warfares: <user name="recadreuse"> (Default)
ᴋʏʟᴏ ʀᴇɴ ([personal profile] warfares) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2019-01-16 07:46 pm
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walking with a friend in the dark

WHO:kylo ren and various.
WHERE: around new amsterdam.
WHEN: september 3 onward.
WHAT: january catch-all.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: tbd.


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forcevisions: (baby i got mine)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-01-17 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
It's good.

[ She can't stop herself from scoping it out before she gets on, walking around it, crouching beside the front to peer at the engine without opening up the paneling. It's not a good look, but she doesn't need a very good look to recognize the model now. She's worked on a few like this. ]

The bike. [ Not the money from racing. ] Racing's like any racing. You make good money, until your speeder blows, or you blow with it. Risky. [ She's done the math. If you want to survive, you don't go for racing. You do something reliable and quiet. ]
forcevisions: (just playthings for me to use)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-01-17 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
You know the way.

[ She takes up the helmet all the same, gripping it in her hands like a comfort object. She looks at the bike like she'd very much like to try it, though, and — ]

I'll try it on the ride back. [ She looks between him and the bike then. ] Will we both fit? [ He's huge. Her nose is slightly scrunched though, betraying her joke. ]
forcevisions: (the trophy case)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-01-18 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her mouth opens to release a quiet, inarticulate and undignified sound that seems to strangle any complaint of it's not like that. But now that he's pointed it out (this is her line of thinking, ignoring that she had pointed it out with her comment about if they would fit), it occurs to her that they haven't been this close since that night on Ahch-to when — ]

Very funny.

[ She mumbles that and huffs a breath and climbs on behind him. The hum of the engine rumbles through her bones pleasantly, a feeling she has missed, and her hips and thighs press along the back of his. Though possible, she determines it's not particularly safe to keep her hands rested on the tail of the bike behind her.

So before they start moving, she leans forward and wraps her arms around his middle. His broad chest fills the circle of her arms, and recognition of it warms her cheeks. She presses her forehead to his spine. Stupid. It'd be easier if their lives were in danger. At least then she wouldn't be thinking about this.
]

Ready.

[ It sounds faintly choked. She turns her face to the side, cheek pressing to the middle of his back. ]