#absoluteglory

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Continued from here.

absoluteglory

It’s more than Hux can stand, and he turns quickly, slipping out of Ren’s grasp. “How DARE you put your hands on me. I am your EMPEROR. The only one compromising me is YOU, with your constant games and ceaseless ego. If you put a hand on me again I’ll see to it that you follow your *family* tradition by REMOVING IT.” Hux is white with rage, the edge of his robes clasped tightly in his hands and pressed to his chest. “Remove yourself from my presence. You’re lucky I don’t demote you.”

Kylo isn’t touching him anymore, but as the emperor distances himself, the feeling of his gloved hand on the back of Hux’s neck shifts warmly around his throat. There, it tightens, Kylo’s hand raised in the air, his face as cold as a statue.

The air seems to tighten between them, heavier, the room feeling just a little bit smaller. A sense of dread, of impending danger. Danger, Kylo knows, lies comfortably in his hands.

Kylo’s fingers turn almost imperceptibly, but the act closes Hux’s airway entirely.

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sage

if you could give someone one piece of life advice, what would it be?

“Don’t let feigned obligation define your path. Connection by blood means nothing.”

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📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

He can feel it’s pulse in his fingertips, but he feels more than that. Something he’s not quite sure of, but it comes off in waves with every pulse, like a brilliant aura or shimmering firework, he can see, hear, feel, its thundering panicking heart slam against its fragile ribcage.

He can feel it’s… it’s life. It’s purpose and energy. He can predict its instinct, how it will move, how it will react.

But he can’t put it into words. He holds it, examines it, and doesn’t let it go for a long, long time.

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An unexpected knock at your door results in Hux tossing your weekly reports in your face. "Stay OUT of my head, Ren. And write neater. I can hardly make out your chicken scratch."

Kylo closes his eyes but doesn’t flinch when Hux thrusts the small holoprojectors at him. He opens his eyes, though narrowed, allowing the devices to fall to the ground, keeping his gaze on the emperor.

“Don’t you have assistants to read those for you. Aren’t you above that sort of thing.”

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When the emperor storms into Ren's chambers he looks less than pleased. "I've given you distinct, clear orders and yet you defy me still. Where are you going, and to what end?"

The sound of the emperor storming into his room was almost comical. Hux had always been theatrical, and to do one thing out of line would be a travesty for the general turned royal.

Ren looks at him, hands around the collar of his cloak he had just slipped around his shoulder. He turns, face cold.

“Your orders contradict my intuition,” he reaches down, taking his boots.