It turns out that the life of a supreme leader of a galaxy is not quite as interesting as you thought it might be. You were bored out of your mind, and your feet hurt after following the dark lord around the ship all day, attending all sorts of different meetings. There was a lot of him telling people what to do, threatening others, and having a few anger episodes along the way, and you had to sit through all of it. But as much as you hated to admit it, you did admire the way that he was calm about resolving solutions to problems. There was a lot of information that he had to listen to in a day, and a lot of issues to deal with. As long as everyone did as he instructed, and did not contradict him, he was surprising level headed, and emotionless: providing logical solutions and perspectives. Hell, if you had to deal with everything that he did in a day, you would probably make someone sing you to sleep too. You didn't dare complain about your aching feet, but you were beginning to wonder if he would chop off your head with his saber if you asked him to slow down a bit as he walked.
"Poor little princess's feet are hurting!" The supreme leader mocks as he reads your thoughts, turning his steel covered head toward you.
You roll your eyes.
"Well I don't exactly get out much these days." You mutter under your breath, thinking about the days this week that you have been locked in his quarters, with nothing better to do than snoop and lay around.
"I'm sure you'll be elated to know that that was the last meeting." You say nothing, but breathe a silent sigh of relief, ready to go back and collapse on the couch that is now your bed in his quarters. You walk past a small group of stormtroopers off duty that look your direction. You nod to them and continue to walk, about to yawn, wondering if it would be too much to ask your captor if you could take a bath in his huge marble bathtub to soak your feet-You hear a gasp behind you, and turn.
"Watch. Your. Thoughts." Comes the impossibly low growl of the commander as he holds one of the stormtroopers in yet another force hold.
"I'm s-" the trooper gags and chokes on his words. "Sorry!"
Kylo Ren let's him drop to the ground, places his gloved hand on your shoulder, and without a word, leads you quickly away. Confused, you turn your head to look at him as you walk, prompting him to say something.
"You. Are nothing but trouble" he snarls without looking at you.
"What??" You cross your arms, and set your jaw. "I did absolutely nothing!" You yell in frustration.
"Do not talk back to me" he warns, continuing his long strides, refusing to look at you.
"No!" You go on, exasperated. "It's ridiculous that you keep blaming me for things that aren't my fault! I don't even know what just happened back there! You're the one forcing your way into people's thoughts all the time!" You rant, not caring if it's attracting the attention of late night bystanders . "Maybe you wouldn't be so angry all the time if you just kept out of peoples private thoughts!"
The dark lord stops walking, and pivots to turn to you, stepping menacingly closer.
"If you don't shut your mouth right now, little girl, I will squeeze your throat so hard that you will never be able to speak again." He all but whispers. You stand your ground. Looking up at him bravely. "Considering the fact that the only reason I'm here has to do with my vocal chords, I would think that would cause more issues for you than for myself, supreme leader." You retort, trying to hide your smug smirk.
Silence. He doesn't move. Just towers over you, looking down on you with that cold metal steel helmet. You swallow, beginning to rethink your words. You begin to wring your hands. You can almost see the waves of rage that radiate off of him.
"I-look..." you stutter, "I'm sorr-" you aren't able to finish your sentence before Kylo Ren lunges for you, grabbing your shins, and lifting you easily over his shoulder. You are stricken by shock the first couple seconds, realizing that you are dangling over the shoulder of the supreme leader, held by your lower legs, head hanging over his upper back. Then your own rage sets in. You grit your teeth and scream.
"Let me go!!! Put me down!!" You pound your fists on his back over and over, disgusted, enraged, absolutely livid. "Ugh!!! Put me down RIGHT now!!" You command, trying to kick your legs, but they are locked together with his iron grip. The fact that he ignores your demands upsets you even more. Fear and anger continue to claw at your chest, but you realize it's no use to waste your voice, or energy. You make sure to throw in a punch to his back every once in awhile, until you conclude that it's probably hurting your hend more than his back. As he walks quickly, you feel more blood rushing to your head, and try to lift it a little, embarrassed as you look up to see several storm troopers witnessing you being carried fireman style over the supreme leaders shoulder. You wonder what punishment awaits you. He's probably heading to toss you off the side of the ship right now. As you hang there, you breathe in the scent of his robes. Your are surprised to find that the smell is quite pleasant. Manly and musky for sure, but also of pinewood and embers, and something else you can't place. You can now see that he is headed back to his quarters. You relax a bit, knowing that whatever he has in mind won't be pleasant, but at least he doesn't plan on tossing you into space. Unease sets in as you get closer to his quarters, wondering what awful
fate awaits you when you arrive there.
