|strong_enough (strong_enough) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2016-05-04 16:27:00
|Entry tags:||!open, kylo ren, kytana montrose, ~luke skywalker|
Who: Kylo Ren & Open
Where: The Hawk Cargo Bay
Though Kylo Ren had confided in his 'master' that he once, a long time ago, had a hobby he had not told it to anyone else. Not here. Not in years. Only once every blue moon did he even remember those days, mimicking his father's horrible fiddling or trying to find a bond with his deceased grandfather's spirit. This place had gotten to him, however, he was starting to crack along those hard edges and it was driving him mad. The last time he went into a public place a magical girl had infuriated him. Even in the Temple he did not find peace.
So he went away in hopes to find some solitude to sulk, to think, to focus.
After finding his way to the Hawk per instructions, Kylo Ren strode aboard with cautionary purpose. Finding the dusty, rusty old speeder wasn't incredibly difficult. Behind him he looked and decided to leave the likely, usually closed door open to allow fresh air into the space. It was, perhaps, his greatest mistake--save for having been there in the first place--for now just anyone could walk in on a whim wanting to see who was there. But it needed the island's air. It needed the freshness in the old space.
He found tools well enough and set them down nearby before finally disrobing from his layers upon layers of attire, leaving him in a black tank top and fitted pants over hard black shoes. Kylo Ren ran a hand through his hair, fingertips passing over the scar down the right side of his handsome face after in thought before he got down on the ground and began to pull the speeder apart. Within minutes he had smears of old, gritty grease on his hands and the backs of his forearms from reaching into the guts of the beast, but in that moment as he put all his mental energy into that task even one without the Force could tell, for once, he might be at peace.