Tag: kill me now this is beautiful

solohux:

“Ren.”

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

“The real Starkiller.”