"What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know, goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt,"
He's still unconscious when I check on him again, the time after that too. His body is forcing him to heal, shutting him down. When Tilly comes back with Lofie and I can go back to my room I warn her of his mood, how unpredictable he is, before walking zombie like back to my room. I don't bother stripping, don't bother showering, I just flop face first into bed and go out like a light.
"Aren't you ever gonna get a hair cut?" Ben wrinkles his nose at me and I almost spit out the mouthful of dinner in my mouth. We're sitting in his mothers kitchen, the windows wide open letting in the sweet smell of the memorial flowers and soil under the immense heat.
"That's rich coming from you," I say, pointing my fork at his head and he smirks as I roll my eyes.
"You look like a scoundrel,"
"You think it's too long?" He runs his fingers through it, an almost self conscious gesture and I roll my eyes once more. Quite the opposite. Ever since he started to grow his hair, Ben has become more.... Interesting looking. Though its becoming a bit shaggy.
"Do not let your mother cut your hair again," I say and he laughs, putting a forkful of food in his mouth as we both think back to when we were kids and his mother gave him a literal bowl hair cut. I'd never laughed so much in all my life. I almost had a complete breakdown after my brain literally overloaded with jokes.
"Why don't you do it?"
"You want me to cut your hair?" I raise a brow, grinning and he shrugs.
"Why not?" Ah so he thinks I won't. A dangerous game to play young Mr Solo. I think about it for a moment. It can't be that hard, I've trimmed mums hair a good few times and it is only a trim not a big style change.
"You know what ok, you're on," I get up from my seat and his eyes widen, putting his hands up in surrender.
"Well maybe not right now,"
"No, no Ben you said I could cut your hair so thats what I'm going to do, I'm going to cut your hair," I grin and he groans, laughing and pushing a hand through his hair, something I know is a nervous tick, as I pull out the scissors from the drawer and dig around for a comb.
"I know there was one here... Ah!" I pull it out with relish and he rolls his eyes, smiling.
"You better not mess up my hair,"
"Just use the Force to grow it back," I say tilting his head back and he laughs heartily as I start combing through his thick almost black hair, in the right light you can see the shine of a bitter chocolate brown. Compliments those dark eyes of his. Black until you get close enough to look. I start to work, taking his hair between my fingers and trimming his hair. I bite my lip, concentrating hard, not wanting to ruin the hair I like so much when I spot his face. He's smiling, a content smile, his full lips curved up, his eyes closed. It makes me pause for a moment.
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Surrender
Fanfiction"The victor will always be the judge and the vanquished the accused," Rosaline. Even her name reminds him of the fields and summers growing up. Kylo Ren not Ben. Even his name isn't the same. But in war, who really is that same person they were? ...
