I’ve been thinking about the Kylux fake relationship AU all morning.
Consider:
The Orgelench ruling family have an artist-in-residence who, amazed by Kylo’s beauty and grace (and very obvious homage to his Nabooian heritage in his appearance) composes a ballad to honor and mourn the life of Padme Amidala, Naboo’s most famous queen, “whose spirit so clearly lives on in the life of our esteemed guest.”
And it’s beautiful. It’s inspiring and heart-wrenchingly sad. Hux sits next to Kylo as the ballad is performed and feels Kylo’s arm pressed next to his trembling. And he is…overcome, somewhat, by the sentiments that he’s been developing over the past few days, finding out what a warm and devious and charming companion Kylo can be.
How Kylo laughed when Hux fell off his mount in the kybuck hunt, not cruelly but kindly, so that Hux did not look foolish in front of the gathered dignitaries, but approachable, human. Loved.
How Kylo guided him through those seemingly endless dances, never once wincing when Hux accidentally crushed a toe or kicked a heel. Always smiling, appearing only delighted to be in his arms.
How Kylo was so cunning when intercepting the Resistance spy, navigating the tricky social mores and niceties with ruthless charm while also ensuring the spy’s discreet removal and, later, brutal interrogation.
And Hux sees, in that moment, how Kylo needs him, if only briefly. And so he reaches out, with no political motive or machination, to take his hand. He offers up a handkerchief and sits, quietly, the rock upon which the storm of Kylo’s welling emotions may break.
Tag: oh man oh man
I wanted to do one for a while. I highly recommend looking up the lyrics too.
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dispatches from the dumpster 