“I’m sure you did,” she spat sarcastically, voice raw and unyielding as she tugged hard against her restraints.
“A lifetime ago, yes,” he confessed, gently probing her Force Signature. “But you don’t remember that, do you?”
Through the Bond, he shared with her his memories of a life now long past — a life in which they were happy, a life in which he belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.
“You’re… You’re lying,” she whispered, tears springing to her eyes as she struggled to process the revelation.
“Not about this,” he sighed, carefully pulling away from her subconscious. “I loved you more than anything, Rey… And there will never come a life in which I won’t love you again.”
Either way it would have been fascinating, but I can just SEE Kylo as a siren. It’d be sexy/dangerous AF. <3
Hehehe. Thank you for giving me the perfect opportunity to rec a fic that is exactly like that. Siren’s Song by DragonWhiskers. It’s delightful in so many ways but also because it’s kind of horrifying. I don’t want to say too much because I don’t want to give the ending away but it is… fraught. And of course, everything else the author has written is gold, too.
Just throwing it out there because I think you share my weakness for scary, dark-eyed monster boys.
This prompt was super mean because I couldn’t decide who I wanted to be the siren so I sat here for way too long thinking about it. 😛
Rey’s had this dream so many times it feels like a memory. The waves licking at her ankles as she descends into the water, the dark eyes that pierce her soul and beckon her closer and, above all else, the song, slow and sweet, as mournful as a funeral march and as sultry as a love song. She doesn’t recognize the feel of skin on skin, the scrape of scales against her calves – she doesn’t realize it’s not a dream until her face hits the water.
*cackles* I was very curious about who you would pick.
Also DAMN, you did a lot with one paragraph! That is gorgeous.
Thank You! 💜
I honestly almost went with siren!Rey but I guess I’m just in one of those “edging on darker stuff” mood tonight. It was a close call.
“Sam – no – “ Jimmy tries to shove at Sam’s chest but it’s as if all strength has left his body. Somewhere, deep in his awareness, he’s panicking, screaming, thrashing against the magic that makes his body feel weak and numb, but that voice, that understanding of the situation, feels far away. Jimmy mumbles something and relents only vaguely conscious of the warmth of his own blood running down his neck and Sam’s suckling.
Rose stands before her groom, Finn is his name, silently reminding herself that this was a good idea, no matter what Paige had said. They needed someone on the inside, someone to get tactical information back to the D’Qar Kingdom and who better to do that than the wife of a general?
But as Finn bends to kiss her he brushes his lips past her ear, whispering so that only she can hear: “I know who you are and what you’re hear for and so do they so if you want make it through the week we’re both going to have to run.”
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