Want

It's strange because in that moment, it was not just rage; it was a kind of gnawing hunger, a terrible and consuming yearning. The lights of their sabers illuminate Rey's fierce, terrified (lovely) features, and Kylo Ren knows he has found his equal.

And it infuriates him.

And it beguiles him.

Yes, he is seething and erupting, but he is also wanting. He can't think of anything he has wanted more, can't think of anything that has made him feel more empty than the scavenger girl trying to beat him back.

Which is why it is with calm, with sincerity and not rage, that he tells her that he can teach her the ways of the force; that she needs him. Her eyes, amber in the sparking purple light their saber's make, are incredulous and defiant, and the gaping maw inside him widens.

His words spur her into action, and soon he is in the snow, his face burning in terrific pain, and the girl standing over him, too terrified to feel truly triumphant. He watches her run, to find her fallen companion, to return to the Resistance. To leave him there.

He should feel only rage. But watching her back disappear into the dark forest, something like warmth, like affection (but mostly need) courses through him, filling that wide chasm.

He should feel rage. But with her, he does not.

Short, I know. I'm not a die hard fan of Star Wars, but I have seen all the movies and know a bit about the expanded universe so if I continue to put up one shots, bear with me; it may not be completely accurate at times. I just needed to get my feelings for the hopeful ship out, and it will likely be nurtured as more of you lovely Reylo fans write more fics about them. Here's hoping Abrams doesn't go the easy route, and that Rey and Ren are not related.

Happy Holidays.