mistletoe meme .

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the mistletoe meme
Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... T'is the season-- almost. And it looks like you got stuck right under that mistletoe with someone else. And you both can't move until you kiss one another (Of course, not specifying where that kiss needs to happen).

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Kylo Ren | Star Wars

[darthvaderfanboy]

kylo ren's favorite person in the whole galaxy

[lightsaver]

[Luke Skywalker has a Bad Feeling about this.

But, not all Bad. Not completely and totally. There's a smidgeon of Not Bad hiding in this guy somewhere, Luke can feel that too. (Aggressive goober mode: probably activated. Sorry, buddy.)

Inhale, exhale, try to look polite. Friendly. Non-threatening. Don't reach for the lightsaber.]

Nice... mask.

[This isn't awkward at all.]

Star Wars: Really just a space soap opera

[darthvaderfanboy]

[There are moments when having a mask that obscures all emotions is a good thing. This is one of them. He's face-to-face with one of the people he hates most in the entire galaxy.

And Force, he looks young. Kylo, like most people, has a certain image he keeps of people he's known in his mind's eye. Luke is a bearded old man to him. To think of him, especially at an age younger than he himself is, well, his mind is having trouble trying to adjust to the concept.]

Luke Skywalker.

worst family in the universe tbh

[lightsaver]

[He's not asking, he's stating. That's probably... not a good thing. People knowing his name in advance of meeting him has, by and large, not been a harbinger of fun times in Luke's experience.

Unlike Kylo Ren, he's got nothing to hide behind, and honestly he'd find a way to emote through a full face mask, so. His expression scrunches slightly, and his eyes dart off to the side then back to the man under the mistletoe with him. It's not easy to pick out intention or emotion behind voice modulators.

But it's not like he pulled out his lightsaber yet either so this can still work, maybe. Think happy thoughts.]

Do I know you?

[darthvaderfanboy]

[There's a whole host of emotions running through. Anger, hatred, contempt, and deep in some part he's never been able to discard, a little bit of affection. He wants nothing more than to run him through with his lightsaber.

But where would the satisfaction be in the act if Luke doesn't even know who he is? There's barely contained fury as he answers.]

Not yet. [Then he ominously adds:] But you will.

[lightsaver]

[Riddles. Everybody just loves talking in riddles.

Luke doesn't miss the suffocating roll of emotions, and his palm itches to find the hilt of his lightsaber. It's nothing like facing Vader, whose feelings were almost... utilitarian. Icy cold anger honed like any other weapon, or practically nothing (more machine than man, Ben said) - except for the tiny glimmer of hope tucked beneath the surface, that he resented.

Alright, maybe this one isn't so different after all. He does his best to squeeze the impatient farmboy whine about of his voice, but a little of it probably makes it through.]

Alright, how about you start with your name?

[darthvaderfanboy]

Kylo Ren, Master of the Knights of Ren.

[He knows none of that will mean anything to Luke, not for another thirty years or so. It still gives him a sense of pride to say it. He wishes there was a way to dampen that light that Luke practically radiates, all full of hope and righteous nature.]

What are you doing here, Jedi?

[Time travel was supposed to be impossible, but Kylo Ren has seen a lot of impossible things during his lifetime. This is just another one checked off of a long list.]

[lightsaver]

[The name Anakin Skywalker lurked like a phantom beneath the title of Darth Vader, barely real anymore until the very end. Luke wonders what hides behind the words Kylo Ren, because he can tell there's something.

Then again, does he want to know? A squeezing feeling in his gut warns him that he really, really doesn't. (He ignores it. He's one-for-one so far, after all!)]

Same thing you are: having a conversation. [You know, and stalling for time. Trying to worm his way beneath that big old mask full of defenses before the mistletoe lets them both go.] Nothing wrong with that, is there? [This is not how bluffing works, Luke.]

[darthvaderfanboy]

[There's just a small shard of Ben Solo somewhere inside the rage and pain that make up Kylo Ren. It's just a little bit of light left, a flame that stubbornly refuses to go out, no matter what he tries to do. Though he would die before admitting it, just being in close proximity with his uncle makes that flame grow brighter. The temptation to go back into the light is a strong one.]

You look so young. [He can't help but remark. There's a certain absurdity in being faced with Luke when he's even younger than Kylo currently is. He's as he was in all those stories his mother and father had told him as a child: the farmboy who became the last of the Jedi.]

[lightsaver]

I'm not that young. [Reflex protest. Luke's brow furrows, though. For some reason, he'd thought Kylo Ren was his own age... or close, anyway. It's not like he can see the man's face, or hear his real voice.

It's probably just the wash of emotions: constrained, yes, but only physically. Ben used to talk about having been impatient and reckless, at Luke's age, and god knows Luke's got a habit of letting his own feelings get the best of him, but it's something he's working on. He's still very much a far cry from the serene Jedi master he hopes one day to become, the kind that Obi Wan Kenobi had been.]

You don't need the mask to live, do you? [He knows that Vader had, but it had been audibly regulating his breathing. Luke can't hear anything of the sort, coming from Kylo Ren's suit.]

[darthvaderfanboy]

[There's a barely-audible huff from Kylo. He's not sure whether he's amused by Luke's protest or sees him as more of an idiot for it. While he hates his old master, there's still a level of respect that he has for the Jedi as well. Respect that this-- this boy has yet to earn.]

No. It's meant to honor the legacy of Lord Vader. [If Luke could've backed away, now would've been a good time to. Don't Kylo get started on his grandfather. They'll be here all day.]

[lightsaver]

Vader? [No, no. That definitely requires an explanation. Luke loves his father, in a strange way - loves what he could have been. What he had been, once, and that he found a way to return to it in the very end, but he's a hard man to honor. There had been the small matter of all the needless death and acts of torture he'd committed through the years, the way he'd killed Ben and the fact that he had helped to destroy the planet Leia grew up on, you know. A couple little things. (Also he'd cut off Luke's hand, which was just rude.)

Probably not a problem for someone who embraces the dark side, sure, but then wouldn't the fact that he'd destroyed the Emperor and come back to the light would prevent him from becoming an object of adulation?

Maybe this Kylo Ren doesn't know that. Maybe it can help, while he's here grasping at straws anyway.] You remind me of him, you know.

[darthvaderfanboy]

[If there's one thing that Kylo is good at, it's the practice of denial. Despite being told of the life of Darth Vader, he's only ever seen what he wanted to in his grandfather. The legend that surrounded him had done more to shape the knight's mind then the actual actions of the man himself. He saw the most powerful Sith Lord the galaxy had ever known. His faults were something Kylo chose to ignore or explain away.

His head comes up sharply and he's staring hard at Luke, a gaze that transcends the immobile mask. He's been told before that he's like Vader. It's always in a negative context: that he was arrogant, impatient, hot-tempered. He would've preferred to take after him in other areas: his strength and power.]

How so?

[deepseated]

[ On the list of things one can reasonably expect to find on a snow-covered death-planet, several light years -- and lifetimes -- from one's home, mistletoe has to be at the very bottom.

Not that she's about to complain, of course, the little sprig of greenery catching her entirely off-guard. ] Well, this is certainly unexpected.

[darthvaderfanboy]

What is it? [He's had no experience with mistletoe before. Kylo wouldn't have even noticed the plant except for the fact it's preventing him from leaving this spot. It certainly was powerful.]

[deepseated]

Mistletoe [ There's a slight frown as she tries to puzzle out how it could have come to be there, of all places, the fact that it seems to have pinned them both in place not even occurring to her yet. ] or something very like it.

[ Her gaze drops, settling on him now, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. ] Somehow I didn't expect the Forces of galactic order and stability to be quite so festive.

[darthvaderfanboy]

This mistletoe, is it very powerful? [He keeps making an awkward, jerky movement like he's trying to move away and can't quite seem to make his legs work. Whoever put this up is being hunted down after he escapes.]

[deepseated]

No, not powerful. [ She frowns, finally noticing his aborted attempts at movement. His frustration becoming clearer with every passing moment.]

What on earth are you doing?

[darthvaderfanboy]

I can't move.

[He stops after his latest failed attempt. This clearly isn't working. Time for a new solution.]

[deepseated]

[ Whatever answer she'd expected him to give, that clearly wasn't it. Brows knitting tightly, she flicks her gaze between him and the plant, before settling back on him. ] I suppose it's too much to hope that you're having me on.

[ Unease settles in the pit of her stomach. She tries to move, to step back -- he has a temper, has admitted as much with all the arrogance of someone accustomed to getting their way -- and it's like hitting a wall, the force jolting through her spine.

She curses loudly, green eyes narrowing, her earlier humor vanishing like early morning mist. ] Right.

[darthvaderfanboy]

Let me try something. [Kylo holds up a hand, willing the small plant to him. For a moment, it seems like it might work. The leaves turn towards him and lean in, but the plant fails to be dislodged. He's certainly surprised. He's had trouble moving things before, but never has anything flat-out refused to come to him.]

Do you have any ideas? [Evie is a bright woman and seems to have had more experience than him in dealing with mistletoe. He's willing to let her take the lead for the moment.]

[deepseated]

I might. [ It's a long shot, really, and not the sort of thing she would ordinarily suggest.

She makes a motion to come closer, as if apart to impart a dreadful secret. With any luck it'll all be over quickly, before things can get anymore awkward than they already have. ] Bear with me. [ Once he's close enough she'll lean up on her tip-toes -- he really is absurdly tall, easily as tall as her brother, if not more -- and presses a quick kiss to where his cheek would likely be, were he not currently wearing a mask. ]

Try to move now.

[darthvaderfanboy]

[Whatever he's expecting her to do, it certainly isn't that. Kylo's never more grateful to be wearing a mask then at moments when emotions show clearly on his face. Were Evie able to see, she'd be witness to the dark knight in a state of surprise and shock, almost as if she had kissed his real face. He automatically backs up and is absurdly grateful to be free of the mistletoe's spell.]

This will teach me not to underestimate the power of plants.

[deepseated]

[ As satisfying as it might've been to be witness to that reaction, she is grateful when whatever spell that seems to hold them snaps. She steps immediately out of striking range, more out of habit now then necessity, and waits for him to compose himself. ]

All right?

[darthvaderfanboy]

I'm fine.

[And indeed, one can practically see that his shields are back up around himself as he straightens his shoulders. That small gesture says more than any words ever could.]