It's an odd sensation, being pleased and frustrated by Ronan's resistance at the same time. He flows irritably around the perimeter of his dream, dragging himself against the border in search of a weak spot to dig his fingers into, something he can claw open to push inside.
The truth is, Kylo is nothing like Palpatine. He doesn't like tricks, or pretending to be something he knows he is not. He has no patience for subtlety or disguise and a ferocious hatred of lies, which are precisely the tools he will need to convince the dream to accept him.
But he doesn't need the dream to accept him. Does he. It's easy to forget, when Ronan is shaped like this— when he is a world all his own making— but infiltration isn't the only answer. Kylo doesn't need to invade on Ronan's terms at all.
He breathes deeply, gathers his will and stretches out, spilling and spreading until he has Ronan surrounded, trapped under the fluid weight of his determination. He's promised Ronan he would swallow him whole on more than one occasion— and now, as he begins to apply slow, horribly indefatigable pressure, he'll prove it.
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The truth is, Kylo is nothing like Palpatine. He doesn't like tricks, or pretending to be something he knows he is not. He has no patience for subtlety or disguise and a ferocious hatred of lies, which are precisely the tools he will need to convince the dream to accept him.
But he doesn't need the dream to accept him. Does he. It's easy to forget, when Ronan is shaped like this— when he is a world all his own making— but infiltration isn't the only answer. Kylo doesn't need to invade on Ronan's terms at all.
He breathes deeply, gathers his will and stretches out, spilling and spreading until he has Ronan surrounded, trapped under the fluid weight of his determination. He's promised Ronan he would swallow him whole on more than one occasion— and now, as he begins to apply slow, horribly indefatigable pressure, he'll prove it.