Who: The most unlikely of pairings: Regulus and Rey What: Universes crashing into each other, tossing characters about When: Now Rating/Warnings: There is a possibility for things to go high
Regulus didn’t fight them as the infuri dragged him down into the water. Corpse hands pulling him down but in every direction at once. So cold, so impossibly tight despite their decrepit condition, despite the slippery nature of water itself.
He could have let Kreacher help him.
But this wasn’t his fight anymore.
He didn’t want to fight anymore.
So he let go.
And he let the infuri bury him in water. Fill his throat and lungs, burning from the potion he’d so recently consumed, until he couldn’t breathe and the pain of not being able to breathe over-came the damage he’d done to himself with the potion, both physically and mentally, and the damage the infuri were doing now to the rest of his body.
He closed his eyes before the lack of oxygen could make his vision go black, knowing this would all be over soon.
But instead, he fell onto the floor of something hard and unfamiliar.
Water splashing off of him as he hit, or rather, arrived.
Opening his eyes did nothing to orient him. It just confirmed two things. First, that he was no longer underwater, while his lungs were still full of the stuff. Second, this was not over. Not even close. This had morphed into something else he could not comprehend.
Some prolonged form of suffering as he continued to drown and bleed out from various places on his body thanks to the work of the infuri. And oh, how the effects of the potion were still with him, roaring in his ears with taunts of his past failures and misdeeds, taunts only he could hear.
But he could do nothing to help himself. Not the water in his lungs because now his vision was surely going dark. Not the potion twisting his perception of reality.
He wasn’t even aware of someone dropping down beside him.
Rey had felt what could best be described as a disturbance emanating from the Ahch-To temple before she set foot inside. At first she thought it was just the usual strangeness she sometimes still felt from the cave below, which she avoided most of the time when she came here.
This trip was only supposed to be a pit stop; a place to gather her thoughts while she sorted through some of the artifacts she'd recovered from the wreckages of the other temples and placed them here for safekeeping. But she'd felt something strange enough to warrant investigation, and that is how she found herself dropping down into the cave to land just clear of the water next to a man who seemed to still be drowning even though he'd somehow made it to solid ground.
What the man was doing here to begin with was just going to have to wait until she stopped him from dying. There was a darkness surrounding him she couldn't identify, and that alone almost gave her pause -- but, well. She was a Jedi, and Jedi didn't just let people die in agony, even if they were Darksiders.
"Please don't make me regret this."
She placed a hand in the center of his chest and sent a mental command to the Force to drive the water from his lungs and set to work on stopping any bleeding that was particularly life-threatening. She had to be careful; giving too much meant she'd have to rest before either of them could leave, but she'd been working on finding that edge between efficient healing and overwhelming exhaustion for some months now and was reasonably confident she could buy him time to finish the rest of his healing aboveground.
While just moments before he'd opened himself to Fate, Regulus couldn't deny now how glorious air in his lungs felt and he sucked in deep breaths with abandon between boughts of gut clentching coughs.
With air filling his lungs, his sight stopped fraying and fading to blackness. But he wasn't any less confused when he could finally focus on his savior.
Nor was he prone to trust an act of healing. With or without context, because he wasn't prone to trusting as a default.
As soon as he could see Rey, he tried his best to scoot back and away, though it was a feable attempt.
"Who-?" he tried to ask, bt his firt attempt falthered before he could follow with a full question as he slipped back into coughing again. He ached, but was just aware enough to realized he didn't ache not nearly as much as he should be.
He tried again. "Who are you?" Still far from a perfect delivery.
She sits back on her heels once she's satisfied that he's breathing more or less okay, wanting neither to crowd him nor allow him an opening to harm her if this was some sort of trick. He really had been in trouble; she believes that much. But that didn't make him not an assassin, and since he'd appeared out of seemingly nowhere, it followed that he was at the least a powerful Force user.
Which was weird, because while he had a presence in the Force like any living being, there was something wildly unfamiliar about it that she couldn't pin down.
Fortunately, he seemed as wary of her as she was of him.
What? How had he gotten here? How had she? His mind was butting into impossibilities.
On first blinks, it appeared he was still in the Cyrstal Cave. He was resting on hard, cold stone, there was a kind of salty dampness in the air, and he could see walls...
But that's when his mind started wading though the haze of residual pain to make connections: the walls were far too close to where he and this Rey were located. The Crystal Cave was huge with an underground lake that required a boat to traverse.
He blinked again and looked from wall to wall, giving off the impression of a drowned, panicked rabbit. There was no longer an eerie quiet lake spread before him, just a hole in the floor of a cave that was too small.
He wanted nothing more than to put some distance between himself and Rey.
"How did I-?" He shook his head and his question turned accusatory, "How did you bring me here?"
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Chapter 1: A meeting
He could have let Kreacher help him.
But this wasn’t his fight anymore.
He didn’t want to fight anymore.
So he let go.
And he let the infuri bury him in water. Fill his throat and lungs, burning from the potion he’d so recently consumed, until he couldn’t breathe and the pain of not being able to breathe over-came the damage he’d done to himself with the potion, both physically and mentally, and the damage the infuri were doing now to the rest of his body.
He closed his eyes before the lack of oxygen could make his vision go black, knowing this would all be over soon.
But instead, he fell onto the floor of something hard and unfamiliar.
Water splashing off of him as he hit, or rather, arrived.
Opening his eyes did nothing to orient him. It just confirmed two things. First, that he was no longer underwater, while his lungs were still full of the stuff. Second, this was not over. Not even close. This had morphed into something else he could not comprehend.
Some prolonged form of suffering as he continued to drown and bleed out from various places on his body thanks to the work of the infuri. And oh, how the effects of the potion were still with him, roaring in his ears with taunts of his past failures and misdeeds, taunts only he could hear.
But he could do nothing to help himself. Not the water in his lungs because now his vision was surely going dark. Not the potion twisting his perception of reality.
He wasn’t even aware of someone dropping down beside him.
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This trip was only supposed to be a pit stop; a place to gather her thoughts while she sorted through some of the artifacts she'd recovered from the wreckages of the other temples and placed them here for safekeeping. But she'd felt something strange enough to warrant investigation, and that is how she found herself dropping down into the cave to land just clear of the water next to a man who seemed to still be drowning even though he'd somehow made it to solid ground.
What the man was doing here to begin with was just going to have to wait until she stopped him from dying. There was a darkness surrounding him she couldn't identify, and that alone almost gave her pause -- but, well. She was a Jedi, and Jedi didn't just let people die in agony, even if they were Darksiders.
"Please don't make me regret this."
She placed a hand in the center of his chest and sent a mental command to the Force to drive the water from his lungs and set to work on stopping any bleeding that was particularly life-threatening. She had to be careful; giving too much meant she'd have to rest before either of them could leave, but she'd been working on finding that edge between efficient healing and overwhelming exhaustion for some months now and was reasonably confident she could buy him time to finish the rest of his healing aboveground.
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With air filling his lungs, his sight stopped fraying and fading to blackness. But he wasn't any less confused when he could finally focus on his savior.
Nor was he prone to trust an act of healing. With or without context, because he wasn't prone to trusting as a default.
As soon as he could see Rey, he tried his best to scoot back and away, though it was a feable attempt.
"Who-?" he tried to ask, bt his firt attempt falthered before he could follow with a full question as he slipped back into coughing again. He ached, but was just aware enough to realized he didn't ache not nearly as much as he should be.
He tried again. "Who are you?" Still far from a perfect delivery.
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Which was weird, because while he had a presence in the Force like any living being, there was something wildly unfamiliar about it that she couldn't pin down.
Fortunately, he seemed as wary of her as she was of him.
"I'm Rey. Do you know how you got here?"
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On first blinks, it appeared he was still in the Cyrstal Cave. He was resting on hard, cold stone, there was a kind of salty dampness in the air, and he could see walls...
But that's when his mind started wading though the haze of residual pain to make connections: the walls were far too close to where he and this Rey were located. The Crystal Cave was huge with an underground lake that required a boat to traverse.
He blinked again and looked from wall to wall, giving off the impression of a drowned, panicked rabbit. There was no longer an eerie quiet lake spread before him, just a hole in the floor of a cave that was too small.
He wanted nothing more than to put some distance between himself and Rey.
"How did I-?" He shook his head and his question turned accusatory, "How did you bring me here?"