[The text is followed by an image of her left upper thigh that appears to have a rather fresh and only partially healed stab wound held together with stitches. None of the fancy healing tech he had for his saber injury. The hem of a t-shirt frames the bottom edge of the image, but it really doesn't cover much of anything. Though it is just her thigh in frame.]
[ Since waking up with the hangover from Hell -- quite literally, recovering from his brush with death, Kylo has not sought anyone out nor left his room. His chest hurts with phantom pain which he absently rubs at as he reads the text.
He thought it'd be Rey, come to yell at him more, but no. He frowns on at the image for a long moment. ]
I'd have it seen again, those stitches don't look like they're doing their job well. What happened?
Hold on, I'm trying to imagine you with a fancy umbrella drink amidst this serious conversation.
[It's an enjoyable mental image and one she holds onto for a moment or two longer before returning to the more painful subjects at hand.]
Physically, yes. He missed the bone and the femoral on purpose. Still working through the memories I picked up. That was the list item, to use my mutation to drain her.
[Obviously she didn't kill Rey, but this means she now knows much more and Rogue thinks he should know that at least.]
Your decision would have been similar to my decision, if it helps.
It's a mixed drink found in tropical areas, or themed bars. Usually fruity and brightly colored. Very different aesthetic than your usual look.
[Also big, military looking men like him don't traditionally drink them. Fuck traditions though.]
She's alright. Remember how it felt when I touched you? Minus the kissing. I got the brunt of that.
[Namely all the memories and emotions she had slamming around in her head. It was a lot for a great many reasons, but there are more important things to emphasize.]
People don't always come back from death here. I was worried you wouldn't.
Sounds. Interesting. Definitely not my usual fare, but I've found myself trying newer things than I previously had.
[ "When in Hell", right? ]
I see.
[ Rogue might say it's not a big deal but he's still point-five seconds from finding those responsible for the notes and cutting them all to ribbons. Instead he'll just destroy another hallway later, no big deal.
You worried for me. Of course she did, Rey was worried too. Why does it still throw him off, that beat of concern? ]
[She's not as good at identifying beers, given her preferences, but it sounds cozy.]
That wasn't what I meant.
['Fine' universally means just the opposite in nearly all contexts back home. Failing to admit he was not one hundred percent felt like pride to her, but maybe she's projecting.
The next texts halts her progress, but only briefly. Did the Veiled Order really send both dyad halves after her? Charming.]
As much as I appreciate your long distance Forcefulness, I'm having difficulty imaging you succeeding with that task regardless of your death pact. I'm a sturdy lady.
[Pumpkins generally taste like a whole lot of not much, hence the need for spice, but that's the same for many other foods, particularly squash.
At this point, she's grown accustomed to him being able to sense her arrival and walking in as though it were an automatic door. Rogue's focus is on him when she floats her way into his room, not wanting to fuss with walking with her healing injury. It's also why she's wearing athletic shorts with over the knee socks to limit skin exposure while keeping her wound unrestricted by clothing.
Quietly, she scans over him for obvious wounds. Then, her attention goes to the desk with his words, eyebrow lifting. Okay then.]
A travesty that keeps you restin'. [She comments dryly while floating over to the edge of the bed, her focus returning to him.] But please tell me your plan for fixin' things up.
[ Kylo seems unbothered by the lack of the table and its destruction and going by the smell of burnt wood, and the glowing embers on the table, it had happened in the last half an hour or so. He waves the comment off, focused on eyeing her wounded leg.
He has never been able to use Force healing else he'd offer. ]
I'll handle it. [ Or he'll bother some demons so that they will handle it, it doesn't matter. Kylo doesn't care, the effort of having unleashed such a small amount of rage had left him feeling winded. He pulls his robe closed, hiding the newly acquired scar from view. ] Have a seat.
[It's a flesh wound, and Rogue doesn't wish to ask Josh for healing after the incident between them, and is almost tempted to deflect with more flirting. Kiss it and make it better, perhaps? Maybe she'll use that later.]
Mhm. [She's certain he's just going to either leave it, shove it haphazardly into a corner, and/or make the staff bring him a replacement. When she sits, she settles the weight of her right side first, then is a bit more ginger with the left, almost imperceptible.
Her own gaze shifts down to the movement of his hand on his robe, and she reaches out to gently touch the back of it, glancing up at him in a quiet, concerned question. She wants to see the damage one gets from dying here.]
[ It's too complicated a question, and almost irrelevant. She almost wants to take it back the minute he asks it.]
Yes.
Look, I know you don't sleep, and I know at least one of the reasons why. I was just going to offer to swap rooms with you or Luke, but this way is better. No more surprise naked strangers or people from home we'd rather avoid.
[ ... she'd be right, the list of concerns he has, a destroyed table doesn't make the cut. Kylo's hand lingers over the wound, ever so briefly before her hand touches his. With a sigh, he pulls back the fabric. She's seen him shirtless before, all the same marks and scars but smack in the middle of his chest is a fairly large angry looking scar.
It's a burn but also a stab wound. Healed, mostly, but definitely not pretty. ]
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