“He is incredibly modest and profoundly hard on himself. He’s not an actor who loves to watch himself after a take on a monitor. He’s not someone who might ever choose to watch a performance he’s given — which is really too bad, because if he were able to, he’d probably really like what he saw.”
And if Hux wakes up the next morning to the smell of caf already brewed and Kylo Ren standing barefoot and maskless in his kitchens, cooking the old fashioned way, then he doesn’t say anything. The man needs a break. Just this once he’ll accept it. And if Kylo Ren scoots in next to him on his bed and they eat breakfast and watch holodramas all day, then that’s alright too.
There’s a small shop in Brighton that basically only sells stuffed animals, in tons of varieties, and it’s really crammed full. And it’s where Kylo works, he’s ended up in Brighton, because it’s got sea and sand and a very vibrant gay scene and he figures it’s the last place his Father is going to track him down, because of all the hills. And he’s working in this little shop, he has to duck to get through the door, and he always hits his head on the stuffed animals that hang from the ceiling.
Hux comes in to buy a present for a godchild he’s ‘obtained’ from ‘an old friend’ and he recognises Kylo from one of the clubs, they’d ended up snogging at 4am in a dark corner, both absolutely wrecked on ridiculous drinks served by bartenders in very small shorts. And they’re dripping with sweat from the hot club and the lights and the music is swelling through the floor.
dispatches from the dumpster 