Such Kylo Trash

Simple

"Sir?" A grunt. "Are you awake, Commander Ren?" A deep sigh. Movement coming from the bed. You were sitting up. The issue was that you had to use the bathroom, yet could not see a blasted thing, what with the blindfold and all. "Uhm... Can I take off the blindfold long enough to go to the bathroom?" It sounded as though he was pulling the covers over his head. You took this as a positive sign. Adjusting the blindfold so that you could move it onto your head like a hair band, you slipped into the bathroom. When you were done, you returned to your corner and replaced the blindfold.

The next time you awoke, it was morning. You knew this because the blindfold had been removed by someone. That someone was squatting down a mere foot away from you, staring at you from behind his helmet. He tilted his head to the side when you blinked open your eyes. You pressed closer to the wall, eyeing the crouching figure warily. How long had he been watching you sleep, you wondered. You slowly sat up, rubbing under your eyes with one hand.

"G-good morning, Sir."

Rather than respond to you immediately, the robed figure that was Kylo Ren stood. He did not turn his head away from you. You could feel his gaze on you the entire time, even as he shifted the slightest bit to the right, your left. "You talk in your sleep," he said dispassionately. You winced, muttering out the beginnings of an apology only to be cut off. "When I looked into your mind, you were dreaming that you were a tauntaun being cut open."

You distinctly remembered that dream. Despite being cut open by the man climbing inside of you to keep warm, you were aware of everything that was going on. Because, you see, you were a magical tauntaun that did not feel pain and could still talk after being sliced clean through. You held a rather morbid conversation with man in your dream while he was camped inside of your innards. It had not been a nightmare, though the tone may have suggested otherwise. You wondered exactly how much of your dream Kylo Ren had observed. Then began to ponder over the fact that he had been in your mind in the first place.

"Animal-shaped crackers," he said seconds before at last removing his gaze from you. He strode out of his quarters, and you were left to yourself. You reasoned that you should change your clothes, however decided it would be more time-efficient to first take care of some of your duties. Such as stripping the sheets from his bed.

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There were frosted or unfrosted animal-shaped crackers. You held either box in your hands, your stare switching from one to the next. Did he have a preference? With a shrug, you dumped a few of each into a bowl to take to Commander Ren's chambers. As you completed this task, you reflected on the visit you had had with the psychologist that morning. It had been an introductory meeting, wherein not much had been said. He wanted to establish trust it seemed. You only wanted to do your job. And maybe put a cot in the corner of Kylo Ren's room in case he ever decided to allow you to stay there again.

In the end, you settled for bringing in an extra pillow and blanket, as well as a mat you were able to tuck underneath his bed. He would not notice it unless he went looking, which suited you fine. You set the animal-shaped crackers on his bedside table along with some wine and a bottle of water. If he was going to drink so much, he needed to keep hydrated through better means as well.

The door to Commander Ren's quarters opened and closed. You chirped out a quick Hello, Sir while placing the finishing touches on his room. When you moved to leave, his arm caught you. You stopped immediately, looking up at him. "Stay." He gestured towards the animal-shaped crackers on his bedside table. "You can have the frosted ones."

I don't know how I feel about this, was one thought that flowed through your mind. The other was: Sweet! I love those!

Both those thoughts faded away when the man in front of you reached up and removed his helmet. His back was to you, and all you could see was hair. Really nice, well-kempt hair. Your jaw dropped a little. When he turned around it dropped even more. This was not how you had imagined Kylo Ren would look like without his helmet. You had imagined someone older-looking. Horribly scarred. Maybe deformed. Not this man before you. He eyed you as though you were strange, his brow furrowing and his lips pressing together.