I can’t stop loving you. I’ve given you my heart, and I don’t know how to take it back. It’s yours. You can do whatever you like with it, stomp on it, throw it away, even burn it. All I’ll be able to do is standby and feel it.
“What?” Ren’s stance is protective; the big bulk of him spread wide in the space between Brendol and the rest of the world.
“They shot Chumma.” Brendol chances something subtle: presses his weight forward, just hovering behind Ren, lets his arm brush Ren’s back. “The little alien. Hold on.”
Ren shifts enough to let Brendol through, but Brendol can feel him right behind as he quickly skirts the fallen enforcers to the far end of the bay: a hot resonance at his back and the smell of seared blood trailing.
It seems my struggle with tablet continues so I decided to do the linework with pen and paper. This was the moment I absolutely fell in love with the fic when I read it for the first time. Protective Ren being a literal wall that protects Hux from the world, and Hux, even when physically hurt and distraught, still knows how to handle Ren almost instinctively?? I go back to the fic to read bits here and there and every time your characterization amazes me <3