i’ll be there when your reality drowns
[warnings: violent imagery, Hux is Not Nice, no softness here]
The problem with Ren—one of them, anyway—is that he has no subtlety. For a man with supposed mystical insight into the inner working of the universe, he has a disturbing, if useful, habit of taking things at face value.
Hux looks up at him; takes in the delicate lacework of shadows across his cheekbones, cast by his long lashes and the hall’s needlessly dramatic lighting, and the way his scar pulls at his skin where his dark brows lift in pleasure, twisting their shape just slightly. Ren’s lips are parted as he breathes through his open mouth, every inhale almost a gasp, every exhale the softest of sighs.