I'm here to *checks smudged notes on hand* ki..ll?? kiss???
hux leans in, the knight's collar between his gloved fingers. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐝, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩. inflammatory, distended at the chest like all arrogant and power stricken men, he feels somewhat untouchable. he leans in like people do when they want to make a point, but maybe don't have anything important to say in particular. 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕… if he were wiser, less annoyed ( 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑑 ), he might remember to keep the distance between them. not that proximity, or lack of, does much against a force user, but it gives him time at least to expand a blade from his sleeve. or at least support the false hope of such a notion. ❛ kiss me or kill me, just make a decision before i die of infinite boredom. ❜
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