In celebration of the Star Wars trailer, I decided to finally share my illustration for the Crashed Asteroid Star Wars Anthology : ) I wanted to draw Kylo, inspired by Anakin Skywalker in Episode III and I am happy to find more Anakin/Kylo parallels in the new trailer ♡
Y’all can relax about that whole Rey and Kylo “I need someone to show me my place in all this” and holding-out-hand thing from the trailer because they’re two completely different scenes (not that it matters if it were one scene, because Rey could pull a Luke-and-Vader-on-Bespin sort of thing)
When Rey says, “I need someone to show me my place in all this,” she is still in the outfit she went to find Luke in. You can tell by her high collar and the thickness of the material:
The light source is static as well, constant, even, likely a lamp of some sort, and the set of her shoulders and neck seems to indicate she’s sitting down. She’s most likely saying this line in Luke’s hut, explaining why she went to find him.
In contrast, that shot of Kylo holding out his hand has a mobile, flickering light source somewhere off to his left, and while that seems to match up to Rey’s right, the light is nowhere near steady, and all the bits of flaming debris falling down behind him would have caused the lighting to change around Rey, if she was really there.
And you can see Kylo meeting eyes with someone standing opposite him, while Rey’s sitting down.
So I’m all for that idea that Kylo’s holding out his hand to Leia. Even if it were Rey, it wouldn’t be immediately after she said that line. Sneaky, Lucasfilm.
Kylo turns only slightly, breaking his gaze on the Finalizer’s working hangar bay to see Hux approaching him, solemn as ever since Starkiller’s collapse.
“Your TIE is prepped for its test flight,” Hux says, tone sharp, not wasting a breath.
“Good.”
The General’s mind flashes with annoyance for a brief second, making Kylo smirk, before it returns to its newfound quietness, hushed by his crushing pain of failure. Kylo can feel it.
“Ever the conversationalist, Master Ren,” and the familiar click of Hux’s polished boots against the floor tells Kylo that he’s leaving, frustrated.
“General. Wait.”
Immediately, Hux turns, and so does Kylo, now facing each other across the room where even the workings of the hangar bay behind them isn’t louder than the silence that’s been plaguing them.
More was lost on Starkiller than the base and troops.
Kylo’s first step forward is hesitant as though he subconsciously questions whether Hux would even want to be close to him after their agreed separation, or whether that closeness would give them both the kick of passion that their hearts need.
Hux does not move.
“Thank you, for saving me from Starkiller,” Kylo says.
“I was follwing orders,” Hux retorts quickly, averting his gaze to the floor, making more of an effort to look anywhere but at Kylo’s scarred face.
“You could’ve ignored them. Lied. Wouldn’t be the first time you deceive people about the death of someone close to you.”
Hux’s eyebrows raise. “My father–”
“–is still burdening you like he’s still here. You dream of him scolding you for Starkiller’s loss. He’s there. Like a scar that won’t fade.”
Kylo reaches for Hux’s left hand, his dominant hand, and cups it gently, eyeing the pale skin of his wrist where the leather material ends.
“Ren, don’t–”
“Ah. Just–just let me see.”
Hux’s nose scrunches as Kylo pulls his glove off, obviously in discomfort, but Kylo hushes him until the glove is off and Hux’s scarred palm is on show, seared from a mishap on his rescue mission for Kylo.
“Let the past die,” Kylo says, bringing his gaze from Hux’s scarred palm to meet his burdened green eyes. “Kill it, if you have to. That’s the only what to become what you were meant to be.”
There’s a familiar flicker of an emotion in Kylo’s mind then, something he hasn’t felt for a while but brings a flutter to his heart. Hux’s happiness.
“And what, pray tell, would that be, Kylo?”
Kylo guides Hux’s palm up to his face, though Hux reflexively turns his hand to cup Kylo’s cheek once it’s near. Both search each other’s eyes, looking for meaning, looking for the fire that was once at the forefronts of their minds for each other before the blizzard came and took out
dispatches from the dumpster 