AN: I would like to make it extremely clear that the original idea of this story is not mine. The original Fiction is written by the tumblr user; LittleCrazyMonday. I loved the idea SO much that I adapted it to veer a different direction in terms of story telling. All idea credits and writing style credits to LittleCrazyMonday! Broken into extremely short chapters
His owns words came to haunt his own dreams. They bite the nape of his neck like a desert beetle, desperate for traction. He can't remember the last thing she said to him. Kylo had no care for her fleeting pleas.
It had been weeks since their show down on Starkiller. Weeks since the failed interrogation, weeks since that sand-rat burned her hate into his face with his father's light saber. It was like a parasite, eating alive his very humanity. The darkest shadow covering any light left in his soul.
Occasionally, it became easy to swim against the tides; Other times, she would pull him down with her in the process.
The smallest tick of the clock hand, pulling him into the pool of darkness, cascading his dreams and mind into the folds of her dreams.
This wasn't his conciseness creating the vision of peril in front of his very eyes. It wasn't the skin that the rain assaulted. This was a place that he had never seen before. The below of the ocean cried out, thunder clapped through a storm filled sky.
Surely, taking a glance down at his hands, they were not his hands. Smaller, kissed by the sun, and stained from the long exposure of a relentless heat.
Stop this!
He was trapped in this form. A forced scream faded into the silence of the rain. He knew he was dreaming, but this felt… so real. A rocky shore below a small pair of feet, the rising panic in his gut was not his own. Kylo want to scream. He wanted to tear the scavenger limb from limb. His rage manifested into clawing at the body that was not his own.
He can do none of this. Lost in the land of dreams he rides through the dream trying to return to the comfort of his own mind. He didn't know when the relentless pain of this 'Memory' would subside.
His vision blurred by the rain, he could see a cliff, dropping into the oblivion of unknown. With one simple step he could end this, but this never happened, and with one last silent scream he was sucked into the darkness of her hold on his mind.
Kylo awoke in a cold sweat, staining the sheets of his cot. Red marks plotted themselves across his arms, drawing blood from clenched fists.
The machine hum of the medical bay returned in a wave of pure emotion. Small cleaning droids beeped and hummed along the cold floor. The small light from their machine bodies illuminated the floor, allowing him to see a half pooled reflection of himself.
Sitting up-right in his cot, he stared at the unfamiliar man looking back. It was this that drove him to the edge. He was done waiting. It was high time he ended all of it.
Rey was half expecting to see the scratches along her arm.
It was the stench of his presence that made her reel over her own thoughts. He reeked of death, and decay, something rotten. A sigh of relief escapes her heavy lungs, she grabs her knees hugging them close to her body.
Soft beams of sunlight shining through the littered cracks in her hut glinted onto her hair, reflecting pastel lights across the moss stone. The distant cry of the waves hitting Ach-To's shore lulled her senses to a slow.
Supposing a walk along the beach would be nice, Rey plotted her way down the steep, windy path, leading the the rocky sea-shore.
The odd peace of Luke's island was tainted by Rey's mere presence. Not her presence exactly, but her counter parts. His festering, rotting scent was something that chocked Rey's senses. It swallowed her whole, dragging her into shadows, inescapable.
The thick ocean air, pushed and flowed with the waves cascading along the black sand shore. Porg's chirping in the distance, the world at an odd peace. Maybe the eatable air of the ocean would drown away his stench but, for Rey, it was always a gamble to even try flushing him out.
Luke could feel her unsettling thought from a far mile away. He had always known, sensed, felt- whatever- He just knew that Rey felt the constant burden of Kylo's stench with her wherever she went. Desperate efforts to shield her mind from his had only come so far. His darkness was no match for her light.
Right now… Rey pushed it away from her thoughts, cauterizing the open wound in her mind that was Kylo Ren. Kicking away her boots she felt the sand and the cold water welcome her toes. Luke stood along the shore with her. He looked at peace. It was nice, a soft smile creased his stubbly face.
He looks in her direction, forcing Rey to smile in return. "Nightmares?"
Even Luke knew that Rey was fighting an uphill battle. Forced down by the shadow of darkness, her nights were plagued with the unfortunate infiltration of her mind by his rage.
"This one- it felt so real… I could feel his pain", she stopped herself from hugging her arm. "I'm trying everything Luke, EVERYTHING- yet… Nothing you have shown me works."
Luke pondered, sifting his fingers through his overgrown beard. "I believe that you have warranted yourself some time off".
Rey's face flushed red, feeling the energy of this place was holding her together, leaving here might destroy the only thing she has used to ground herself with. Even before her mind could protest her lips had already formed their own sentence.
"Will you come with?"
There was a slight glare of sympathy that flared across Luke's sky blue eyes. She could tell he wasn't coming. He had already chained himself to the island's heart and Rey had come to face reality- he wasn't going to come with her.
Luke already knew Rey had felt his bound conscience; "Tell Leia that- tell her- that I send my regards", Luke gently allowed his eyes to shut, taking in the energy that surrounded the two.
He smiled, Rey knew he was already exactly right where he needed to be.
AN: Prepare for a large burst of chapters for this (since I spent practically all night working on it). Any support is GREATLY appreciated!