[ SHHHHHS HHHHhSHHHHHH. He's gotta at least be thinking about like Dodging Luke as Ben Solo should be also teaching students her age and YET IS MAKING OUT WIHT ONE. This is not even mentioning the fact of "Hey maybe if Luke Skywalker hadn't fucked up those 7 years ago he probably would have found Rey wandering around sooner and would have had to fight her dumb ass to get her to be a student and then Ben could have problematic thoughts about her as she went through puberty"
Y I K E S
Dear Anakin these fuckers are so problematic, my May December romance kink is showing (Is this may december? feels more May September). Honestly just following in the footsteps of dear old grandpa Space Hitler.
His mouth twitches slightly and he'll smooth leather gloves across her sides and rib cage. A soothing gesture for her-- or maybe himself. Either way, now they are on some crazed tipping point of frenzied passion he feels more ready to talk a little about.... Problematic things. (Not accidental grooming of a prepubescent Rey problematic at least???) ]
Snoke admonished me. [ 'Admonished' sounds so... quaint compared to the memory. It's not as if he tries to keep his time with Snoke from her-- but it's hard to speak completely openly about it.
Through the bond she'll experience a glimpse of it. A dark surge of the Force, tears mocked, a ghostly touch, electricity crackling across skin. Anger, despair, sorrow and grief.
His father.
It's all compacted, an area of himself he doesn't often touch, too raw to be ready to heal.
He slows his affectionate assault, aware he may scare her or overwhelm her even with the brief peek into what his life had been. For the moment he presses a soft kiss to her freckled shoulder. At the very least trying to assure her that he is okay in this moment. There's no tears here. Not now. Probably soon with this fucker who knows. Tears or screaming and breaking shit with his hot topic exclusive lightsaber ] I was tired of living up to the expectations of the past.
[ And he killed the fuck outta that past in an elevator, okay? ]
/ House season finale of "YOU CANT ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT" STARTS PLAYING
Y I K E S
Dear Anakin these fuckers are so problematic, my May December romance kink is showing (Is this may december? feels more May September). Honestly just following in the footsteps of dear old grandpa Space Hitler.
His mouth twitches slightly and he'll smooth leather gloves across her sides and rib cage. A soothing gesture for her-- or maybe himself. Either way, now they are on some crazed tipping point of frenzied passion he feels more ready to talk a little about.... Problematic things. (Not accidental grooming of a prepubescent Rey problematic at least???) ]
Snoke admonished me. [ 'Admonished' sounds so... quaint compared to the memory. It's not as if he tries to keep his time with Snoke from her-- but it's hard to speak completely openly about it.
Through the bond she'll experience a glimpse of it. A dark surge of the Force, tears mocked, a ghostly touch, electricity crackling across skin. Anger, despair, sorrow and grief.
His father.
It's all compacted, an area of himself he doesn't often touch, too raw to be ready to heal.
He slows his affectionate assault, aware he may scare her or overwhelm her even with the brief peek into what his life had been. For the moment he presses a soft kiss to her freckled shoulder. At the very least trying to assure her that he is okay in this moment. There's no tears here. Not now.
Probably soon with this fucker who knows. Tears or screaming and breaking shit with his hot topic exclusive lightsaber] I was tired of living up to the expectations of the past.[ And he killed the fuck outta that past in an elevator, okay? ]