Wright hand man

||The twenty-five year old Irish novelist.|| ||"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." ||

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“Um…yes I did Hux.” she nodded her head. “I hope you aren’t mad that I spent the night. It was late, and I just wanted to keep an eye on you since you were sleeping pretty heavily.” she replied as she handed him two Advil.

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Hux took the advil and swallowed them in one gulp, his eyebrow raising as he rolled his eyes. “I’m positive I would’ve been just fine if you had gone back to your dorm. I’ve been sleeping successfully for twenty-five years now, I don’t think I’ll forget how anytime soon.” 

He sighed as closed his eyes, the lighting in the kitchen only serving to worsen his headache. 

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Hux smiled fondly at the memories before shaking his head. “At times it felt like every star in the sky had spontaneously went supernova, at times it felt like the aftermath. But yes, it was nice. All in all.” 

He nodded along as he sat back down, settling himself in his seat. “Nice is a good way to put it. More things should be nice.” 

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Hux groaned loudly as he slumped into one of the bar chairs, his hands running over his face.

“You slept here? In my bed?” He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sure. Can you get me some Advil please?”

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“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” He quoted easily, the words rolling off his tongue as though he had been storing them for this exact moment. 

He shrugged. 

“I used to love it, I also used to love a girl as if she were the sun, but that was a long time ago.” 

He smiled as he handed the book the them, the corners of his eyes crinkling. 

“Of course. “

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@robin-archer

Hux groaned as he rolled over in his bed, the piercing sound of glass breaking as a whiskey bottle fell to the floor causing him to wince. He really couldn’t remember much of the night before but the pounding in his head told him that he had gotten more than a little carried away. 

He pushed himself up to sit as he wiped his eyes and yawned, his vision still blurry as he walked the familiar pathway to his kitchen when he saw the outline of another person cheerily dancing as they moved to and fro. 

“What are you doing here?” 

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* & | @huxley-wright !

           * & | ‘ UHM, excuse me, sir. do you - i mean, would you mind if i uhm, ’ huffing the lithe blonde pulled a face before taking a deep breath. ‘ could you help me reach a book? ’

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Hux looked up from his seat with a raised brow before nodding and rising from his seat silently. grabbing the book he passed it down to the blonde but kept a steady grip on it as he read the cover. 

“Anna Karenina, hmm? Interesting choice for leisure reading.” 

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Hux sighed as his expression turned from annoyance to completely unimpressed. He knew the girl was unlikely to take hi, or his work, very seriously but her natural charisma made it almost impossible for him to truly stay upset at her for long. 

He reached out to grab the book from her grasp, lightly dusting off the front cover as he looked it over. 

“The plot was always lacking a certain je n'ais se quoi. Perhaps this will be the true mark of its completion.” 

[lckispawn]

He’d been walking. Only walking. Nothing of importance. Really, he probably shouldn’t be working, not as jumpy as he is, but he didn’t take days off. Maybe today he should have. Because the slightest contact set him off, had him turning on his heel and slamming the suspected offender against the nearest wall, rage and fear overpowering any sort of reason, not even bothering to see who or what they were. “I don’t know how the fuck you think things work around here, but you don’t fucking touch me.” He seethed, teeth clenched hard, his eyes wide, fear just as evident as anger.

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Hux’s eyes flared with anger as he was slammed against the wall, his hands immediately moving to grab the collar of the collector’s shirt, pushing him far enough away to move but keeping him close enough that his fist connected with a satisfying crunch. 

“You should be a bit more careful who you snap at, lad.” 

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            she’s ANNOYED, not that that’s anything new. today’s big ISSUE is that no matter how bratty she is, she still hasn’t managed to provoke anyone into giving her a SPANKING. jesus. even rafe got one, and he’s got the attitude of a damn ANGEL compared to samantha. she doesn’t ask for MUCH in this life, okay ?? so now she’s scribbling in a library book with a red pen, scowling. most of the pages she’s gotten ahold of so far have words & doodles on them, but this one has a rather DETAILED drawing of…. a penis. she holds it up to show to the other. ‘ on a scale of 1-10, what do you think. ’

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“I think you just drew a penis on the only copy of my book in this place.” Hux raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. With the way the page she was holding up looked he doubted anyone would be reading his work again anytime soon. 

[padfootinblack]

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“Well, technically within these walls you’re pets. I don’t think you have any rights that would allow you to define yourself as a person, legally anyway.” Hux shrugged. 

“Besides, supporting sex trafficking is hardly the worst thing I could do with my wealth.” 

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“It’s not my looks that are the problem, lass.” Hux chuckled, a strange sadness coloring his tone. 

“Look, support is a harsh word. I like to think my money in particular goes to the abundance of art that lines the walls more than the production of drugs to kidnap the pets.” 

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Hux let his brother go, his hand dropping to tuck itself into the pocket of his jeans. “Chose whoever you’d like, lad. Still doesn’t mean that my blood doesn’t run through you. You can reject me all you want but you can’t change the truth.” 

Hux scoffed quietly as he shook his head. Seamus had become everything Hux feared and he knew that their relationship was broken, at times like this it felt as though it was broken beyond repair, but that’s the bed Hux had made himself and now he had to lay in it. 

“I’m visiting Ma next week. Your ticket is in your room, if you choose to use it or not is up to you, brother.” 

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Hux and Robin: A playlist

Bird|| Billie Marten

    “Nobody’s watching Drowning in words so sweet Mild is the water Caught as a bird once free.”

Minimum|| Charlie Cunningham

    “Keep on walking that line, the fine line Between a wrong and a right You get yours, I'm gonna get mine Is that what you signed for?”

Run wild|| Jon Bellion

    “Your heart's been dragged from left to right Your soul's in limbo To suffocate your open mind He closed the window.”

Sex|| The 1975

    “There's only minutes before I drop you off And all we seem to do it talk about sex.”

Where’s my love?|| Syml

    “Cold bones. Yeah, that’s my love She glides away, like a ghost.”

Waiting game|| Banks

    “I wish I was in love but I don't wanna cause any pain And if I'm feeling like I'm evil, we've got nothing to gain.”

You can be the boss|| Lana Del Rey

    “The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous.”

Girls|| The 1975

   "I know you're looking for salvation in the secular age But girl I'm not your savior"

Intertwined|| Dodie Clark

   “You create a rarity of my genuine smilesSo breathe Breathe with me Can you drink all my thoughts Cause I can't stand them.”

(No one knows me) Like the piano|| Sampha

   “No one knows me like the piano in my mother's home You would show me I have something, some people call a soul.”

Tightropes|| Robyn Sherwell

   “Walking tightropes You know it seems we were walking on air No gravity.”

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Drift|| Kim Janssen

   “Reeling bodies failing to discover The thing they once knew as love Raising their voices to convince one another”

I was a cloud|| Shearwater

   “my end was imminent steady your course now, sparrow but i remembered him fear for your home life, sparrow fear for your home life.”

Carousel #3|| Frederico Albanese

The wisp sings|| Winter Aid

   “let me sleep i am tired of my grief and i would like you to love me.”

Forest fires|| Axel Flóvent

   “You won’t go, you are not a runner So you won’t run away If you could follow your heart gently There wouldn’t be this mess Maybe someday, just someday you’ll find a way back”

I will not sing a hateful song|| Constantines 

   “We've become the outer order Live our lives along the border Get up in ease and face our other To name the sign you've been born under”

Sign of the times|| Harry Styles

   “We never learn We’ve been here before”

Everything unsaid|| Joshua Hyslop

   “Now all of these monstrosities Choices I have made Will not go away.”

Heirloom|| Sleeping at Last

   “You are so much more than your father’s son. You are so much more than what I’ve become.”

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I'd love to shove a red hot poker up your pretentious ass, whisk it around, then pull it out and feed it to you.

With that type of imagination I might have some competition on the NYT bestsellers list.