Ren Waugh-Solo (behindthemask) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2017-12-06 20:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, kylo ren / ben solo, padme amidala |
log; Kylo Ren & Padmé Amidala
Who: Padmé Amidala & Kylo Ren
When: Earlier this week
Where: The Solo apartments
What: Kylo requests some expertise from his Grandmother
Rating: F for FLUFF
Status: COMPLETE.
Not being able to sleep wasn't the strangest thing for Kylo Ren. When he'd been a young boy he'd frequently had dreams, and woken up with nightmares. When he was really young, he'd cried for his parents during those times, but somewhere along the way he'd learned to stop crying. Maybe it was the fact that he could feel, even if he was wondering if Leia and Han had ever meant for him to be able to do so, the fear that would creep into his parents when he had them, and would explain what they had been. He supposed in retrospect that fear made sense, more than it ever had at the time. It had done none of them any good, but it did make sense, he supposed. This morning Kylo had woken up before dawn, and finally crawled out of bed, pulling on a dark robe, and padding to the kitchen to start coffee. He knew his grandmother would be out of bed soon, and he might as well have the coffee made for her. It had become a sort of routine, even though he usually left for work shortly after, but she would have coffee before he left, and sometimes they would have some conversation, and this morning he had something to ask her that he hoped she'd be able to help him with. He didn't know that it was necessary, exactly, but after he'd talked to Eliot, he kind of wanted to follow-up. Surprise him, maybe. So he reached for a couple of mugs, and poured one for himself before running the other under hot water to warm it up while he waited. When she woke up most mornings, Padmé was still reaching for the other side of the bed, her hand resting in a spot that was always cold, and would always be cold. As her eyes opened and she focused on the far wall, the sadness that always seemed to be there tightened into a ball in her stomach, then released slowly. It seemed a little less today, and she hoped that one day it would be gone entirely. Biting back a sigh, she rolled over onto her other side and reached out to flick off her alarm just as it was about to go off. For a few minutes, she stayed where she was, studying the numbers on the clock as they slowly changed, and finally - she sat up. There was still a certain sense of vertigo felt at the fact that she wasn’t in her own apartment, but she was starting to get used to it - and in fact she had begun to wonder if maybe she should move back. If Kylo left, she would, Padmé had decided - it was just a matter of time. Sliding out of bed, she picked up her robe and pulled it on, tying the belt securely and heading for the bathroom. Once her morning routine was done, she made her way out and to the kitchen, and smiled when she saw her grandson in his usual place. “Good morning,” she said softly as she stepped in, pushing her hair back as she hoped they’d have a few minutes more than usual to talk. While she knew that Kylo had his own very dark past, he was still her family - her blood - and she honestly did enjoy getting to know him and spending time with him, nearly as much as she did with Luke and Leia. “Did you sleep well?” "Yeah," Kylo offered back, reaching for the empty mug and filling it full of the coffee and then handing it over to her. "Let me know what you think of that - it's a new roast we just got at the shop and I haven't decided if I like it yet or not." While he hadn't really admitted it out loud, he was grateful for Padmé's presence in the apartment. While it had been awkward living there with his parents and he felt as if he'd spent most of his time just trying to stay out of their way, when he'd moved to the Cottage to give them privacy as newlyweds, it hadn't been with the intention of staying, but then he had. And in the process he'd become used to having people around. Walking into a kitchen and finding someone else there whether Eliot or Quentin or Petunia or later Margo had become not so much of a surprise. And while Padmé might not be four or five people, she was at least one person, and one that didn't seem to mind his presence, which was perhaps also an important part of that equation. And she was his grandmother, whom he'd known very little about, really. "Um, I have a question for you," he started in, not certain if he should allow for morning small talk before he started asking it, but fearing if he tried to let the conversation naturally move someplace it just wouldn't. "Do you know anything about formalwear?" He stopped, and frowned slightly. "No, that's a dumb question - Queen, um, Senator, obviously you know things about formalwear. I mean, here, like… Tumbleweed formalwear?" Padmé broke into a warm smile when he handed her the coffee and reached out to take the mug. She blew gently on the surface to cool it a little, then took a careful sip. Tilting her head as she processed the flavor, a minute later she nodded. “It’s - certainly different from what you’ve shared with me before. It has a sort of spice to it? I think I like it, actually. It reminds me of Tibran caf,” she mused, then looked up at her grandson again. “Let me know if it’ll be a regular addition to the menu?” Stepping over to the table to sit, as she normally did in order to enjoy her coffee in the morning, the Senator looked up when he continued on, and waited patiently for the question. She smiled a little, taking another sip as he clarified, then lowered her drink to nod. “I’ve been looking into it. I helped Meetra find a gown the other day. Would you like assistance in obtaining something proper to wear to the ball? You’re going?” Kylo smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it does have a bit of a spice. I don't think I've had Tibran caf before." Granted, while he'd been cooking for a while, he had not been a coffee expert, or even a caf expert before arriving here. And he still wasn't certain he was, except that in the midst of not having missions, or any sort of intellectual curiosity from the First Order or Supreme Leader Snoke something needed to occupy his time, and having that knowledge had provided a bit of a boost among the staff at the Espresso Pump. "I'll let you know," he added. "But yeah, I am, uh, with El, Eliot. We're going," he put his own mug down and looked over intently at his grandmother. "I could wear what I wore to the wedding I think. It'd be fine, and it's formal enough, but Eliot mentioned he had something new, and I wanted to…" he stopped and pushed his lips together, considering. "I just wanted to maybe surprise him a bit… He always looks so good." Which felt like a bit of an understatement. Eliot understood clothes in a way that Kylo simply didn't and certainly didn't in this world. He'd always pulled an aesthetic that was somewhere between what his Grandfather had worn as Vader, and something maybe even older than that, but this place didn't have the same aesthetic values on clothing in the first place, which made it difficult. "I don't know if you have time." Padmé wrapped both hands around her mug as she listened to Kylo, and smiled a bit. “Of course I have time - or at least, for you? I’ll make the time,” she insisted. Her main concern when it came to any of her, well, progeny - Leia, Luke, and their children - was that they were happy. And it seemed to her that Kylo was pretty happy with Eliot, and she was glad that he was able to have that happiness. Her descendants were her primary focus now, no matter what. “I’d be happy to help you with that, and I promise not to leave you looking ridiculous by insisting you wear something that would be out of place here” Kylo reached a hand up to push a tendril of hair behind his ears and nodded, offering her a smile. "I didn't think you would. Least not purposefully anyway. But if you've helped others then…" He trailed off. If she'd helped others, then it'd be fine. She could help him. He reached for the mug of coffee he'd put down and took another sip from it. "A second opinion would be good, cause I'm not certain I'm good with picking things out yet." Almost as an addendum he added: "Thanks." “I helped Meetra, and Luke. And they will both be looking quite splendid, if I do say so myself.” There was no smugness, but there was a small bit of pride in her skills - after all, dressing properly for important events was something she’d learned to dealt with a long time ago, no matter what planet she was on. “Do you already have something in mind?’ "Not really," Kylo shook his head. "Just black, I suppose." Although… he paused his mind turning over the time he'd gone shopping with Eliot for his parents wedding. He'd ended up with a burgundy shirt, and he'd been able to tell that Eliot liked the color. He took a sip of the coffee from the mug, and looked up. "Maybe a bit of color," he added, looking up tentatively. "I had burgundy at the wedding, and I think El liked that." “I think that color worked on you then, and it would do now, as well,” she replied with a smile. Lifting her mug again, she sipped some more coffee, then glanced at the clock, before returning her eyes to Kylo. “We can go after work today, and see what we can find for you. Can you meet me by the town hall? At four-thirty? I should be finished by then.” Generally, she stayed at work until five or later, but she was more than willing to take off early for her grandson. Kylo nodded, a smile playing at his lips as he realized that he'd survived the asking for assistance on the thing. Could he have figured it out on his own - maybe. But despite having spent rather a few months now admiring Eliot's style, Kylo still wasn't certain he could do Tumbleweed without sticking out completely, and having someone to help him with it seemed a lot easier. "I can do that yeah, thanks," his words were offered with a rush of relief that was likely obvious. "I'll see you later then. I should get dressed for work, but there's - if you want more of the coffee there's more of it. So." |