A Vulnerability Shared by Two @gloryforsaken
kylo has had a splitting headache for the past few hours. he knew what it was from, and there was nothing to be done. he rubs his temples at his desk, trying to lean on the force for support, which was dangerous. he hated desk work, but certainly wasn’t up to much more than filing out incident reports. finally, he decides to go pick a fight. what was more fun than irritating armitage hux?
he doesn’t expect to run into pryde when he’s on his way, and the old man has some very nasty things to say about armitage, and kylo finds himself rising to the other man’s defense. “pryde,” kylo says in a deadly whisper, “i suggest you take this conversation elsewhere unless you want to deal with me in full force,” kylo was trying to keep a lid on his anger, on his frustration with his damned brain. the only option for treatment for his condition, given it’s severity, was surgery and he’d deal with it when it was time (if anyone could ever get him to go under the knife). but it was not time now.
he should be at dinner, and he was sure there’d be questions. they loved to question him, everything from where he was if he missed breakfast to why he and hux had been spending time looking out the windows of Starkiller, hands nearly touching.
he finds hux in his office, looking exhausted, and kylo’s vision is getting more and more blurry by the hour. he’d meant to come off as intimidating and pissed off, but a pitiful sob tears from kylo’s throat. the pain is overwhelming, and all consuming. kylo had always hated this part of him, and he can’t help when he sits down opposite hux, and holds his head in his hands, and growls low in his throat. he’s so frustrated, won’t his brain ever leave him alone?
The last person Hux expected to see at his side, let alone in his office, was Kylo Ren, and he’s not happy about it. Not when he’s close to leaving for the safety of his quarters for the evening. He’s about to snipe at Kylo to leave him be and save his pestering for another day, but a second look at his face has the comment dying in his throat.
Kylo Ren, to put it simply, looked awful. He looked tired, haggard, and in pain. And on top of that, he was clutching his head in his hands. A migraine, then? Hux knows all too well the pain of migraines- his own cause him to have symptoms similar to strokes. This one looks different, but no less intense.
“Ren, what’s wrong?” he asks before he can stop himself- he originally wanted to tell him to see a med-droid, to go to sick bay and get treatment. Perhaps the medications that helped with migraines didn’t work on Force users?
“Come here, Ren. Tell me what’s wrong,” Hux all but ordered, reaching out a hand, his datapad temporarily forgotten.
