#starhubris

[hircndelle-blog]

“@starhubris started following you”

brendol voice: well it was only a matter of time

[atonedchaos]

GENERAL HUX: @starhubris

          SHE PACES, LIKE A restless lion stuck in a cage.  It’s claustrophobic, being locked away in a quarters with little more than a bed and a desk.  There’s nothing incriminating the desk  ( she’s already checked ),  nothing interesting to get back to the rebel alliance.  Minutes tick by into hours and the pacing slows,  instead settling on a chair and wrapping herself in a blanket from the bed.  It’s where Wanda sits until the door opens once more and the severe looking man enters.  General Hux.  His name is as infamous as the leader of the Knights of Ren and it leaves an equally bitter taste in her mouth. 

          “  If you’re not going to kill me, let me go. ”

[sandspeeding]

closed modern!day starter for @starhubris​

                          "Where am I? Am I still drunk? --- I have to be”

That was the only explanation she could find as Rey woke up, her head pounding from the night before. She struggled to focus on her surroundings, her memory completely hazed over but there was one thing she was certain of - the man who was laying beside her in bed. Her BOSS. 

Rey slowly sat up in the bed, pulling the blanket to cover her almost naked body. She tried to make any sense of what had happened but nothing was clear. She could remember the deal going well, that he had been HAPPY with her work for once and that had led to them celebrating. The memory of the first few shots came flooding back to her but everything else was scrambled. It would be almost impossible to make sense of it but she was now ASSUMING they had just got drunk and HOOKED UP. Something Rey was NOT happy about. 

Raising her hand to her head, she sighed heavily but soon held her breath -- the sensation of a RING on her wedding finger. She held her hand out and tried to focus, her breathing becoming scattered as another flash of memory came flooding back. The both of them saying I DO in a drunken fit while two strangers played the part of witness. “We’re married -- OH GOD, WE GOT MARRIED LAST NIGHT” she practically screamed it out, not caring if she woke him up. He NEEDED to be awake, they needed to get out of this mess and fast. 

[forceofncture-blog]

( @starhubris​. ) | HUX. // STARTER.

   It’s a fixation.

   That’s what these things tend to come down to; it’s the way she smiled and made him want to bust her lips, the way he turned his head and made him want to keep it turning until his neck snapped, the missing tooth in their mouth that he wanted to widen, one at a time, that vacancy begging for him to taste it, and ---

   It’s the little things. He doesn’t care about their names or their money or their families. He doesn’t need to know anything about any of those things. It’s the details. That’s always what gets him. But there isn’t time for that right now. He’s got midterms. He’s got school to think about. Normal stuff. Because of course he can recognize it’s not normal; statistically speaking, he’s got to have the highest body count in at least the tri-county area, short of someone really fucked up that he doesn’t know about living closer than he thinks.

   There wouldn’t be a problem, except --- except he can’t focus, because there’s this guy. There’s this guy who sits three rows ahead, and he can’t concentrate, because his head is tipped, and it’s --- it’s his throat. The pale softness of it, the unconscious vulnerability in the position. The guy’s an asshole. He’s seen him around before. Hux. Everyone knows about him, with his utter disdain, with his cold sneers and colder eyes, and now, Kylo is loathe to notice, his damnably touchable throat.

   He has got to wrap his fingers around it. It’s not even a decision; it’s a compulsion, a desperation that burns up from his stomach and makes him feel almost sick with the need. He doesn’t want to touch him. He has to. Just that quickly, it has very suddenly become a requirement for his continued existence

   Not to mention his grades. If he doesn’t get this out of his system, he’s going to spend the whole testing period staring at Hux, and he’s not going to flunk over this.

   So after class, he does something bold; he hangs around, just outside the door, and waits for the redhead to come out. When he does, Kylo falls into step easily alongside him.

   “Have a drink with me.”

   It’s not as much of a question as it should be; closer to a demand. They’re the first words he’s spoken directly to Hux, outside of one shouting match towards the beginning of term. By which he means he had shouted and Hux had stared down his nose at him with something like contempt. The memory makes his fingers twitch.

   “My treat. To apologize, for before.”

   His eyes finally slide to Hux’s face, to gauge the effectiveness of this approach. He’ll whack him over the head and drag him off like a caveman, if he has to, but really, such approaches are so primitive. He does have some standards.

[moonjeweled]

˜”*°•. &. @starhubris

                        ❝                Aw, c’mon, it isn’t THAT gross... Grab some gloves from under the sink and stop being a little bitch! ❞ She’s up to her elbows in pumpkin, meticulously scraping the inside free of pulp and as she watches Hux from the corner of her eyes. The temptation to fling the stringy goo straight into his face grows the longer he looks at it with disgust. He HAD offered to help, after all.

[fastcarried-blog]

@starhubris  | starter call!

“Y’know, last I checked, the New Republic is still running the show around here, man,” the young smuggler remarks as he crosses his arms over his chest, his weight shifting onto his left leg. “And last time I checked, I’m not violating any protocols. Just making my way around and without setting a foot in First Order territory.” General Ginger here didn’t hafta know about the spice he was smuggling or the fuel drop he just did for the Resistance; it’s not like he had any right to search his ship anyways. 

“So, you wanna tell me why you and your pals are tryin’ to get into my ship?”

[theradartech-blog]

( @starhubris. ) | GENERAL HUX. // STARTER.

    He’s been discreet.

    See, this can’t be about the cameras, because no one knows about the cameras. He’s sure of it. He’s been too careful for that. They wouldn’t understand, if they found them, after all. They’d think the worst. They’d think treason. But it’s not like that. It’s not like that at all, and he doesn’t want to be put through reconditioning -- or worse, summary execution. He’s loyal enough to the Order; as loyal as any other officer, in most cases. But he’s just a tech. A good tech; but not a great one. He’s careful about that, too. If he’s great, then people get funny ideas about promotions, and recognition, and other things that draw attention. 

    No, he maintains an acceptable level of mediocrity. Just good enough to keep him in the place he’s at. Never good enough to earn attention. Never bad enough to warrant it.

    So something must be broken. That’s all it is. Something is broken, and the General sent for a tech. Any tech. And his superior had just been trying to make him sweat by telling him he’d been requested by name. Because there’s no reason for the General to even know his name. Because if the General has taken enough notice to know his name, what else might he know?

    Nothing. He’s overthinking this. He’s letting that woman get under his skin, and he’s overthinking. It’s fine. Everything is fine, and he hasn’t been found out. He’ll come in, he’ll fix the problem, he’ll leave, and he’ll try to figure out how to get his throat out of his throat and back into his chest. 

    He activates the comm on the door to Hux’s office, and announces himself.

    “Sir? It’s the...I’m here to -- I’m the tech? You called for?”

    Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he waits for the door to open.