[ There is a certain attitude among kindred spirits. A grief that hangs heavy in the air, that makes you know without knowing, hear without saying, that you have occupied the same space in the universe as someone. Carol feels it every time she looks at Kylo Ren. She cannot put her finger on it until she sees him fight.
He was a weapon too. Someone else had owned him once, and now he is unchained. He burns like only someone who's been shackled can burn.
Later, after the fight, they are at a sports bar. One that Morningstar agents often frequent, one that has no real name. It's just a place people go. She's drinking whiskey, sitting across from him, and she asks what she knows she should never, ever ask: ]
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ML AU? ML AU.
Date: 2019-04-07 10:45 pm (UTC)He was a weapon too. Someone else had owned him once, and now he is unchained. He burns like only someone who's been shackled can burn.
Later, after the fight, they are at a sports bar. One that Morningstar agents often frequent, one that has no real name. It's just a place people go. She's drinking whiskey, sitting across from him, and she asks what she knows she should never, ever ask: ]
Who were they?