Ronan's fear feels tangible. Heavy as the invisible, nonsensical weight pinning him down, keeping even his eyelids from opening. Kylo hates it.
He hates it because this copy of Ronan is right to be afraid. They're trapped, now, in an endlessly reflecting loop of suffering— because he isn't an unwanted dream. He's a forbidden one. Nothing good can come of this.
He hates it too because even though he knows, even though he can see the danger, he can't turn away. He can't stop aching to release Ronan from his fears, he can't stop wanting to pull him into his arms. He can't stop wanting to tell this lie that he's the truth.
Slowly, inevitably, the weight of his dreaming releases him— but the weight of Ronan's terror remains. Kylo sucks in a shuddering breath and loops his arm around the dreamthing's body, dragging him closer. His heart races.
"Stop that," he demands. Pleads. It's hard to tell. His voice is thick and slow, and he doesn't dare look, yet. "Stop it."
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He hates it because this copy of Ronan is right to be afraid. They're trapped, now, in an endlessly reflecting loop of suffering— because he isn't an unwanted dream. He's a forbidden one. Nothing good can come of this.
He hates it too because even though he knows, even though he can see the danger, he can't turn away. He can't stop aching to release Ronan from his fears, he can't stop wanting to pull him into his arms.
He can't stop wanting to tell this lie that he's the truth.
Slowly, inevitably, the weight of his dreaming releases him— but the weight of Ronan's terror remains. Kylo sucks in a shuddering breath and loops his arm around the dreamthing's body, dragging him closer. His heart races.
"Stop that," he demands. Pleads. It's hard to tell. His voice is thick and slow, and he doesn't dare look, yet. "Stop it."