#blightinnocence

kylo had fucked up. really, truly, and ROYALLY fucked up this time. how this girl had managed to destroy the starkiller base with just a defected soldier and a large wookie, he had ZERO CLUE. well, han was there too, but he often had underestimated his father’s intelligence. maybe it WAS his doing. his silenced thoughts of the deceased man with a HISS of his helmet coming off, setting the metal beside himself just in time to see a familiar pair of boots move slowly towards him. hux. he knew it would only get worse from here– he’d have to deal with the general AND snoke. surprisingly enough, kylo had never been okay with FAILING. his head hung low, nearly between his knees before  firm gloved fingers had his jaw in hand, forcing his head up.

                                [ look me in the eye. now. ]

the general’s voice sounded deathly close to a hiss, and if kylo wasn’t so good at steeling his emotions, he would have started CRYING before the other. he was sure of it. exhausted brown eyes flicked upwards to meet hux’s gaze, and for the first time in a long time, fear laced within them. armitage was PISSED, clearly. the younger’s face ached with the wound slashed across it as he could feel it pulsing- trying to heal itself from under the surface. if only he had his mother– she could use the force to heal him and maybe he wouldn’t feel so shitty.

                                                   “i’m sorry.”

that would never be good enough for the other but he had nothing else to say. the strong hand on his jaw and the angry eyes— NO, it was the dull throbbing of pain earthing under his skin that was making it difficult to think. the general would never make him feel at a loss for words. he felt close to INSANITY that he would even think something like that. his eyes dropped down to those BOOTS again to focus himself on his words. he knew the general was not in any way, shape or form a remorseful or pitying man, but maybe the sight of his sawed open flesh would let him off the hook at least for NOW.

                           “if you were to be so kind and let go of me                              so i can go to the MEDBAY. please, general.”

  “You’re sorry.”

The echo swam in venom, only working to affirm Kylo Ren’s assumptions about how seriously Hux had taken the apology. He could see that the Knight was tired, but he had no pity for him. Exhaustion had already eaten away at his own, slackening those proud shoulders- and perhaps dampening his better judgement.

“Can you even begin to understand what your personal agenda has cost us?” He now spat that venom as a burst of words, and for once it was his anger that spilled over into rage. Blood, dried, flecked off against his glove as he tightened his grip on Ren’s jaw, pulling his face closer. “The time, the resources- we had them cornered and your thoughtless decisions robbed us of the chance to wipe out the Resistance for good!”

“i suppose i could say thank you, but i’d rather stay indifferent too.” pause. “are you secretly a droid? you are FAR too stiff all the time to be a real person, general.” he’s sleep deprived and not thinking about his words. (he’s got diarrhea of the mouth when exhausted.) tired eyes LIFT to meet the brighter hues, genuine curiosity filling them. now that he’s thinking about it, it definitely seems like a REAL possibility.

In Hux’s opinion, that boy should have kept his face behind a mask. Kylo Ren didn’t know how to control the twist of his lips or the twitch of his eye, and it was these things that inevitably betrayed him. There had been a large amount of intimidation in a faceless presence that could sense your intentions, not that Hux would have ever admitted to the notion.

What a waste.

All of this rose to the surface of his thoughts as Ren looked at him like that. The General finished pouring himself a glass of amber liquor, not bothering to offer any to the newly anointed Supreme Leader. 

@blightinnocence

They couldn’t make this easy for her.

She spent the entire night before fixing up a droid she found in the basement to help her with the housework and the general blew it to bits. Now, she was back to doing the cleaning, cooking, gardening, and shopping by herself. 

That included getting the damaged droid out of the house. Once she was able to dispose of the small fragments that chipped off, Rey dragged the rest of the droid outside to the back. While the door was open, the generals cat, Millicent, sped off down the road.

If anything happened to the cat, the General would take his anger out on her. So, Rey sprinted off towards the woods where the cat had zipped off to.

“Millicent!” She yelled out. “Get back here, you damn cat!”

The feline had been nothing but a nuisance since she was brought to Hux Manor. Both she and the General. They made life for Rey, and the porgs, a figurative and literal mess.

Rey was able to keep up with the cat for a minute. Once she swore she was getting close, Millicent turned towards a tree and started to climb.

She let out a sigh and crossed her arms.

“Oh, so you think I don’t know how to climb a tree?” Rey spat. “Well, I got news for you. I climbed these all the time.” She started making her way up the dense plant. “You really crossed the line with me now.” Rey had gotten close. Millicent hissed and clawed at her before advancing further up.

“That’s it!” Rey snapped. She was already frustrated before. Her temper was short. “When I catch you, I’m going to skin you, cook you, feed you to the general, and when he says, ‘This is amazing, what is it?’, I’m gonna say, ‘The only pussy you’re ever going to get’!”

Rey reached closer to the cat, ready to snatch her, when the ginger feline decided to leap off the tree and run back to the house.

She should have known that would happen. And now, Rey had to get herself down. With how high she reached, she could see more than her house.

The branch she had been gripping with her hand had snapped like a bone, sending Rey plummeting towards the ground. 

“ ‘Garage Glamorous’ --”