Kylo was a dream come true. He's strong on the Force and yet, he's very malleable. A breeze to manipulate.
He's lucky that he got to Kylo first, had his grip tight on him before Snoke was able to move.
Kylo had been afraid, of the whispers on his head, he was desperate and isolated. Steering him to the right direction had been easy. The force is addicting, even the slightest caress of its fingertips makes him feel powerful.
He knew he had to keep the child.
"I'm sorry." He whispers on the child's lips, chaste and caring. "We shouldn't do this. It it’s not the way of the jedi."
He smiled when he felt the child's heart stammering against his palm. Eyes were on his lips and then back to his eyes. "So young." He whispers. "Won't your master be furious?"
"I... He.."
If anything, Brendol is sincere in wanting to keep the boy. So he was allowed to deliver the boy back to his master, wearing the mark of the first order. He got the desired reaction, because even if Brendol can live in half truths the Jedi would still know there's something ill about his intentions.
Something that the young child will not. He’d like to keep it that way.
Brendol wouldn’t touch the boy, even if he’s dying to do so. “So young.” He’d whisper, planting a kiss on his forehead. “So naive.”
If there’s a virtue he excels in, it’s patience. For Brendol knows what he will reap.
Also it may be easier to follow this on Ao3 instead. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5831014/
Re: Fill [2/?]
Kylo was a dream come true. He's strong on the Force and yet, he's very malleable. A breeze to manipulate.
He's lucky that he got to Kylo first, had his grip tight on him before Snoke was able to move.
Kylo had been afraid, of the whispers on his head, he was desperate and isolated. Steering him to the right direction had been easy. The force is addicting, even the slightest caress of its fingertips makes him feel powerful.
He knew he had to keep the child.
"I'm sorry." He whispers on the child's lips, chaste and caring. "We shouldn't do this. It it’s not the way of the jedi."
He smiled when he felt the child's heart stammering against his palm. Eyes were on his lips and then back to his eyes. "So young." He whispers. "Won't your master be furious?"
"I... He.."
If anything, Brendol is sincere in wanting to keep the boy. So he was allowed to deliver the boy back to his master, wearing the mark of the first order. He got the desired reaction, because even if Brendol can live in half truths the Jedi would still know there's something ill about his intentions.
Something that the young child will not. He’d like to keep it that way.
Brendol wouldn’t touch the boy, even if he’s dying to do so. “So young.” He’d whisper, planting a kiss on his forehead. “So naive.”
If there’s a virtue he excels in, it’s patience. For Brendol knows what he will reap.
Also it may be easier to follow this on Ao3 instead.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5831014/