#lightconflict

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( 》。❂ @lightconflict. )

it had been HUX's plan . a proposition for peace , power , prosperity in an age of warfare. what BETTER way to impose themselves upon the resistance than to show that the first order had made them docile , bent to their will and aligned to their cause ?

rey could not find fault in his logic , but it still rankled to be examined like breeding stock. a supreme leader that would be pressed for a partner and an heir in ways that snoke had escaped, and simply because she was a WOMAN. a woman that held significant influence, that had come from nothing and built herself into something . many feared her for legacy for it  — the others despised her. they could not hide this disdain in their minds, on their faces, when ordered around by the scavenger rat they still saw as her reflection .

she should be PLEASED. soon, she would have everything she had wanted. CONTROL over the galaxy that had forgotten her, shunned her, neglected her. POWER to ensure no others could harm her. the SECURITY of an alliance. A FAMILY in the form of a husband. BEN .

                            BEN.

BUT HE HAD NOT agreed to join her of his own free will. she had stood before the severed body of her master, pleading and broken, and he had denied her that. he had told her she was not ALONE , and then abandoned her as all the others had. BEN SOLO was no better than the parents that had discarded her like trash. and now she would be reminded of his betrayal each day, twisting the knife DEEPER .

he had no choice in the matter, and she was tired. a bone-deep exhaustion. she had never been, would never be, anyone's first choice.

it was a surprise that general organa had agreed to part with her precious son at all. she was not a woman easily COWED. if they had not been opposition, rey would have RESPECTED that fire . but, as it stood, the princess was a thorn in their sides, making demands. as she had reminded REY, they had convened to compromise, not to surrender.

the MATCH had been made. they would be wed, a ceremony broadcast throughout the galaxy, to signify a new era . the knowledge was churning a hole in her gut, even as she sought out ben. he could not escape her here, now that she was not reaching across galaxies to reinstate their BOND. here, she was flesh and blood in the resistance's base, rather than a projection created out of star matter and dust .

a door hissed open, announcing her arrival. THERE, she could make out ben's shape. a bitterness pinched at the corners of her MOUTH, openly displeased. ❝ you can't hide from me forever, ❞ came her DRAWL, edged with affront. he was HERS, something darker whispered inside of her. he would not escape it this time, even if they were destined to be trapped in MISERY together. ❝ husband . ❞ a sour lilt, still injured by his abandonment, and disguising it with an outlet of IRRITATION .

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     “thank god you’re home. my english class this semester is SERIOUSLY destroying my SOUL, and i can’t take it anymore. i don’t care about these stupid old books and half the time i have literally no idea what my professor is even talking about.” huffing out a sigh, she flops dramatically back onto ben’s bed like she has THOUSANDS of times before, half-pouting, half-frowning up at him. “without this class my semester would be absolute magic. it’s such an unnecessary headache. it’s like this school is fucking with me on purpose.”

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          “BUT IT MEANT something to you.” their eyes met for only an instant, “it meant something to me, too. i just didn’t realize— well, i thought it was only me.”

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The feeling of cold leather on his skin made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He was so anxious he felt sick. He wished none of this had ever happened.

“What do I do now?”

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My Nephew the Smuggler -- @lightconflict

“If you are going to be a smuggler like your father, you’re going to need one of these.” Luke said before holding out a blaster for his nephew to take. “Just be careful, Ben. Can you promise me that?”

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@lightconflict    //    the arctic air is bracing against rey’s cheeks and nose, her breath misting in the near-freezing air, but she welcomes the chill; it keeps her awake, focused on the charcoal staining her fingers and scratching across the page in her lap. i’ll need new paper when we land, she thinks, idly, taking up a last corner on a page of haphazard sketches from this morning. half of rey’s earnings from her portraits are likely spent on more paper for more portraits, but she likes living this way—relying only on her hands and her imagination, and the inspiration she catches in flashes from the world around her.

the voyage has been a dream so far, she has to admit. she never thought she’d be heading to america of all places, the clutches of england snagging her and always bringing her back eventually, no matter how far in europe she traveled... but she can’t say she isn’t excited, isn’t grateful for that extremely lucky hand of cards she’d been dealt. she’s sure she’ll find her way back to her home country, eventually. but for now... now, she’s content to live while she can, see what the world has to offer; after a childhood spent idling and solitary, it’s what she thinks she can give to herself.

she’s almost lost enough in her sketch (the waves as they appear off the railing of the ship, hazy and abstract in the deep twilight) that she doesn’t hear footsteps hammering against the boat deck. who the hell is coming out here in the middle of dinner? she thinks. aside from herself, at least. she frowns, looking up as she sees a dark shape storming towards the end of the ship, closing her sketchbook on her lap.

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(for the lovely @apparentheir!)

Rey looks over at him, because she should’ve seen that answer coming. She sucks in a deep breath, her nerves getting the better of her as she runs a nervous hand through her hair. “Right, well. Your mother is coming to visit and you two seem -- pretty close, and all that, so I figured she was coming to visit you the year after you’ve graduated college and you’d mention to her that -- I don’t know,” she stops herself mid rant, unsure of what she’s even trying to say now. She makes her way over to him, pressing a kiss to his dark hair and looking at him. “Forget I said anything, alright? You don’t have to tell her anything,” Rey promises him now, putting a few of her ‘infamous’ chocolate chip pancakes in front of him before murmuring a quiet, “I’m sorry I brought it up,” into his hair before making her way back over toward where another pancake was cooking in the frying pan.

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jacen had felt an emptiness inside himself for some time, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was because he had been missing his twin. he always felt guilty about how ben had left, and being unable to bare it any longer he managed to locate where his brother stayed and decided to seek him out.

he was surprised to learn that his brother also lived in new york, and not that far from the salon where he currently worked and resided. he climbed the stairs up to his sibling’s apartment and raised his hand to knock, giving pause and thinking a moment before actually rapping upon the door.

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“ Everything could have been so much different! ”

@lightconflict // Jaina Solo sc 

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AND DO YOU THINK THERE IS A DIFFERENCE ? BETWEEN THE WAY WE LOVE. BETWEEN THE MASKS WE WEAR. BETWEEN THE WEAPONS WE’VE CHOSEN. DO YOU THINK THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US ? AMELIA & BEN FOR @lightconflict

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THE JOB HAD BEEN SIMPLE until a point . you'll be going undercover , chief leia organa had warned them . rey could have sworn there was a glimmer of mirth in her eyes when she added , 'as a married couple.'

rey had balked , but her respect for leia had kept her from making any dissenting comments . fine . she could pretend , despite what little romantic experience she had , as uncomfortable as it was to know that it would all be FAKE . a sham . she nodded , and that had been the end of it as she'd left ben in the room with his mother .

their target , she had informed them , would be a man named armitage hux . a high-ranking and corrupt businessman , if the rumors were to be believed , who had ties to SNOKE , a prestigious mob boss that had been running rampant on a spree as of late . their goal was to get CLOSE without rousing any suspicion , going so far as to share the same hotel to keep track of his movements .

a room with one bed , rey dropped what little baggage she had brought with her on the couch . she didn't OWN many belongings to begin with , but rose had supplied her with outfits that would better make their undercover profile as wealthy newlyweds looking to make an investment in hux's company . but there was still the matter of one BED , and she glanced over at ben , her partner .

❝ should i sleep on the couch ? ❞

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     A nightmare. She knows exactly what THAT’S like. Even now, with everything she could ever want so EASILY at her fingertips, she still finds herself jolting awake in the middle of the night to find herself in a panic, sweating and shaky. It isn’t surprising, that she finds Ben, here, out of bed despite the late hour and the big day they have ahead of themselves tomorrow. There’s been a lot on his mind and hers, though every night when she wakes to find his side of the bed empty she can’t help but WISH that he would talk to her, instead of isolating himself. All she wants is to help, and as she sees him struggle she can’t stop herself from feeling guilty, responsible for bringing him here, to this place, to be around these people --- that seems to make things so hard on him.

Quietly, she sits down beside ben, in the grass, easily lacing her fingers against his. Late at night as it is, there’s a chill in the air, and she leans her head on Ben’s shoulder as she scoots closer into his personal space. His half of the empty bed had felt even COLDER than the wind, when she’d startled awake and reached out for him. She’d much rather be out here and awake with him, even if she is exhausted. They’ve spent so long apart, every second without him now feels like a waste. The fact that they even have the opportunity to have a shared living space at ALL is like a dream come true, though she knows the rest of the base thinks it’s so she can keep an eye on him, as she’s meant to be responsible for anything they think he might do, still wary around the man they really don’t know at all. Not like she does.

“I felt your distress,” she murmurs, tilting her face up to press a kiss to Ben’s cheek, “You could have woken me. I wouldn’t have minded.” Gently, her thumb strokes across the back of his hand, hoping to soothe him. Rey turns her gaze towards the stars too, then, trying to see what he’s looking at. “Are you alright now?”

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          “YOU  have everything you need?” armitage asked, knees on the floor and hands busying themselves with smoothing back bright red hair, clipping the bangs in place for the nth time. small hands caught his, followed with a light british accent in response, “yes, daddy.”

“what about your name tag?” the little girl nodded. “your lunch?” another nod. “mr. hugglesworth?”

“daddy.” she whined impatiently, stealing glances at the other side of the door where little children were playing together.

“you can call me if anything goes wrong. or if you miss me. i’ll come right back and we can go home…” when she only frowned he sighed, “i’ll stop now.” she took it as the end of their conversation and turned on her heels but armitage pulled her back in with her backpack. “wait, wait. aren’t you forgetting something?”

the little girl wrapped her arms around his neck, “i love you, daddy.”

he hugged her back, tightly. “i love you too.” it took all of his will power to let go and he gestured at the door, “now, go have the best day ever.” she smiled widely and giggled in excitement before running off to join the other children. she gave a quick wave over her shoulder. he waved back.

this went too well. where was the crying he’d been expecting? the heartbreaking pleas and having to be pulled apart from one of the helpers? armitage had done his research, was prepared for everything and anything… except this. it was almost unfair how easily she left him for a bunch of small strangers but he couldn’t blame her. she deserved this. his reasoning, however, didn’t make it hurt any less.

“they grow up too fast.” armitage though aloud with a rueful sigh, still watching the door.after her mother left, it was only the two of them. he knew what to do but for a divorced man with a fulltime job and too much pride to ask for help it was a difficult change. by some miracle it worked out in the end and soon they were inseparable. his little girl, his bundle of joy. the one good thing to come out of his miserable, broken life.

perhaps he was the one attached. the one who wanted to cry and plead for her not to go – not to grow and leave him behind. it was pitiful but what else was there for him? nothing in this life seemed worthwhile nowadays. he’d given up on dating a long time ago – most gave up on him almost instantly after seeing his daughter – and his job was little more than mundane. there was nothing for him now.

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Nephew -- @lightconflict

“Are you ready to go trick or treating, Ben?” Luke called to his nephew. “Or do you need help putting on your costume?”

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        laughter, a sound that for so long was absent from her life, tumbled off her lips with ease as she hurried after ben. when she’d first set foot on the ship, sansa had never thought she would find such HAPPINESS on board, but whenever ben was near her smiles were bright and genuine. by some m i r a c l e they managed to find time away from the prying eyes of the lannisters and their guards. they normally spent their time together strolling along the third class desk, somehow she felt more comfortable there than around the other first class passengers, and talking. today, however, ben had a DIFFERENT destination in mind. except he refused to tell her where they were going. it was completely frustrating! but sansa couldn’t stop SMILING or chasing after him.          ❝  ben, w h e r e are we going ?? ❞ 

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@lightconflict [cont]     //     rey is running on adrenaline and fury as the troopers advance on them, blasters pointed straight at their chests. they’d only stopped for a brief refuel, had been sure it would be safe on a more remote planet—and now they’re staring down imminent death via shot to the heart unless they do something and quickly.

ben, at least, is on it just as much as she is; she catches her staff as he throws it, in the same move whirling to slam it into the head of the trooper that’s advancing on her. “what, they’ve been tracking the ship since i stole it?” rey calls back to him, indignant anger coloring her tone, teeth gritted as she kicks the trooper she’s knocked out over and off the falcon’s ramp. they’re being backed up into the ship, but at least this stormtrooper contingent is small. though she’s sure they’ll be calling in reinforcements soon. “your brother sounds like a piece of work,” she grumbles, half to herself. ben’s only told her briefly about the twin who had fallen to the dark, and she hasn’t really gotten to think about it much, but she thinks he’d be a good outlet for anger right now.

she slams her hand down on the button to pull the falcon’s ramp up, her other hand firing her blaster at the troops. they’re effectively trapped inside the ship now—and she can feel blasterfire shaking the paneling—but at least they can do some work. she turns to ben, still breathing heavily from the fight. “do you know what their tracking device would look like? i can see if i can turn it off, disable it. but we don’t have long.”