“But what if good and evil aren’t polar opposites, but actually two sides of the same window? One looking outside from the warmth of their home, and one looking inside, freezing, desperately trying to survive.”
— imaginary-author , “Things I’ll never say” (via imaginary-author)
“It comes in waves
I close my eyes
Hold my breath
And let it bury me
I’m not ok
And it’s not all right
Won’t you drain the lake
And bring me home again”
An obsolete word, yonderly is defined as being emotionally distant, gloomy and reserved. It has connotations of portraying an absent-minded and melancholic disposition. Although the word “yonder” may be used to describe a faraway travel, yonderly lies in the mental disconnection a person creates between them and the exterior world. (via wordsnquotes )
Hux never loses track of time, always punctual, without fail.
So yes, he is entirely aware that a few minutes have gone and elapsed into somewhere over one-hundred-twenty minutes, give or take. Truthfully, he had hoped that Ren would have simply fallen asleep on his own by now, given that he is freshly back from a mission, returned to the Finalizer naught but a few hours prior. Though, by now he is rather familiar with his other half’s unspoken need to be close after extended periods of time spent apart, to the point where he can be quite petulant about it if he is denied. He knows all of this and yet still, Hux proceeds to stay up long past the time he had promised he’d be to bed.
Unfortunately, the Finalizer will not run by itself. And, with Starkiller in its final stages of construction, the General finds himself spread frustratingly thin.
“My apologies.” The stylus in his right hand is set down beside his datapad, attention now turned fully to Ren, the slightest bit of guilt twinging in his chest even if the Knight’s remark is sarcastic.
“I did not mean to keep you waiting, I thought that you would have fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.”
Of course, Kylo knows that he is being entirely selfish in his demand for his General’s attention; he knows that Starkiller poses a demand as high as his own, and being her sole creator, Hux was the one who managed all of her intricate dealings. But she was an ultimatum for his attention, rigorous in her occupation that seldom left him with any time for leisure
–– with any time for Ren.
––and he had been gone for nearly two moons, now, only having returned one cycle ago. Surely Hux had missed him just a bit.
‘I did not mean to keep you waiting, I thought that you would have fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.’
Maybe not, then.
Shapely brows crease above an amber gaze heavily veiled beneath dark lashes, and he’s quiet for a few beats, contemplating. Ren has never been one to beg, nor to draw pity, and he certainly was not going to bend now. For once, he offers no verbal cue in retaliation. Instead, the Knight levels a breath, and swiftly turns to pad back across Hux’s apartment towards his bedroom. At least Milicent will be there.
Gossip always traveled fastest to the First Order, or rather, the news of a potential and impending threat. Ren had only recently been alerted of a minuscule, insignificant planet charted in the mid rim that had abruptly, and without warning, cropped up as a red flag on their security. The newly reigning queen of a region deemed Arendelle, only a few light years away from Naboo, was a listed concern among his officers; a sovereign with the supposed capability of breathing winter itself
–
with a potential far more chilling than the gelid winds of Hoth.
Personally, he had thought little of the concern; the resistance
– led and fueled his traitorous kin
– was the only issue that bared enough weight to ail him, but his officers were unsettled enough to draw his consideration a second time. And so, more to ease them than to prove any worth to himself, he had delved into Arendelle’s history, unearthing every datafile the empire before his own had collected and forged on the negligible planet suddenly worthy of the order’s eye. Throughout history, Arendelle had remained neutral, and small enough under his grandfather’s regime to remain so; they had no dire partners of trade, and from what he’d gathered, appeared to be pretty self sustaining.
Curtly, they could lean either way, and that was a risk he was not willing to oversee.
Queen Elsa, as she’s called, is intriguing, he must admit that much. Although the power she assumedly wields is still far inferior to his own, it is an unheard of capability, one that would surely prove to be a useful asset for his order.
–– and one that he cannot allow the resistance to claim first.
The queen is to be no more than an ace in his play, a last resort should he be desperate enough to call upon one, but that is merely a concept; a third of a notion, and surely never to be executed. Ren was a war machine that conquered; help was a triviality for mortals, and something he certainly would not indulge. But, if he had her, the resistance would not, and when it came to them, his tactics and strategies were naught but a game of keep away.
So, he’d arranged a formal meeting with Arendelle, and he is determined to emerge victorious, partnered with a new ally. Kylo and a few of his Knights descend his shuttle once it lands, their gait heavy and intentionally menacing as they are lead into an ornate castle that housed the esteemed sovereign. The guards that welcomed them remain as they are guided into the great hall, and a servant is sent to fetch the queen.
There are galaxies in the hollow home of my chest. Memories of an age, g o l d e n in its splendor roosting bitterly in my bones. My skin is forged of starlight And I breathe destruction.
The liquid amber of Ren’s irises flit down towards his chronometer, which reads at 0300 hours now. Hux had insisted that he would only be a few minutes more, but that was two hours ago. A sigh, melodramatic in construct, heaves the weight of broad shoulders as he stands, swiftly, and pads barefoot across the cool tiles, polished immaculately; glossy, even in the dim starlight. He navigates the General’s quarters as easily as he breathes, for they have become his second home, and in a feline movement - sleek and impish - he nudges his way into his company’s office, the artificial florescents that illuminate the room spilling out into the hallway as Ren slinks inside.
“It’s been longer than just a few minutes. Just thought I should let you know.” His timbre is tangible with impatience, accented by a pitch of sarcasm as he makes to use Hux’s prior assurance against him. His remark is made with no real malice, though. It is more like a pouting adolescent who will only relent once they get their way.
Besides, Hux had promised him he’d be along soon, and the bed was cold without him there.
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DATA FILES.
B A S I C S ;
FULL NAME: Ben Solo Kylo Ren. NICKNAMES: Ren, Ky. GENDER: Masculine | His/he/him. AGE: 29 Years Old. BIRTHDAY: November 15th. ( Scorpio. ) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demi-Romantic / Demi-Sexual. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. RELIGION: Dark side of the Force. OCCUPATION: Master of The Knights of Ren. SPECIES: Human / Force-Sensitive.
B A C K G R O U N D ;
PLACE OF BIRTH: Chandrila. HOMETOWN: Chandrila. CURRENCY: Imperial Credit. EDUCATION: Former Jedi - Apprentice to Luke Skywalker. Currently Supreme Leader Snoke’s Apprentice - Training is not yet complete.
P H Y S I C A L ;
FACECLAIM: - Current: Adam Driver. - Adolescent: Ezra Miller. - Child: Finn Wolfhard
VOICECLAIM: - Adam Driver. EYE COLOR: Doe brown. HAIR COLOR: Glossy black. HEIGHT: 6'3" ( 6 feet, 3 inches tall. ) WEIGHT:194 lbs on Earth. COLOR PALETTE: - Black / Red. - Dark greys. - Accents of silver or gold. POWERS: Like his kin, Kylo possesses a strong connection to the Force. His abilities include but are not limited to; telekinesis, telekinetic immobilization ( the power to stop beings in their tracks and hold them in place ), Force push, telepathic torture, mind probing, and the ability to sense disturbances in the Force.
WEAPON: Kylo wields a dangerously uncut lightsaber that he constructed himself based on an ancient design dating back to the Great Scourge of Malachor. His saber relies on a cracked kyber crystal that can barely contain the raw power of his weapon, which is responsible for the lateral plasma vents that produce it’s signature cross guard quillons. The fractured crystal is also responsible for the unstable, serrated appearance of his weapon’s red plasma blades. As previously mentioned, Ren’s weapon is raw and unfinished, giving it the potential to malfunction at anytime.
HOBBIES: - Frequently training with his saber and various other forms of combat. - Kylo enjoys reading about various subjects on his datapad / holorecords. - Playing the keybed / piano. It allows him an outlet ( other than the nearest wall ) to channel his frustration into and create something beautiful amidst his destructive mind. - Like his grandfather, Kylo has always been a skilled mechanic, and enjoys fixing machinery when it breaks. - Piloting TIE Fighters and / or Speeders. - ( Modern Verse ) Playing guitar. - ( Modern Verse ) Generally being a delinquent. HABITS: - Heavy sighing. - Rubbing forehead. - Clenching his jaw. - Bouts of intense rage when things don’t go his way. - Stomping when he walks. - The corner of his mouth twitches instead of actually smiling. - ( Modern Verse ) Smoking.
DIMENSIONS.
main.
pre.
post.
modern.
CONTROL. god damn right you should be scared of me
Timeline ; Set in current movie verse.
❝ I’m something DANGEROUS; with g u n p o w d e r in my VEINS and DAGGERS in my g a z e
I’m a l i v i n gWEAPON — a t i c k i n gTIMEBOMB — and you can’t DISARM me. ❞
He is chaos in its rawest form. A feral heart beats thunder in the cage of his hollow chest; ebbing, flowing power. It lances from porcelain fingertips, consuming all; the cosmos in their entirety tremble in his presence. Kylo Ren, Master of The Knights of Ren, has brought about the annihilation of suns, the destruction of planets; he seeks to snuff out the remaining light that plagues the galaxy — HIS galaxy — and will tear asunder any who dare to oppose him. He serves under Supreme Leader Snoke’s command, albeit aside from him, bends to no one. He burns with all the vehement intensity of a collapsing star, and leaves naught but ashes and devastation in his wake.
Timeline ; Set 1 year after the Battle of Endor to 14-15 years later.
❝ all M O N S T E R S were once full of l i g h t , but it was stolen from them by D E S P A I R , then the darkness seeped into their v e i n s , like a deadly disease without a cure, and once hope B E T R A Y S you, you can’t help but let the D E V I L inside. ❞
He is a descendant of light, of peace and goodness in their plenitude. Skywalker blood runs strong through his veins, but there is a darkness settled deep in his bones, gnashing at the marrow with lupine teeth, curling around his resolve with ossified, sickly digits. Ben Solo has waged a war with his mind ever since he was born — the voice in his head cannot be silenced, constantly whispering coos threaded with shadow, with hate that has never felt so sweet. He is a focal point of both the Light and the Dark side; the forces of which have been tearing him apart from the very beginning. He can only hope that being taken as Luke Skywalker’s apprentice will chase the darkness from him once and for all; will finally free him of this pain.
Timeline ; Set 4-5 years after the destruction of Starkiller Base.
❝ he doesn’t forget the g h o s t s in his lungs or the S K E L E T O N S in his closet. he doesn’t forget when he wakes up S C R E A M I N G . and he never forgets as he F A L L S to his b l o o d y knees finished to the b o n e .
don’t ask him if he f o r g e t s because he NEVER forgets.
he’ll never forget this. ❞
He’s renounced the First Order, seen it crumble. He’s broken free from the hold the darkness had over him — or, Snoke anyway — yet the name Ben still tastes as foreign in his maw as it sounds in his ears, reverberating through his skull. That title isn’t for him anymore — he’s dead, I killed him — and nor is the surname Ren; he betrayed the only two families he had ever come to know. He is now simply Kylo, and he has secluded himself to a life of isolation, lost somewhere among the Outer Rim Territories. Redemption is not in the cards for him — he doesn’t deserve it — how could someone who murdered their own father? And so he survives alone, the only company he keeps is the voice of the Force.
Timeline ; Set in Los Angeles, California. Kylo is eighteen.
❝ they said all t e e n a g e r s scare the L I V I N G S H I T out of me. they could care less as long as someone’ll b l e e d. so D A R K E N your clothes , or strike a v i o l e n t pose. maybe they’ll leave you alone but not M E . ❞
It had been ‘just a phase’ for ten years now. Ben Organa-Solo, son of Princess Leia and her husband, Han Solo, has yet to conform to the duties and apparent mundanity of a royal Prince, a birthright bestowed upon him that he recanted with haste. Furthermore, he’s abandoned his birth name in favor of his stage name, Kylo Ren — did he mention he’s lead guitarist in the hottest new band to hit L.A.? They’re gonna rule the world someday, he just needs to graduate first — which is proving to be a challenge in itself. His parents insist that he quit his part-time job at Hot Topic and put his musical career on hold to focus on his studies. Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.
KYLO REN & GENERAL ARMITAGE HUX ( exclusive ship with starsundered )
❝ I’d always assumed that love was a dangerous disadvantage.
––you did not know gravity until you knew him. there is not a single star charted that draws you in as he does, nor one that burns with the same intensity. for he is your sun; you are mars caught in his pull, barren and lifeless. acid rain is the only reprieve from your vehement deserts, deserts that have left you with chapped lips and sandpaper fingertips, throat parched, cracking. but everyday, he rises above you, a forgiving tempest; without his light, you would not have a shadow. he was made to shine over your deserts; he is your oasis personified, and you will love him until his iron core burns out.
sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side. & for him, you would lose one thousand wars. ❞
