There was few times in which Kylo had actively been angry with Peach. In fact, he almost always found it near impossible to stoke his rage when it came to the cheerful princess. Something about it felt entirely wrong. However, when it came to her putting herself in dangerous situations that resolve slipped some. His jaw is clenched, fingers locked tight around the fabric of his signature black garments, and rage snapping in the heavy force around them with a humming power.
She would be the death of him, he swore it! How could someone have such little regard for their own safety in the face of the insurmountable and endless threats stretched out before them.
"Darling," His words tense to his wife, "You are on a war ship." He says as if that much should be obvious, "This is no place for you. Should we be attacked or boarded you'd fight yourself right in the middle of a ruthless fight amongst people who would love to use you against me." He circles her, predator to prey, hand moving aimlessly to curl around the end of her blonde hair. "You should have stayed where you would have been safe. War and conflict doesn't suit you, Peach." / @decoresca
