Hoarse Ravens – A 90s Nightclub Kylux AU
Hux’s lips are a tight, thin line as he wades into the heaving crowd. Rays of color cut through the dark heat of the club, flash into existence and then shudder out of it just as quickly. He ducks one shoulder, begins to wind his way through the patrons. Against the roil of skin, neon fishnet, and lamé, his tailored black suit is a dead pixel.
dispatches from the dumpster 