reyreyspaceace:

Concept: Hux has been living on he Finalizer a very long time, and is essentially sensory deprived, finding Kylo to be rich in textures: . He wears gloves for at least 10 hours a day, every day. He has done for over a decade. Two,if he’s honest with himself. Most days, nearly everything he touches is metal, plastic, glass, smooth and unyielding. Kylo is… Soft. But not just soft. Kylo has more texture than Hux gathers he has encountered his whole life. His cape is soft and frayed at the edges. His skin is soft and smooth and almost imperceptibly damp. His hair is thick but silky. And Hux can’t get enough. It’s not possible for Hux to be touching Kylo at all hours of the day, however. So, Kylo starts to bring him things; scraps of silk, a charm made of fur, a seed with tiny barbs on its shell. Some yarn. A small lump of clay. He doesn’t know where Kylo gets these things. Kylo does not offer them in person, but Hux knows it must be him who leaves them on the table in Hux’s quarters. Kylo, who frequently ventures off-world. Kylo, whose palms are rough, and whose fingernails are ridged. Hux almost allows himself to look forward to these little things, something he can enjoy in the evening, in the way that most officers would treat themselves to a glass of wine. One such evening, it crosses his mind to leave a thank you note for Kylo. He doesn’t; there is no paper in his room. Paper, he remembers, is one of those obsolete relics from a different life. Hux says thank you in different ways; a nice dinner, a fancy hairbrush for Kylo’s unruly mane, a shy invitation to use Hux’s nice, personal shower with water that’s hot, not just lukewarm.