#renkniighted

[acharnemcnt]

The sound of roiling waves echo in the distance, cloaking the jagged teeth of ornery beasts the lurk between turbulent blue. This land is a paradise of flora, adorned in vast verdant hues of lush forests and robust grasslands. And just like the rise and fall of the tide, the currents of Hux's life always seem to draw him back here. To this planet. To this place. A derelict wasteland, where the grave of his childhood lay, scattered amongst the rubble of the fallen academy. He thinks not of that. Nor his mother, the smothering tangle in his chest that threatens to rise through his esophagus like bile. He has come here with purpose, and that purpose he shall fulfill. Anyone with a true understanding of politics knows that that there is no such thing as a social call. Something as mundane as afternoon tea can shift the scales of a galaxy in the blink of eye. This rendezvous may just prove to be the breaking point, for better or worse.

Gazing across the endless blue, Armitage allows his mind to wander. The methodically compartmentalized catacombs of his brain unravel with a fleeting thought, allowing a specter of dread to worm its way between the fault where confidence and control collide. Exhaustion seizes him, bearing heavy upon his body and consciousness. Within the tempest of his own thoughts, he barely hears his companion's words.

—✦    WHAT A PLACE TO COME FROM,   rownei ren  utters.

❛ Yes, ❜ the words drift from his lips with the rise of the evening wind. A flicker of a smile graces the Chancellor's lips. ❛ They called it the gem of oblivion. Rich aristocrats would brave the journey to visit here for 'the water cure'. ❜ Celedon eyes roll upward, sparking with a gleam of amusement as he inclines his head toward the rolling waves. ❛ Some of them stayed and industrialized the natural exports. Most notably, great grandfather Velize. ❜ He muses nonchalantly, all traces of former melancholy gone with the fleeing rays of afternoon light.

❛ They built this small fishing world into a trade center, erecting luxury resorts alongside the marine-based mining initiatives. ❜ A sweep of a gloved hand beckons the eye toward the bounty of civilization nestled into the tiered hills below their cliffside view. ❛ There was a certain allure to the unspoiled flora that appealed to wealthy tourists longing for an escape from the tumult of their city homes. Thus it was preserved for the sake of tourism. ❜ The silver of cynicism snaking between the syllables of his otherwise, matter-of-fact timbre is nothing short of palpable. ❛ And subsequently rebranded as 'eco tourism' once comadeered by Rebel forces. ❜

One shoulder rounds in tune with the upward roll of the Chancellor's eyes. ❛ So you see, despite the opposition's flagrant insistence that the Imperial effort toward globalization is disrupting the ecological balance of the Galaxy. Their own pursuits are far from solely altruistic. But I digress... ❜ A weary sigh flutters through the inflection of the closing statement, reinstating the stiffness of Hux's posture.

❛ We did not come here for a history lesson. ❜ His gaze locks with @renkniighted's lingering throughout a staggering beat of silence. ❛ Rownei, In the light of our... synergistic rapport... ❜ Hux pauses for a moment, brow furrowing as an unsettlingly sentimental noun dies on his tongue. ❛ I must ask that you do not relay any of the non-politically relevant details of this upcoming meeting to Kylo or... your partner. ❜

[cruoren]

violence sits beneath the flesh like another layer of meat, and seeps redder than blood when cut. at night, he is ravenous and his dreams have grown teeth, the hungry maw of something that calls and wails and beckons him to chase it across the cosmos. in the wake of that, he had found it increasingly difficult to remain focused within meetings this week, this month, this year. it does not go unnoticed, he is certain of that but unwilling to address it. kartiza had asked, and when he had snapped in response, she had begrudgingly let it be. that had been three days ago, and he had not spoken to any of his knights since then, and if he spent one more in this palace, with the ghosts in his chambers, he would surely spiral into hysteria.

the opportunity to leave had not arisen in its own right; more so, he had carved it out for himself. there had been reports of unrest on a distant planet, and a government unwilling to meet first order demands; some discussions had been held as to procedure, but ren had not been present for those. his own methods were not unlike negotiation talks, he would argue upon inquiry. the opposition is dead, you're right, no argument.

rownei ren said, you do have a way of finding trouble.

rownei's voice over the commotion of the hanger bay is like an anchor. he is, at first, uncertain as to whether the statement from @renkniighted is praise or reprimand but chooses to believe the former, and nonetheless finds himself in an uncharacteristically humourous mood — perhaps due to the camaraderie rooted between them, or the possibility of being off-planet, ❝ you've been spending too much time blabbering with the chancellor. ❞ the supreme leader had stationed himself by his tie silencer, which he insisted on tending to himself, and the engineering staff was sent away at the behest of a swift command, without much debacle. gloved hands were busied recalibrating some minor aspects of the vessel, and ren only spared a moment to glance at his knight, a bemused scoff slipping from his throat, ❝ trouble is subjective, rownei. i like to imagine this as an alternative solution. ❞

he does not grin, but offers something akin to it, a cant of his head, resisting the urge to clasp row on the back and drag him with, ❝ i'm sure i'll be missed dearly... why don't you accompany me? ❞

[pohlepen]

       ❝  not anyone i've met yet, not even the doctors at work.  they're all scared of making her upset, especially now that she’s pregnant. it’s like…  a cardinal sin,  ❞     she says work like the hospital is still employing her and not investigating the strange amount of pills gone missing under her ever -so trusted watch.  for a second, guilt clenches its fist around her heart. it squeezes like a vase until she's shifting, forcing a movement and huff and leaning back against the counter.  the joint she sucked down in her car before coming inside is catching up to her, that's all this is.  a cursory glance around the room has her looking quizzical.    ❝  where's this fancy keurig i've been hearing about?  i'd kill for some coffee,   ❞    a pause.    ❝  i'm gonna need it if we're putting together shit from IKEA, everything has 78 little parts.  ❞    row isn't given much time to speak, no time to object at all.  she's an immovable object with the job of making sure he's not doing anything stupid to further injure himself. she doesn't need to be his friend.    ❝  think that's why she chose me, daddio. ❞    frankie doesn't scare easily and she's too lonely to face defeat.     ❝  now, please tell me that you’ve got that pumpkin-fuck-whatever coffee creamer.  ❞

cont. from here / @renkniighted ♡

[finaliseur]

@renkniighted : ❌

send ❌for an incorrect quote

❝ In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity? ❞

❝ Peavey, how tall are you? ❞

[acharnemcnt-a]

botanical  headcanons  :    accepting    

tulip  :      how  does  your  muse  view  people  in  general  ?    

  Hux  is  ambivert  that  leans  more  toward  the  introvert  side,  despite  his  projected  extrovertism.  He  does  enjoy  social  interactions  at  times  and  can  gain  energy  from  them  on  certain  occasions.  But,  more  often  than  not,  he  needs  his  space  and  prefers  smaller  one  on  one  interactions  versus  groups.  His  childhood  has  left  him  very  jaded  and  naturally  suspicious  of  people.  Thus  he  rarely  makes  genuine  connections  and  only  truly  feels  comfortable  around  very  select  people.

  In  terms  of  his  perception  of  people  as  a  whole,  or  rather,  cognitive  and  sentient  beings  as  a  whole  —he  believes  that  people  are  inherently  chaotic  and  seek  order  via  guidance  or  leadership.  Hux  was  raised  to  believe  that  there  is  an  inherent  good  in  people  that  is  often  overshadowed  by  an  excess  of  negative  qualities  which  must  be  controlled.

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[astraheartarchived]

( @renkniighted​ ) discussed a thing!

      ❝ Are we doing this with rules? Or WITHOUT ? ❞ Not only is she antipathetic to the notion of being fettered by pestilential constraints, but she believes the idea of him forswearing any established rules in order to best her isn’t beyond the realm of conceivability. Still, she finds it prudent to enquire beforehand. Even if for no other reason than that of ensuring he cannot fruitfully contest her inevitable victory later on.

[chromecaptain]

A Shroud of Death and Blood

@renkniighted​ continued

If she was honest, if Phasma even could reach into the withered pit of her soul and admit it, she was exhausted from fighting. Killing. Always surviving. But that tenacious thing inside her, the invisible beast forever nipping her heels, wouldn’t allow her to say it...barely tolerated her even thinking it. There was no end. No giving up. If this life was all there was, and all that would ever be...what choice did she have?

Slowly, she rose to her feet amidst the bodies that laid all around them, an entire village laid to waste for one reason...

“Tell me...did your Master send you to find me...or was all of this more...personal?”

[jenjidaii]

                                 . . .continued from here with @renkniighted

                         -----------merely a known fact he couldn’t keep from mentioning. sometimes it was helpful to be reminded of the obvious, other times... not so much. standing somewhat behind Rownei, just over his shoulder, he watches him take the shot rather absently. the smell of it makes his nose burn, crinkling a portion of his countenance. Kylo has never entirely understood the concept of drinking.

shrugging one shoulder, he finally opts to take position at the seat beside Rownei. folded hands lift to rest on the counter, leaning forward to watch. “You know me. I’m good.” the taste, the smell, being inebriated, and the repercussions, none of which he enjoyed. somehow he was entirely excluded from acquired tastes. not like he could complain. although some might suggest he loosen up from time to time. “Maybe I should stay to be sure you don’t make an entire disaster of yourself.”