i couldn't stand the person inside me, i turned all the mirrors around

[dyaddyissues]

who: kylo ren + you
what: intro and settling in
where: throughout
when: June, around tdm time


I. 

Kylo Ren doesn't cope well with being displaced as he is. Not when the Force around him feels... strange. Not quite as full of life, perhaps dull and muted is the word to use? He doesn't know -- he's gotten the introduction, read the leaflet, listened to the chatter on the beach he'd woken up in a body that felt just ever so slightly off. Like a pair of trousers that once fit but needed to be adjusted for whatever reason. 

Now that that disorientation had passed, he picked up the bag of his belongings: a sodden cape, leather gloves, the hilt (which goes on his belt) and the broken pieces of the mask (which he nearly throws back into the ocean upon finding them), and moves throughout the city. For a man so tall, and dressed all in black his attempts at blending in might seem somewhat laughable, as does his not-so-sunny disposition, a scowl that seems almost etched onto his features. 

He brushes through the crowd without much of a word or pleasantry to anyone. 

And force help anyone who wants to catch his eye.

II. (nightmares)

The way Kylo has always avoided the nightmares and memories that typically plague his sleep? Work and train himself into exhaustion, until his mind is too tired to dream at all. Normally, it works well enough, he can function and behave normally - or as normally as Kylo Ren does. Here, without a purpose or cause to cling to, he feels a bit... lost. And it's simpler to lose track, so he begins to have nightmares. Violent, and vivid. Plunging his lightsaber through his father's heart, the way his uncle had stared down at him, and his only friend -- Tai, being cut down by Ren. 

It doesn't only happen during the night, but in the day as well. He pulls himself out of a dream, standing straight where he'd nearly slumped over where he stood to shake the dust out of his mind. 

"Don't bother. I don't require any assistance." He says to any single onlooker or one attempting to reach him. 

III. (wildcard)

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[dyaddyissues]

"And what is your relationship to them, if I may ask. You're obviously a force user if you could read that off me just by being in my presence." And the outfit, but he can definitely sense it with Ezra.

[ezra_of_lothal]

He blinks; there's something that strikes him as odd about that phrasing.

"I'm a Jedi Padawan, trained by survivors of the purge under the Empire. The Jedi are my family - so. From that, and some other reasons, I'm happy to count Skywalkers in general as extended family." He smiles faintly, but it's rueful. "But I know Anakin Skywalker doesn't see it that way. And that it's all complicated, in general."

He shrugs slightly. "In leave it in your hands, how things stand between us."

[dyaddyissues]

"Oh, my uncle must love you. Is Luke here?" Kylo, obviously is the black sheep, the disappointment. Ben Solo had never been enough so he rebuilt himself into something else entirely. He's met Anakin, and... right. It checks.

"You wouldn't want me as family." It's not self depreciating, it's only slightly the reasoning behind it - Kylo as family is dangerous to all involved.

"Nor am I looking for anyone else to join mine." He wants to remind himself that they might be family by blood but he'd severed the remaining ties with any living relatives, the moment he drove his saber into his father's chest.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Uncle. Which make this man Leia's son, right? Probably. And Anakin Solo's brother.

Or maybe not. Time is complicated.

"What gives you the right to assume what I'd choose?" Ezra asks mildly. Then he shrugs. "Luke is here. But he's younger than you, I'm pretty sure. Barely past the Emperor and Vader's deaths."

[dyaddyissues]

There was a certain cruelty to it, that Luke would be able to look at Kylo and not feel the weight of his actions, but he would have to look at his uncle, younger than he ever knew him - and remember it all.

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, almost a laugh. Why, on earth would anyone want anything to do with the Skywalkers, willingly?

"You don't choose your family. If you were wise you'd stay far away from the lot of them."

[ezra_of_lothal]

"The Empire took my parents away when I was seven," Ezra says, flatly.

"I have plenty of family I've chosen, since there. And that's usually how Jedi have worked, actually." He stares, brow furrowed. "Do you...not actually know that, or do you just reject it?"