Kylo|Ben/Poe Dameron Prompt-a-Thon
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kp_promptathon THE PROMPT-A-THON IS: REMAINING OPEN
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Prompt: Romance Genre
Date: 2016-10-06 10:24 pm (UTC)Artists: Romance novel illustrations?? OR COVERS. (You can do a goofy one but I want an amazing one like with GAZING DEEPLY into each other's eyes or in dumb cravats or....kissing near a sunset or idk something AMAZING.)
FILL: Not For Love Or Money [1/?]
Date: 2016-10-17 09:26 pm (UTC)-
Poe is grateful for the opportunity to catch up with Snap, the horrors and constant stress of the ongoing war for once far away, but it isn't enough to hold his attention when the crowd parts and he sees across the room. It's just in time to see a glimpse of the Duke's face before he disappears through the outer doors, escaping into the dark outside. It's been three days, but Poe's heart clenches in his breast as the memories resurface at the sight of him. Perhaps it is too much to hope Ren isn't still angry.
"Commander, is all well?" Wexley asks, craning his head in the direction Poe had looked.
"Ah, my apologies," Poe says, shaking himself free of his sudden stupor. "I believe I caught sight of someone I have been meaning to speak with. I trust you won't find me rude for begging off, Lieutenant?"
"Rude, sir?" he laughs. "Everyone would take me for a liar."
They part ways as amiably as Poe can manage while simultaneously disguising his hurry. It's only luck that allows him to gracefully dodge at least two other acquaintances that attempt to catch his eye before he makes it to the wide open doors that lead out onto the terrace overlooking the gardens. Light spills from the windows. There's a handful of partygoers out, taking what relief they can from the staleness indoors in the unseasonably warm evening air. None of them are the Duke of Ren.
Poe passes them by, descending the steps into the growing dark. There's still enough twilight to see by, though it will fade fast until the waxing moon fixes its place more firmly in the sky. He walks quickly, keeping his eyes sharp as he steps further into Lady Kanata's opulent gardens. The sounds of the party behind him wanes as he turns down a hedge-lined path, the foliage obstructing his view back to the house. He can imagine with great ease that, while largely abandoned now, the popularity of this part of the grounds will only increase as the night deepens.
"Where on earth did he go?" Poe breathes, casting about as the path before him branches into three different options. He looks skyward, as if the answer might descend on high. Instead, the moment of quiet allows the faint breeze to carry the sound of a cracking branch to reach his ears, followed by whisper of unintelligible conversation. Poe doesn't recognize the voice, but he takes his chances and takes the paved trail to his left.
He finds Ren. He does not find him alone.
Poe falls back several steps, letting the bushes conceal his presence as suspicion rears its head. Even after his conversation with the Dowager Duchess, his thoughts on Ren had been dominated by their stolen moments in the carriage – the heat of his hands through Poe's clothes, the bear of Ren's teeth on his neck – and the way his expression had crumbled from hurt into anger in the face of Poe's rejection. Now his true mission remembers its precedence.
"Do you conduct all of your business with such tardiness, Ren?" the stanger the Duke stands beside inquires, snide condescension dripping from his words.
"I wouldn't go so far to legitimatize these ongoings as 'business,'" Ren responds, and even from a distance Poe can recognize the disdain in his low voice. Poe cranes his neck as far as he dares, hoping the deepening shadows will conceal him. Ren's back is to him, wide shoulders mostly concealing his companion from view. All Poe can make out is the upper half of the man's face, eyes narrowed beneath a shock of ginger hair. His immediate impression is not a kind one.
"What grounds do you think you have to lecture me on legitimacy, My Lord Duke," he retorts, sarcasm palpable. Poe's neck prickles with unease in a way he wholly cannot help. Whatever could that mean? Nor is the surge of resentment at the man's rudeness easily stymied; rather, he wonders at Ren's tolerance of it.
Ren only scoffs dismissively. "I have considerably more ground on which to do so than you," he says. "Let us be done with this. I brought what is required of me."
...[tbc]...
Re: FILL: Not For Love Or Money [1/?]
Date: 2016-10-18 04:34 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Not For Love Or Money [1/?]
Date: 2016-11-17 05:07 am (UTC)