Kylo Ren sat there, his cheek bisected by an angry red line—the wound she had branded him with in the snows of Starkiller Base. Its upper reaches were still stitched shut with sutures. Terrified, Rey fumbled for the blaster she carried in her holster, raised it, and fired. She thought she saw Kylo flinch as the blaster spat energy in his direction, the noise startlingly loud in the confines of the stone hut.
But he wasn’t there.
I made a kylo blog I was going to start posting in, but then decided it was pointless and trashed it. Like idc. Just take this blog. I don’t use it for anything else anyways. Just letting you know, so you can unfollow if want anything other than Star Wars fangirl shit-posting