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I thought about it, but you stopped me.

[He presses his lips together, feeling nervous for actually admitting she had changed his mind about something.]

I didn't want my actions to reflect back onto you. You've worked hard here, earned a place. I don't want to be the one to sabotage that.

[He bows his head properly, lifting her chin beneath his fingers and resting his forehead to hers, relishing in the closeness.]

Edited (fuck you adam driver for being so tall and making me have to think about where body parts fit) 2018-05-07 23:39 (UTC)

[ Rey smiles slightly at that, just the corners of her lips turning upwards nothing more. His thinking of her before just acting is something she wouldn't have expected of him. It lifts her mood a little, that even though they are being treated unfairly in this moment, he is getting better living in this place. ]

With some luck maybe we can get ourselves out of this without anything drastic happening. But I'm ready to fight this if I have to.

[Her smile makes his stomach do flip flops and he is immediately glad for the choice he made. Her approval meant something to him. He might not always want to do the 'right' thing, but he did what was right for him. She was a part of that.]

Maybe. Thranduil and Obi-Wan seemed willing to try and feel this out more. We may not need a fight if we go about this right.

[But he wasn't afraid of it coming to that. His trust in the Inquisition was now broken, knowing that they would try to do all of this despite the fact that so many of them were trying their best to make homes for themselves and were cooperating with the rules already in place.

He had every intention of fighting for her to keep the home she had built for herself. His thumb traces the upturned corner of her lips where her smile showed itself. He wouldn't watch them take this smile or her home from her.]

[ She smiles a little more at his touch on the corner of her mouth, her eyes warm on his. ]

Nothing is decided yet. The mages were able to get them to agree to destroy some of their phylacteries, we just need to convince them that we deserve to be treated with the same respect.

Everyone keeps saying we need to convince them but how?

[He frowns a bit. Sorry he's such a pessimist, Rey.]

They seem pretty well decided on what they're doing if they're going to put notices out about it.

They put out notices all the time. If there's one thing this Inquisition loves, it's notices.

[ Rey rolls her eyes. She doesn't always think the notices are necessary. In this case, they maybe should have thought through what they were posting a little better first. ]

It said they're looking into the possibility of phylacteries to track us. We don't even know if they'd work for a Rifter. Once they figure out if they work, then they'll be deciding if they're needed.

[ The look on her face is one of grim determination, now. ]

We'll convince them that they can't treat us like we're dangerous creatures they need to keep locked up. Leave, if we absolutely have to.

Why am I not surprised?

[He rolls his eyes along with her. He imagines the last thing the Inquisition leaders wanted was to incite unrest among their ranks, but they were doing a poor job of showing it. Now they had what probably amounted to dozens of Rifters secretly making plans.]

What I want to know is - how is a vial of blood supposed to track a person?

[He scrunches his nose a bit while trying to process how that would even work. He knows nothing of Thedas' technology. Their lack of any sensible technology was still annoying to him. This magic business only made it worse.]

Leave? You'd want to leave all of this?

[His surprise is fairly evident and then the image enters his mind: the two of them, living in some secluded hut, surrounded by woods and grass, living together completely alone. No, a hut in the middle of nowhere wouldn't do. If he could go back - he wanted to show her Chandrila someday. The bustling streets of Hanna City, friendly passerby on every corner - she deserved to be surrounded by people, surrounded by a bustling city and grass and lakes on the outskirts that lead to mountains further out from that.

Chandrila was a beautiful planet and he wanted her to see it, even if he didn't see himself ever going back there. He could see it in his mind, a quaint little apartment like his parents had when he was young. He wasn't sure how he felt about having a family himself - it was way, way, too early for that sort of thing. Being with her was enough.]

Edited 2018-05-08 03:01 (UTC)

I don't want to, but I will if it means not being treated like I'm not a person like anyone else.

[ She knows very little about how the phylacteries work, and would have said as much if his little fantasy hadn't passed between them. She stills, his thought of a beautiful city like one she's never seen and that briefest ghost of a family. Were she any other woman she would probably be terrified of that thought as it passes through his mind. But Rey doesn't remember what it's like to have a family. She wants that, someday.

Letting out a quiet laugh she slides one hand around his chest to touch his face gently, leaning her forehead a little more into his. ]

Of course I might run away with you even if this works out in our favor.

Is that so?

[His stomach was doing a steady barrage of flip flopping at the mention of running away together. Even if they stayed here forever, he wouldn't mind. It was a nice vacation from their lives back home. He knows that his choice to become Supreme Leader had been a hasty one, but he'd wanted the power to stabilize the galaxy. He hadn't expected to be doing it alone.]

You know, I'm not exactly a nice man to be running away with.

[He smiles a bit, feeling exhilarated by the direction their conversation was taking. Where this boldness came from, he didn't know, but he was running with it. They might not get very far until their shards caused them pain, as Iorveth had told him, but the idea of being far away from all of this with just her was a nice one.]

I just might keep you all to myself.

[ She knows rationally that they wouldn't be able to disappear long term. The rifters were all connected, in a sense. But the thought of running away with him and starting anew... It's one she's harbored many times. Wrinkling her nose she tilts get head to the side, just slightly. ]

I don't need a nice man.

[ She murmurs before lifting her chin enough to press her lips to his. ]

Edited 2018-05-08 17:10 (UTC)

[He grabs the back of her shirt, wrinkling the fabric in his hold as he does, and kisses her back with barely contained intensity. His gravity centered onto her, as if the universe held only one star or planet in the entire galaxy and he was fortunate enough to just be caught in her orbit.

He was lucky. She could have killed him - several times, in fact - or left him to freeze to death in that cave in the Sunless Lands. She could have kept their bond locked up tight and pretended he didn't exist. Instead, she was here and they were relying on each other.

His touch moves greedily up her spine, messing up and smoothing her shirt out again as he goes. His thoughts latch onto, for what must be the hundredth time since they started whatever this was between them, how much he wanted her. They were about as subtle as a house on fire and the way he pressed her against him and opened their mouths to deepen their kiss was just as unsubtle.]

[ She sighs into his mouth, the tension of a few moments ago starting to bleed out of her in response to his touch. Her body arches into his and her hand on his face slides back to his hair, tangling in it and holding him close. At least this is something she can be sure of. Regardless of what's going on in the Gallows, she has Ben and his feelings for her are plain. ]

[His hand tangles in her hair in response, tugging lightly wile his mouth slanted against hers; his lips, teeth and tongue saying what words failed to evoke. His eyes fell shut against the overflow of sensations and all seemed to still and feel right between them.

He could tune out all the rest: the uncertainty of their place in Thedas; the worries that the Inquisition, or the Chantry, or whoever, only planned to keep them all here; whether he would even have this when and if they went back. Let all of Thedas fight themselves for all he cared.

His hands drop to her waist before he wraps his arms around her, dragging her upwards against him while he reached out for somewhere - her desk seemed to work well enough. The objects laid on it seemed to jump away from the surface of it when he brought her closer to set her down again. He leaned in, bracing himself with a hand laid on either side of her.]

[ They've gotten pretty good at this, from the first unsure kiss to now. Rey knows exactly how to move her lips against his, how to avoid leaning too far into it and hitting his teeth with hers. She's able to lose herself in the moment, drowning herself in the sensation of his body pressed to hers, her senses filled with him.

She does let out a small gasp as he pulls her upwards, her legs going around his waist to steady herself. Then her rear meets desk and she pulls away from him enough to look around her to make sure that nothing important will get disrupted only to see he's already knocked everything on the floor. Letting out a quiet laugh she shakes her head. ]

What if I'd been working on something important, here?

[ She hums as she leans back into him again, her hands smoothing up his arms and over his shoulders. ]

Ah. Well, it was in the way.

[Which is to say he will help her fix it if something broke, but that could wait. Her laughter was like music to his ears and he never got tired of hearing it. His mouth drops to hers again, comfortable with the familiarity they've both found, while his hands get comfortable on her outer thighs.]

I'll put everything back after.

Don't worry about it. It was just junk.

[ Her hands trail up to his neck, then face, the smile not leaving her lips even as his mouth covers hers. She let her legs relax, hanging to either side of his hips rather than wrapped around them. ]

[ Poe needed a question answered and he didn't think the crystal would be appropriate for it. He was a more in person kind of guy to begin with. By the way of how this one thing sounds, it seemed important. He didn't think about privacy in the moment of when he got to Rey's door. He enters first with a quick knock of a warning. ]

Hey, I was wonder-- [ His sentence is cut short be surprise. Poe takes a moment to really look at what was going on. First she was with someone. He didn't think she would be. That was his first mistake and second mistake wasn't waiting for the "come in". He doesn't stare long as he immediately covers his eyes with his hand while keeping his mouth free. ]

Uh, [ He's stumbling with the words while his brain comes back. She was with Kylo Ren and that was a lot to take in a well. ] I can come back later. [ Poe knows he's currently in the wrong too. It's probably not his first time walking in on two people. He slowly backs towards the door while keeping his hand over his eyes to give them privacy. Another confused thing to think about in regards to Rey being with Kylo Ren. ]

[At the sound of Poe's voice, his Force signature registering in his mind, Kylo straightens immediately. His hands drop from Rey like he'd been burned. It was like approaching a wild animal, the sudden ripple of anger that took over his posture and voice.]

What.

[He takes a step back from her, his glare piercing into the pilot. It hadn't been Poe's fault someone - namely him - hadn't locked the door behind him. Any thoughts of kissing or touching anyone had gone out the window.]

Edited 2018-05-09 18:51 (UTC)

[ Rey's reaction is similar to Ben's only in that she's startled at the interruption, and then panic sets in. She hasn't yet told Poe about much of what happened while she'd been gone from the Resistance. They're just hadn't seemed like a right time. Still isn't, but there's no way for her to hide what he'd just walked in on. Jumping up from her desk quickly she pushes past Ben, putting herself in front of him like he doesn't stand almost an entire head taller than her. ]

We were just- There isn't--

[ She sighs, her eyes squinted slightly as she tries and fails to come up with an excuse for this. She looks fully embarrassed, a flush of color spread across her face and neck. ]

Did- did you need something, Poe?

[ He stops his movements while listening to them. Why run away completely? Poe slowly brings down his hand from his eyes. It had to be safe for now if anything he should consider himself lucky that he wasn't Force pushed against a wall or something was thrown at him. He looks from Kylo to Rey focusing more on the woman standing in front of Kylo Ren. ]

I think I know what I saw. And [ He pauses for a moment while curbing his anger a bit. It was confusing at most but they could always explain later. ] about that topic we can discuss at a later date. I'm sorry for barging in as I did. [ There's a small glance up wards at Kylo before looking at them both equally. ] This could have turned out to be way worse.

[ A small clearing of his throat. Right, the reason he came here for. ] I spoke privately about the blood tracking devices and asked a question. If we were to refuse orders. I believe you may know the answer Rey. Obi-Wan probably does too. I was wondering if you could tell me about the Rite of Annulment.

[ Might as well get right to business on the matter. ]

[I think I know what I saw. Poe's words instantly rankles him further but he keeps his his hands to his sides, the only sign that he's angry being a tightened jaw and a possessive hand on Rey's shoulder. Not that she could miss it through their Force connection. He wasn't hiding how angry he was.]

Careful. [He warns him, very clearly. If he had any more to say about them - in front of Rey specifically - he wouldn't hesitate to shut him up. When Poe chooses to address the reason for his visit, he backs down again, turning his attention to the mess he's made of her spare parts and unfinished projects and blueprints.

He stoops to pick up a sketch, turning it over in his hands before setting it on the desk and then moves on to some spare bolts and screws. At the mention of Obi-Wan his attention is back on Poe again, straightening to his feet.]

Rite of Annulment?

[Rey would know more about that, obviously. He'd never heard the phrase before.]

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Ben.

[ Rey shoots a warning look over her shoulder before he busies himself with cleaning up the mess he made. She focuses her attention on Poe, not moving from her spot where she can intercept one or the other if needed. Her brow furrows for a moment at Poe's question, before her eyes widen and the color drains from her face. ]

It's- if the religious leaders here decide mages in a Circle are too dangerous they'll invoke the Rite of Annulment. They slaughter everyone. Templar abilities affect rifters the same way they affect mages, they could wipe us out if they decided we were too dangerous.

[ She leans back against the desk, horrified she hadn't thought of that before. ]

[ Poe points towards them with an open palm making that 'what' kind of gesture. ] Did you just say Ben? Or Ren?

[ This can give Ren a chance to state otherwise or be honest. He though went back to focusing on Rey so he didn't miss what she had to say. As she went on to explain he could feel that darkness of a pull. Poe presses his lips together while knowing that fear was creeping in.

He slowly glances downward while lowering his head and his hand goes to the back of his neck. ]

Okay, so, [ The gears in his head turn since he'll be thinking of a plan. Poe gives a small shrug not really knowing what to say at first. ] we can't start a mutiny or a riot. It'll only make us look dangerous. The only idea I have is we don't strike first. And I don't know anything about their politics here.

[He shoots her an equally tense glance, far from happy that she used his birth name in front of present company. She'd been good enough not to use it around people like Iorveth, people who weren't privy to what they did in their personal lives. Poe was a different matter entirely.

Instead of answering the pilot's question, he crosses his arms while staring him down. He wasn't going to clarify what Rey had said.]

If we wait too long, they'll find a way to corner us.

[Rite or no, he didn't want to wait this out. Then again, his preferred methods were always direct and quick without much room for thought in between.]

Edited 2018-05-09 20:53 (UTC)

[ Rey presses her lips together, not clarifying the Ben or Ren issue, either. If Poe really wants to know, he'll have to ask again after they've discussed the possibility of the Chantry deciding they all need to be purged.

She bites the inside of her lip as the possibilities are laid out, and she glances back at Ben, before looking over at Poe. ]

They're researching the possibilities of creating Rifter phylacteries right now. Things are still... it's still early. We're going to need natives on our side to keep this from getting bad, they won't just listen to us. Enough people still think that we're demons that they don't trust us.

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