revivalproject | sand is coarse and irritating and it gets everywhere

WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: ocean planet
WHAT: sulking
WHEN: 29 July-3 August
WARNINGS: kylo ren

At least it wasn't a wasteland like Tatooine or Jakku. That's the only positive thing Ren has to say about this planet. It has a nice oceanfront and though the leather smells terrible and isn't even worth the effort, he's able to stock up on actual food (jerky, but better than nothing) and has time to be outside the confines of a ship or another wasteland of a planet.

He's on the beach (because, really, what other choice is there on an ocean planet) but he'd managed to obtain lighter clothing. It isn't black but the loose linen shirt and pants in muted blues and tan are better than anything else he saw on offer.

He tries to skip a shell along the edge of the waves the way his father used to do over lakes and rivers in Ord Mantell and fails miserably. He'd never been good at it, even with the Force, and his father had said using the Force was cheating anyway.

"Damn shells aren't flat enough," he mutters, rolling his eyes. "I need something smooth."

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The outfit makes Poe snort in amusement at his approach. It's a fair cry from the imposing figure Ren's worked so hard to present over the years, and makes his ridiculous size that much more apparent.

"I like this look on you," he notes, toeing at a nearby rock, keeping his distance, still wary. "Very imposing."

Ren groans under his breath and rolls his eyes. Of course he'd see Poe here while he's dressed like this. It's just that the damned planet had nothing to fit him.

"They have nothing I can wear. These were the closest I could manage. I didn't choose them."

Poe's ditched his jacket back on the ship, sleeves rolled up, enjoying the heat of the sun. He gives Ren a look that says he clear did choose them, ultimately.

"No, it's great. I think this should be your new look."

"I'll be back to black when we return to the ships," Ren says, rolling his eyes. There's no way he'd wear anything remotely resembling this in space. It's only a necessity on this hot beach.

"The only thing this place has going for it is that it isn't Jakku or Tatooine."

"Not a fan of sand?"

The playful banter is easy to fall back into, but Poe isn't quite as at ease as he might be pretending.

"...The last time you were here you tried to kill me," he notes finally, "Not that killing me would be out of character or anything, but...you don't seem as intent on doing that..."

"No point," Ren points out. "You'd keep living anyway. Besides, you're the only person here who knows who I am. If I kill you, then who am I? I'm no one."

He's never been just no one.

"With you here, I'm at least something, even if that something is diametrically opposed to what you are."

"Touching." Poe's look is sarcastic, but there's a deeper curiosity there. This Ren seems...different. He reminds Poe more of the boy he used to be, fleeting glimpses.

"I thought you were all about killing the past."

"The past is still dead," Ren says quickly. It's defensive, though, and it hasn't been defensive in a long time. Usually it's automatic but devoid of feeling and now it's just...angrier.

"But I have no one to remind me of that if you're not here so you have to stay alive."

The tone wasn't lost on Poe, and he arched a brow in a way that unconsciously mimicked Leia far more than he was aware.

"Have to?" he repeats with an edge of that teasing grin, fixing him with a pointed look at the implication of that. Had Ren gone from Hunter to Protector?

She hates this dumb planet. Water everywhere. And when she spots their pilot she intends to give him a piece of her mind, but bursts out laughing instead, holding her ribs and pointing.

"OH! Look at you! Ohhhhh- This is worth being stuck with the stupid water! Ha!"

Catra is on his ship and he knows her but not well. This is not how he'd choose to have met her and Ren rolls his eyes.

"None of the clothes here fit because I'm too tall. You wouldn't have that problem, would you?"

"No, but if I did I'd just put up with being hot rather than walk around like that," she counters, crossing her arms.

"Seriously, why'd you have to land us here? There was a whole other planet with basically no water."

"Because water was preferable over no water," Ren says evenly. He doesn't know what species this girl is but it isn't one that he knows from his own galaxy. Must be from some Outer Rim planet.

"When you've been on desert and ice planets, water can be a relief. The choice was intentional. Does your species not like water?"

She shrugs a shoulder. "I don't love it, no," she mutters, sidestepping the question about her species. She isn't all that sure about them if she's being honest.

"Different species like different things. There's the Mon Calamari and the Quarren - they both can only thrive with water. My mother knew a general from Mon Cala and he wasn't ever really happy with space. Nothing like his home planet."

This planet isn't his home planet but what, really, is his home planet? Ben Solo grew up in a variety of places from Chandrila all over the known worlds, wherever his mother needed to take him. His home is space more than anything else.

"My species can adapt to anything. But I don't like sand."

"Never heard of those places," she dismisses, like they don't matter if they're beyond her understanding, but she does look curious underneath the scorn.

"...You ever heard of a place called Etheria?"

Ren tries to remember all the systems he's been to and all the systems he's studied and one named Etheria doesn't come to mind. After a few moments, he shakes his head.

"It doesn't. Is it a desert planet, Etheria?"

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