If you're still accepting prompts, would you be willing to do "elegance" for kylux?
Before Kylo Ren stole his throne, it would be hard for Hux to think of a single instance in which he would have considered him ‘elegant’. Fearsome, frightening, simple, beautiful, monstrous, dark – but elegance suggests a sort of complex stability that he has never known Ren to possess. What is elegant does not fall to pieces under pressure, does not snarl in the dark.
In his first steps as Supreme Leader, which are tottering and uncertain as a child just learning to walk, Ren proves there is nothing elegant about him. Not in victory, and not in defeat. Or so Hux thinks. Then they start sleeping together again, for it seems that nothing can keep one out of the other’s bed, not insult or attack or naked hatred. They will keep chasing one another forever. Til death do them part.
Hux should leave. It’s late, and he’s tired. He doesn’t paricularly feel like going at it again, but Ren is straddling him, his arms straight and pinning Hux’s shoulders as he stares down, looking stormy and strange. Hux wonders if he’ll just take what he feels like taking, but instead he speaks.
“Suppose I gave you a title.”
Is this supposed to be a gift? Hux snorts.
“I have a title.”
“I mean a new one.”
“Such as?”
There are two words that hang in the air like stars.
“Grand Marshal.”
Hux could reach up and grab them, now. The way Ren’s hair falls into his face, the animal shine in his dark eyes, suddenly Ren really does look elegant. Like the prince he is, on a technicality.
“I want a title I’ve earned on the field. Not earned on my back.”
Ren doesn’t give up. “After everything you’ve done…”
“You wanted me dead, days ago.”
“I wanted everyone dead, days ago.”
That’s fair. Hux huffs, running out of excuses to not accept this. “And suppose you want to take it back?”
Ren dips down, kisses Hux’s neck in a way that makes Hux feel like he’s falling from some great height. Tomorrow it will give him such pleasure to touch the bruise that rides the space between his collarbone and Adam’s apple. “You’d fight to the death, to keep it. And that’s why you deserve it,” Ren murmurs, and that alone makes Hux rethink how tired he is, maybe he can stand to be taken one more time after all.
