[CLOSED]

[photophobic]

WHO: Kylo Ren & Joseph Kavinsky
WHERE: The Meadows
WHAT: Back when Ronan was going goop
WARNINGS: Discussion of death/dying/loss, probably involving inappropriate language tbh

Kylo isn't his usual self. That much is immediately apparent, despite there being fewer outward indicators of the change he's going through written on his face than some of the other residents and visitors to the Meadows. No crazy hair, no alterations to the oversized solidity of his body or the shape of his face, nothing anyone could point to in particular— but he moves differently, somehow. There's no baseline of absolute confidence in his power humming in every step as he tracks Kavinsky into the woods, but he isn't quite the miserable figure of despair he'd once been in a dream they shared, either. He's resolved.

Fresh from Ronan's bedside, he carries the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Of all their various attempts, this has to be what works. They are, he knows with the horrific intimacy of feeling Ronan's unmaking as it continues to progress, rapidly running out of time.

"Joseph?" he calls. Kavinsky's close by, he can feel it, but he can't see him through the trees.

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tw animal death

[pillz]

"Here."

Kavinsky is: here. He's sitting in a clearing with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a leather knapsack, very fashionable and lightly worn, sitting on the ground beside him. He looks somewhat more rumpled than he did when he first arrived at the Meadows with Josh Foley in tow, and he'd already been rumpled before. Drinking all day, trying to get the freakish Joker-green out of his hair.

Then drinking to try to dream right. Get the higher cognition out of the way, stick to the fuckin' intuition. Not that that's helped, with the cryochamber or the iridescent pills or the dreamergy battery. None of them has worked. But Noah thinks this might, so.

So.

"You ready to kill some li'l pine martens, Kylo Ren?"