the d is for dark side

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WHO: Rey, Ronan, Kylo
WHERE: Sanctum Aurorae
WHEN: The night new imPorts Arrive
WHAT: A "diplomatic" visit
WARNINGS: Probably various shades of NSFW. Alcohol, sexual content, violence.

For Ronan

Recently Rey had been testing the limits of her teleportation. Yes, always in the vicinity of Kylo but more and more she pushes it. How far is too far? There's something so... passionless about just porting directly into his bedroom really. She had been the one to yield and come to him, and he can likely already sense her presence, so she needs to have her fun wandering around his domain while he's made to wait.

The halls are largely empty, but Rey still stalks carefully in the darkness. She's traded the heels and her gala dress for light-soled boots a cloak drawn tightly around her to conceal her body with her hood up. Really she's dressed more for an assassination than a personal visit.

Despite being an outsider, she knows these halls well and finds her first stop quickly.

"Hello Ronan," she knocks on his door. "I brought you a gift."

Logically, she knows that there is really no point in bringing a god items that he can manifest himself, but she has a certain sort of affection for the Greywaren. Or as much as someone whose lost sight of almost everything except others' utility as a tool, to which Ronan was near infinite.

It's also the least she can do for the number of planes he's had to dream up to account for her theft.

For Kylo

When Rey decides Kylo has been made to wait long enough, she bids farewell to Ronan (and then maybe makes a few extra laps for good measure). Her entrance to the Supreme Leader's bedroom is much less formal, making her way in with no knock or announcement.

She swings her cloak over the back of a chaise before making herself comfortable in it rather unceremoniously. Rey's strategies at seduction have always had a rather unconventional start to them...

"I could have brought you to the White City," it's slightly more than an idle threat, but there is a reason she didn't.

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"You hold only a fraction of this world," her fingers squeeze lightly, experimentally. "Left alone only because other factions stupidly make themselves bigger thorns in our side."

And maybe a mind trick or two or four or ten when its come up individually from other parliamentarians.

"The White Tower is poised to end it," Dooku is already seeing to the beginning of it. Blink out each faction one by one. The Sanctum would not be spared, and she pushes her weight against his throat as if to demonstrate it.

"You'd let Stark seize the Porter?"

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If he were feeling particularly contrary, this is where he might tell Rey that Stark seizing anything hardly takes it out of his reach, does it?

But, judging by the light in her eyes and the thoughtful application of pressure she's toying with, Kylo rather suspects Rey herself has little intention of allowing the High Chancellor his moment. Interesting, but not exactly unexpected. Especially considering the company she keeps in the White Tower: Kylo remembers when he was Dooku's favourite potential path to power quite clearly.

"—might let him try," he replies in a shallow voice, words strangled beneath her grip in a way she may well find pleasing. "...let him annihilate himself..."

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Her hand releases his throat only to clutch his jaw and wrench him up to meet her.

"And let him take everything I've worked for with him?" His legacy would be rewritten as one of a madman, his Iron Legion, her technological eyes and ears thrown out. No, she needed to preserve everything she had carefully crafted. The assassination of the Chancellor would prove to be the perfect time to roll-out the entirety of the arsenal in the name of safety and security.

"He is fatigued but he isn't stupid," she can't guarantee he already hasn't gotten some whiff of her plans. "It will be him or I by the Synod's end."

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There is, apparently, only so much Kylo will let Rey get away with.

Moving with sudden power, he surges into her hold and pushes past it to force her to the the floor, trapping her there beneath his weight. Not that he expects to be able to hold her for long if she doesn't want to be held— the gesture is largely symbolic.

"Then it will be you," Kylo murmurs from above. "But only if that is really what you want. To play politics from the seat of an Empire set to crumble."

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Rey grunts in protest to the change in their position but her objections end there for now. She hooks her legs around his waist, locking at the ankles. Wherever he moves she will follow.

"And what has the power to knock the White Tower down?" She's taunting him, her fingers back to gently cupping his chin rather than acting like a vise around his throat. "There is no legitimate thread that could stand up against us."

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"You've been listening too closely to Dooku," Kylo warns softly, a deliberate contrast to the slow, promising roll of his hips as he leans into her. "Always looking at his enemies, never considering any weaknesses of his own..."

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Rey wrinkles her nose in apparent displeasure.

"I leave you ungagged and you choose to talk about Dooku right now?"

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His eyebrows raise, lips twisting in amusement.
"Oh, did you?" he asks lightly. "Ungagged. How merciful you are..."

Though maybe it's just that she has other plans for his mouth.

"But you did ask me a question. That's my answer. Did you need me to explain it?"

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Her mouth pulls into a tight line, amused. She can be merciful if he deserves it or she is feeling particularly generous. Neither is apparent as she rakes her hands through his hair considering his question.

"The White Tower has abundant defenses," it's a bit of a stalling technique as she wracks her own mind for what Kylo would consider their greatest weakness. A bit of a bluff, "Any exploitation, we're sure to discover them early..."

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Kylo watches her turn his prompt over, though his concentration absolutely wavers as she drags her fingers through his hair. Her nails running over his scalp have his eyes heavy-lidded and his speech just a little blurred at the edges.

"Ask me," he suggests, leaning in to her ear.

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She turns her head, nose bumping into his cheek. She tips her chin just enough to press her lips against his, brief and overly teasing while her fingers flex in his hair.

"Tell me," she pulls back only minutely to offer her request in a quiet but firm undertone.

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Kylo appears to consider— or perhaps he's simply savouring the way she's teasing him, enjoying the attention?

"The White Tower's weakness is its strength," he murmurs. "Why do I insist on staying up here to play in the snow, in my fraction of this world? Because holding more is dangerous. The planet can't sustain it. The larger your faction grows, the more inevitable its defeat."

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Rey laughs, an unpracticed but haughty noise. She lets it out, unrestrained, tipping her head back to rest on the floor while her shoulders shake with her amusement. There isn't much that could cause that reaction in her these days, but Kylo has apparently stumbled into one.

Their strength is their weakness. Ridiculous.

"You're afraid," her grin is near wicked as she looks back at him through her lashes and half-lidded eyes. "I come proposing an unstoppable alliance and you're too afraid to take it."

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"Do I feel afraid?"

It's true that he doesn't seem to be bleeding anything quite like fear into the Force. Frustration, certainly, and he's clearly annoyed at the accusation...

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No, he doesn't, that's true. But she can't quite put together why he wouldn't want this.

"You used to be insatiable," she murmurs, almost wistfully. "You're no good to me content."

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"Perhaps you haven't offered me anything worth taking," Kylo retorts. "I don't want the White Tower."

The Porter, perhaps. Rey herself, he'll never stop hungering for. But the politik and infighting of ruling the White Tower? The prospect is entirely unappealing even without the inevitable doom Kylo sees approaching it.

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"Then you will have nothing," she spits back, apparently supremely defensive of her empire. She throws her weight against him in an attempt to roll them again, a likely familiar scuffle. It's with her or against her, and she will not be so merciful if it came down to the White Tower and her power or the Sanctum and his.

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Either she gains the upper hand or Kylo gives it to her— it's impossible to say, when the both of them are more invested in the struggle itself than anything else. In either case, he's left flat on his back with Rey pressed down against him, furious and tangible. There's no doubt what all this is doing to Kylo now.

"Try it," he hisses, dark eyes glinting sharp with danger. "And you will lose everything."

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"I will take what is mine," though it's not clear if he's included in that. Her teeth practically knock into his as she smashes down into his, biting his lips and yanking at his hair.