#kylorensithlord

          { ♚ } He only stared back - cobalt irises, hard as stone, silent and frigid. Without words, they spoke of endless winters and pitch black nights: ice and famine, frostbitten fingertips.

          Despite the malice lacing the other man’s tone, Hux never once reached for the weapons holstered at his hips. There was no true sign of danger, after all. Nobody was sitting at that table who wasn’t meant to be there. Surely, the others knew as much. 

          ...If he was wrong, however? If they deemed him a threat and gunned him down on the spot? ...Well, Hux couldn’t truly claim that he cared one way or another.

❂ >>> IT’S STRANGE; AS completely && utterly in despair as General Hux feels, he also feels completely numb. He’s SCARED, but he doesn’t feel scared. Starkiller’s destruction left him in a fit of utter hysteria. His entire life’s work, reduced to nothing but DUST in mere seconds. He had practically torn his quarters to SHREDS aboard the Finalizer. Throwing everything in his path against the wall && crying bloody murder at the top of his lungs. ( And cutting his flesh hand in the process. He was vaguely aware of the pain from said cut as he clenched his fists in his lap. )

But he was completely cried out. He planned to face his inevitable execution with as much dignity as he could muster up. Perhaps, if the Supreme Leader saw him as GRACEFUL in his defeat, he may be given a second chance. As slim as it was. ( And in case there was no second chance, he had already made arrangements with Phasma to look after Millicent for him. )

Hux’s lips curled downwards into a frown as he felt his hair smoothed back. Pain glazed eyes flickered towards the Knight; his gaze softened as he brought a trembling hand up to cup the Knight’s cheek. 

“S––––stop that, Ren,” he mumbled as he caught a falling tear with his thumb. 

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        { ♚ } Sunlight trickled through the lattice windows, warming their bed: an overflowing nest of blankets.  

        Seeking security, Hux cocooned himself in his sleep. While he hardly required the bulk of quilts for comfort any longer, old habits died hard. He found solace in Kylo’s arms, yes, but even after all those years, even with a crown on his head, Hux was, simply put, a blanket hog. 

❂ >>> HUX WOULD BE lying if he said he wasn’t freezing too. He had always been dreadfully susceptible to the cold--ever since he was young. Even in an area that was not very chilly at all could cause the ginger to shiver. He preferred to dress in layers for that reason.

He gazed after the Knight with amusement glimmering his eyes before he turned to stride behind him. ❝ You do not need my permission to do so. You could have gone back inside upon returning from your mission. I would have taken your report in there. ❞ Nevertheless, Hux paused in his walking a moment to send a quick memo to the medbay to notify them before he continued walking.

→ ♔ ;; SHIT--                   DESPITE THE SHOCK that he was currently in, Hux acted quickly, darting down to wrap his arms around the darker haired man’s shoulders when he stumbled to keep him from practically bashing his head on the counter. ❝ Kylo--! ❞ There’s a PANIC bubbling in his throat that he absolutely hated, but he could hardly help it.