MOVING

vanilla

  oh  heart  of  ice  and  mind  of  gold,  what  am  I  to  do  with  you?  you  are  only  good  in  small  amounts,  bittersweet  fledgling,  you  are  hard  for  most  to  swallow.  your  spirit  is  strong,  your  wit  is  potent,  your  biting  essence  drives  even  the  most  daring  away.  but  why  are  you  hiding  your  sweetness?  I  know  within  you,  you  are  soft,  but  humanity  has  made  you  bitter.  you  mask  your  pain  and  sorrow  with  spite  and  sensibility.  you  say  you  do  not  care  about  trivial  things,  but  don't  you?  sweetheart  relax.  you  can  let  down  your  drawbridge,  the  waters  are  not  poisoned.  I  know  you  have  looked  monsters  in  between  the  eyes  and  scoffed  at  them,  but  please,  relax.  you  think  your  armor  protects  you  but  it  is  smothering  you  slowly.  little  owlet,  when  will  you  learn,  words  can  only  get  you  so  far?  feelings  are  what  makes  this  world  pulse.  do  not  suppress  your  feelings.  your  heart  can  still  thaw  my  dear.  trust.

Death Star Officer: I don't think Director Krennic will approve-

Armitage: Director Krennic is my dad, bitch.

He’s not in his crisp uniform but instead wears a robe, black and composed of sharp lines and pleats. For all that the entire point of a robe is to appear casual and comfortable, Armitage Hux has a way of turning anything into a uniform, any interaction into a judgment. p. 273

Armitage drapes himself across a low, ice-blue sofa but doesn’t invite Cardinal to sit. p. 274

Armitage almost looks surprised, but he’s too well bred for that. p. 274

Armitage sits forward, one eyebrow cocked. “What about Phasma?” p. 275

Armitage smiles, a slinky thing that suggests he smells a lie. p. 274

Armitage smirks and leans into the cushions, one long arm draped over the back of the sofa. “Then how, pray tell, is this my problem? p. 275

“Of course I knew. I always know. I know everything. Now the question is this: What else do you know, and what do you think you’re going to do with that information?” p. 276

Armitage sits back down, a smug smile on his face. “Good.” p. 276

Good. Because if you attempt to speak to anyone else about this matter, I can make you disappear, too. The thing is, you’re a good man. A good soldier who does his duty, who follows orders. We need men like you in the First Order. I need men like you on my side. So the next question would be…are you on my side?” p. 276

Armitage sits back into his couch and smiles beatifically. p. 276

@acharnemcnt · | summer vacation

“I gotta say, you’re the last person I imagined ever going on a vacation. Is it the ship or the booze?”

    An  inquisitive  gaze  rises  with  the  lift  of  fiery  lashes.  Drifting  from  the  contents  of  a  particularly  thrilling  novella,  jade  eyes  shift  to  rest  upon  those  of  his  unexpected  guest.    ❛  Who  said  this  was  a  vacation?  ❜    One  well  groomed  brow  arches  as  the  rim  of  his  glass  brushes  smirking  lips.    ❛  Perhaps  I  am  working.  ❜    Hux  muses.  Iridescent  liquid  swirls  within  the  wide  rimmed  glass  with  every  flick  of  his  wrist.    ❛  Or  perhaps  ...I  am  merely  a  decoy  for  some  larger  scheme  at  play.  ❜