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IT WAS ONLY JUST A DREEEEEEAAAMMMM

wake up, wake up, it's only a bad dream meme

bad dreams are ordeals, sometimes seemingly endless. when you wake up, your heart pounds, your head hurts, and you end up drenched in sweat. even if you know none of it was real, it takes a while to orient yourself.

it is pretty nice to have someone there to wake you up or to soothe you out of it and remind you that...

it's only a dream.
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the usual rules apply. post with your character and preferences and then tag around, have your characters comfort others.

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[OOC; PARKS SHINY METAL ASS how would you want to do this would you even want to. how does the Order even be remotely comforting to one another. ~~answer; 'I don't know, but it's probably a little violent, may or may not involve alcohol, but by god I love the idea'~~]

[OOC: Eeeeexcellent! *Rubs hands together.* Let me know if this works.]

[Kylo didn't sleep much these days. He preferred the serenity that he found while meditating. When he slept, the dreams always came back. Or, more accurately, the dream. It always started the same way, with Han Solo calling out his name. Sometimes, it played out the way it had in reality, with him stabbing the old man through the chest, and ending with Rey slashing his face open. Other times, he let Han take the lightsaber and begged his father to kill him, and he would wake up to the sound of a blade entering his heart. Always, he tossed and turned, writhing in pain that he couldn't escape.

Right now, with his mask off, he was mumbling to himself as he tossed and turned.]

Han...no...don't...

[His hands twitched towards the lightsaber at his side. Not many would dare wake up the knight from his dreams, no matter how much he wished someone would.]

[not many make it a habit to patrol by Kylo Ren's quarters.

Phasma goes here no more or less often than the rest of the route, but the fact remains she's one of the very, very few who do at all. and when she needs to adjust her body clock, the easy exercise of patrol does double-duty; it gives her something to do to stay awake, and when she does go to rest, she's not full of energy and unable to sleep.

it seems, however, that she's not the only one awake. the Captain pauses outside the door, hearing sounds from inside; while normally she'd dismiss them, something in her has her listen for a few more seconds before keying the door to open [with an override, if necessary] and raising her blaster in not-quite-expectation of a threat.

it's highly doubtful that there's an intruder, but better safe than sorry.]

[His thrashing becomes more intense, the words just barely coherent as his eyes move rapidly behind the closed lids.]

Don't do it...no...I can't...

[As the nightmare reaches a crescendo, Kylo wakes up, sitting bolt upright, his hand automatically reaching for his weapon. His lightsaber springs to life and he swings it at Phasma almost before his eyes are completely open. It's only thanks to his Force-endowed reflexes that he stops it half an inch away from her face. He's breathing hard, not even blinking as the dream fades away, replaced by the reality before him.]

Captain? [He asks in a fuzzy voice more suited to a sleepwalker suddenly brought back to wakefulness than a man who had nearly killed his comrade.]

[battle-honed reflexes have Phasma moving at the first sign of movement. while she doesn't fire, she does step back, trying to use the doorframe as cover; unfortunately, Ren's own Force-honed reflexes are a step above. she freezes with the red glow temporarily consuming her field of vision, her field of perception narrowed down to the realization that she has made the wrong choice.

that perception hangs.

and hangs.

and the voice finally processes, and behind her helmet, Phasma blinks once. well, that was...an experience.]

Sir.

[to her credit, her voice is utterly flat and monotone. there is no sign to the (useless) burst of adrenaline in her veins, the aborted fight-or-flight.

...nor is there a sign that she's aware her blaster is pointed at Kylo's gut.]

[He pulls the lightsaber away from Phasma's face and sheathes it, the unstable beam of light disappearing into the dark. He sets it down beside him on the bed and rubs a hand through his dark hair. Usually so tame, now it's all over the place, a few strands sticking to the side of his face.

He blinks a few times and takes some deep breaths, centering himself in the present moment before he looks over towards Phasma. He doesn't bother with an apology.]

That was a stupid mistake, Captain. Your head could be lying on the floor right now.

[if there was an apology, Phasma would have assumed she was already dead, because surely no such thing could happen in the living world. as Ren does not apologize and merely scolds- she tilts her helm, accepting the chastisement.]

There was a disturbance.

[her tone implies that it's more explanation than excuse; after all, he's quite right.

her blaster finally lowers to point at the floor, posture moving from outright alert to attention.]

Shall I leave?

[He should dismiss her to go back to her duties, roll over, and stare at the dark walls until it's morning. But the dream is still with him, hanging onto the corners of his mind. Instead, he tells Phasma:]

No. Stay.

[Immediately, he curses himself for being a weak-minded fool. Maybe he should next ask her to tuck him into bed and sing him a lullaby.]

...

[...and the posture...well. it's not quite 'at ease', but there's a bit less rigidity in it as she looks him over. there are very, very few things she could say without causing offense. and right now, an offended Kylo Ren is the least of things she wants.

so.

let's play a careful little game in which she tries to feel out the boundaries of this foreign situation. she takes a step to ensure the door is secure, before dropping in to the clipped routine of reporting;]

North and east sectors are quiet as of the hour. The night patrol found a few vermin, but it was poor target practice.

Good. That's good.

[Kylo speaks absently, his mind elsewhere. He's sitting upright as he sifts through the battered pieces of his mind, trying to establish a sense of calm and normalcy within him. He's ill at ease, that much is clear. Anger is what he needs, a towering rage that will make him want to tear down the walls around him. Not this weak uncertainty that's led him to seek comfort with the presence of another.]

Am I keeping you from your duties, Captain?

[wow, here she is trying to calm you with the mundane, and you want the opposite? too bad for you Phasma is not easily ruffled. her expression remains bland, as does her voice.]

My duties are ensuring the base is secure, sir. I suppose this could be considered part of them.

[is that a roundabout way of saying 'if you throw another hissy fit we are as sure as hell NOT secure'?]

[He's grateful to the presence of the Stormtrooper. Phasma is sturdy as a rock, her no-nonsense attitude just what he needs to get himself back on track.]

Give me just a few minutes. I'll be fine.

[Whether or not he chops off the next person's head who comes through his door is still up for debate.]

If it's all the same to you, sir, I would prefer to remain until certain you're not to have another n-vision.

[look at that catch. that is a sweet catch.]

[Smooth, Phasma. Very smooth. Kylo gives a side-eye glance. If he were feeling more like himself, he'd toss her right out of his room using the Force. Instead, he deflects attention off of himself.]

Were you ever afraid of the dark as a child?

[He has a very hard time picturing Phasma as a child. There's a vague impression in his imagination he has of a little girl who probably beat up anyone who dared to tease her.]

[Phasma's face is impassive. look at her. look at her remaining smooth. so amazing. she should get a metal for this. would probably keep the bland expression if she was thrown out, and when she went to pick herself up.

the question, however, takes her a bit by surprise. she thinks for a few moments, giving it due consideration]

...not that I recall. [there's a brief pauses where she presses her lips together in thought, and then goes on.] After...the fall. I do recall having night terrors for some time. [there's a brief, questioning glance. should I go on?]

[He stares at Phasma, the eyes usually burning with anger unusually pensive as he considers her answer. He doesn't seem all that surprised by it.]

I never was either. It's the light that I always feared more.

[Lights illuminate the weaknesses in people for him while the darkness helps to strengthen and eliminate them.]

[there's also one more thing to consider as she meets his gaze steadily. not challenging, but not backing down, either. she blinks once.]

Light burns.

[and there's a period of silence. finally, in what may be unusual for her...]

May I speak freely?

[Kylo's hands link together and are placed under his chin as he remains quiet. His eyes are fixed somewhere else, a point in time that lies far beyond the here and now.

When Phasma asks for permission to speak freely, he gives a short nod as his eyes come back from whatever they had been seeing.]

[Phasma's quiet for a few moments longer, because she doesn't often inquire about this sort of thing. but with tonight...her curiosity has been piqued.]

I do not...know your teachings, and I will not assume I know better than them, but...I am curious. For those of us who fight by...simpler means, using the tools and tactics of our enemies - their own weapons, against them - is not unheard of. Why avoid them with...?

[she makes a vague gesture. why not find what works and use it? Light, Dark, whatever...?]

It doesn't work that way with Force users. You have to devote yourself to one path. If you try to walk both, you'll become weak, unable to reach the strength that only one side will lend you. If someone following the Dark feels a call to the Light, they must resist, no matter how strong it gets.

[Not that he knows anything about that at all, oh no. This is all purely a hypothetical scenario.]

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