Kylo's offer to come by feels like progress. Very quick progress, all considered.
Stephen has no expectations about Kylo Ren or their mutual connection, especially in such a short space of time, but sense of time for Stephen is generally more hazy these days. Either way, Kylo Ren has no obligation to indulge Stephen on any level. And yet, he already has. He has trusted Stephen with incredibly personally sensitive experiences, things that clearly contribute to created wounded animals that snap and bite when approached by strangers. Stephen doesn't know Kylo Ren, or his partner, but already he has a sense that there's tremendous amount of complicated stuff going on here.
And it helps Stephen understand why they are motivated to bring the ends that they are considering. Not condone, but understand.
It's because he can appreciate it, understand it, that he knows the situation is delicate and volatile, something that needs a gentle touch and respect for damage. And Stephen has boundless respect for damage.
What he hasn't done for a while is get this world's version of an Uber. When you're used to opening your own forms of immediate transportation at any moment you want, it sort of spoils you for travel. But here he is, bumping around in the back seat of the car (cloak pressed up curiously against the window) along a comparatively less well-maintained road toward a farm. Of all places, a farm.
Immediately exiting the car, Stephen can feel magic. All around, threaded through the air, the trees, the grass. The area thrums with power, like music.
It makes Stephen just stop, close his eyes, let the sensation pass through him, and forget that every second is critical.
۞ The Meadows - Kylo and Ronan
Stephen has no expectations about Kylo Ren or their mutual connection, especially in such a short space of time, but sense of time for Stephen is generally more hazy these days. Either way, Kylo Ren has no obligation to indulge Stephen on any level. And yet, he already has. He has trusted Stephen with incredibly personally sensitive experiences, things that clearly contribute to created wounded animals that snap and bite when approached by strangers. Stephen doesn't know Kylo Ren, or his partner, but already he has a sense that there's tremendous amount of complicated stuff going on here.
And it helps Stephen understand why they are motivated to bring the ends that they are considering. Not condone, but understand.
It's because he can appreciate it, understand it, that he knows the situation is delicate and volatile, something that needs a gentle touch and respect for damage. And Stephen has boundless respect for damage.
What he hasn't done for a while is get this world's version of an Uber. When you're used to opening your own forms of immediate transportation at any moment you want, it sort of spoils you for travel. But here he is, bumping around in the back seat of the car (cloak pressed up curiously against the window) along a comparatively less well-maintained road toward a farm. Of all places, a farm.
Immediately exiting the car, Stephen can feel magic. All around, threaded through the air, the trees, the grass. The area thrums with power, like music.
It makes Stephen just stop, close his eyes, let the sensation pass through him, and forget that every second is critical.
Just for a moment...