she had fades when he reaches for the ring and promptly burns himself. It's not much, she knows, but she still immediately and instinctively makes a soothing sound in response to his sound of pain. It pulls at her in a way that's slightly foreign and unexpected, and makes her a little uncomfortable if she's entirely honest.

She's been on her own almost the entire time she's been with this pack. It hadn't taken long for her to realize that was safest, even if it was at odds with the wolf's desire to be the social creature it was by nature. Even if it made her life more difficult at times, and put her at odds with some in the hierarchy from time to time. There's a part of her that wonders if it's only been tolerated — humored — by the pack leader because she's valuable in a way. Because she's a born wolf, yes, but likely more because of her past and who she was. Knowledge that she's sure the leader would love to cause unrest and conflict within the Resistance. Brianna wonders and worries about how much longer the leader will wait before using her like a pawn to do just that. It's not something she's looking forward to.

So she deemed it safer, to keep everyone, even those she had become friendly with, at a certain distance. And now? Now she'd practically adopted a pup that needed looking after.

No, not just a pup. A hunter.

She really should have said to hell with orders and killed him to put them both out of their misery.

Brianna sits back and rubs both hands over her face, the weight of the past evening trying to hit her all at once. What she really wants to do is run, it's what she normally does when everything starts feeling too much, just running full bore through the forest until she exhausts herself. But she can't. Not with him here.

A growl of discontent rumbles in her chest and she abruptly gets up and leaves the room, needing distance for a moment. Just, just five seconds to try and breathe and pull herself back together. If she can keep herself from thinking how there's nowhere in her place she can walk to that she won't still hear him, sense him in her space. ]