
“oh my, General.”
Hux should really trim his nails. He won’t tho.
once I built an entire star destroyer out of garbage

Marks of battle, they still feel raw
A million pieces of me, on the floor
I’m damaged goods, for all to see
Now who would ever wanna be with me?
a scene from a later part of the story. there’s more to come!! art by me & text by @sailershanty
For Every Word, a Toad Falls Out
It had been a rough couple of weeks for Kylo. He was tired, his feet were tired, his heart was tired, and just looking at Hux’s idea of bedroom decor was exhausting him. He glanced around at the glass display frames of pinned and preserved things, and thought of a mortician’s reimagining of dried flowers. The bed beneath him squeaked quietly when he sat down using all the care of an elephant.
“Why… Why are you so obsessed with death?” He didn’t look up from his lap as he asked the question, mind wrapped in a dark swath of something blank and painful.