[ closed ] girl you got me like hooked

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Characters: Ren & Rey
Date: backdated to July 31, immediately after this thread
Location: Ren's house in the Sky Sector
Situation: Rey has procured drugs. Ren is curious. Illegal activities ensue.
Warnings/Rating: drug use. other warnings added as needed.



Light. Dark. She was no longer content to think in such cut and dry terms; she felt as though her eyes had truly been opened, that there was an entire way of thought previously denied her that she had access too, now.

Kylo Ren — as well as the Cultists' drugs — was a key to that understanding.

He'd offered to teach her before, in the ways of the Force. Perhaps they could both learn from what lay in the small baggie of black dust she'd procured, in the little colorful crystals that had come along with it. Dust and Lucid were mind-altering substances, but she wasn't fearful of trying them in the least. If anything they would give her insight, knowledge....and perhaps the understanding of how to obtain Malicant's power.

Ren was amenable to her suggestion, and offered his residence as a private place to test the substances out. She followed him without hesitation or fear, entering his home as though she were a welcomed guest — [ where am I? you're my guest ] — and gave his table full of ...ashes? a curious glance before settling down on his living room sofa, leaning back as though making herself comfortable.

"Well?" She took out the bag of multicolored crystals, to start. "It's now, or never."

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He let his gaze linger on her, hungrily drinking in the sight of Rey making herself at home in his house, so full of confidence and grace. She had come a long way from the young woman he had hunted on Takodana, and even farther from the frightened, lonely child he had seen in her memories. Now she was strong and determined, and she had come to him.

After everything...

He sat next to her on the couch, one arm draped over the back of it, though he was mindful not to crowd her. And yet... He wondered. If he did crowd her, would she run or would she lash out? Part of him wanted to see her lash out, her fury would be beautiful to behold.

"Now or never," he murmured his agreement, and upended the little bag on the couch between them. He held up a yellow stick, marveling at how it sparkled in a beam of sunlight. "If this is what they used to feel closer to Malicant... To understand it will bring us a step closer to him, too."