Kylo hated the officer’s meetings he was forced to be present at. He found them dull. The people who attended them were weak, soft-bellied high ranking officers who hadn’t known the taste of death on their tongue or violence singing in their veins for decades. Kylo had better things to do, but his Master had commanded he know more about the tactical side of The First Order and he had agreed with ill grace.
Hux stood at the front of the room at perfect parade rest, gaze half lidded while he presented his report as holovids played around him showing charts and figures. His uniform was properly buttoned up today and Kylo didn’t know weather to be relieved or disappointed. Instead, he leaned against the far wall in the back of the room and lightly skimmed the minds of the officers. It wasn’t for any useful intelligence gathering, but simply because he could and he was bored.
The blaster doors slid open before Kylo could really delve too deeply and two androids came in silently pushing a hover cart of refreshments. It was one of the small luxuries that Hux permitted because he had a secret fondness for a special kind of tea.
“Now if one were to take a look at Captain Phasma’s reports on her troops, you can see a sixteen percent increase in efficiency,” Hux continued and accepted one of the delicate china cups. “These were made because of some minor adjustments to the conditioning programs that the Supreme Leader is very pleased about.” The android made to pour the tea when the second android accidentally jostled it when trying to move behind it. The teapot slipped and spilled all over Hux’s hand before shattering on the floor.
Hux didn’t let more than a minor expression of annoyance cross his face as he pinched the tips of his gloved fingers and gently tugged it off without a second thought.
Kylo zeroed in on the exposed hand while the General droned on. It looked so delicate. The palm was long, slender, and unmarked as if Hux had never experienced the battlefield before. Instead of finding it a flaw of Hux’s character, Kylo found it endlessly appealing. What would those narrow fingers feel like slotted against his rough ones? Tangled in his hair? Was the rest of Hux that pale?
The Knight grew uncomfortably warm under his robes while he watched that hand move about while Hux gestured and pointed to things. It stood out in stark contrast against the black clothing and dark surroundings making it difficult for Kylo to concentrate on anything but that. Fantasies were uncurling inside his mind that he had tried hard to repress.
There was the sudden sound of glass breaking and Kylo realized he had accidentally shattered one of the display screens through the Force.
“Is there something offensive about budget cuts, Lord Ren?” Hux’s voice was sharp enough to cut.
“I am needed elsewhere.” He felt the prickle of eyes on his back as he strode out of the room, the floating thoughts of distaste and exasperation from the officers at interrupting an important meeting. However it was the thought of Hux’s bare hand that shone brightly in his mind and pushed everything else out.
Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 2/?
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Kylo hated the officer’s meetings he was forced to be present at. He found them dull. The people who attended them were weak, soft-bellied high ranking officers who hadn’t known the taste of death on their tongue or violence singing in their veins for decades. Kylo had better things to do, but his Master had commanded he know more about the tactical side of The First Order and he had agreed with ill grace.
Hux stood at the front of the room at perfect parade rest, gaze half lidded while he presented his report as holovids played around him showing charts and figures. His uniform was properly buttoned up today and Kylo didn’t know weather to be relieved or disappointed. Instead, he leaned against the far wall in the back of the room and lightly skimmed the minds of the officers. It wasn’t for any useful intelligence gathering, but simply because he could and he was bored.
The blaster doors slid open before Kylo could really delve too deeply and two androids came in silently pushing a hover cart of refreshments. It was one of the small luxuries that Hux permitted because he had a secret fondness for a special kind of tea.
“Now if one were to take a look at Captain Phasma’s reports on her troops, you can see a sixteen percent increase in efficiency,” Hux continued and accepted one of the delicate china cups. “These were made because of some minor adjustments to the conditioning programs that the Supreme Leader is very pleased about.” The android made to pour the tea when the second android accidentally jostled it when trying to move behind it. The teapot slipped and spilled all over Hux’s hand before shattering on the floor.
Hux didn’t let more than a minor expression of annoyance cross his face as he pinched the tips of his gloved fingers and gently tugged it off without a second thought.
Kylo zeroed in on the exposed hand while the General droned on. It looked so delicate. The palm was long, slender, and unmarked as if Hux had never experienced the battlefield before. Instead of finding it a flaw of Hux’s character, Kylo found it endlessly appealing. What would those narrow fingers feel like slotted against his rough ones? Tangled in his hair? Was the rest of Hux that pale?
The Knight grew uncomfortably warm under his robes while he watched that hand move about while Hux gestured and pointed to things. It stood out in stark contrast against the black clothing and dark surroundings making it difficult for Kylo to concentrate on anything but that. Fantasies were uncurling inside his mind that he had tried hard to repress.
There was the sudden sound of glass breaking and Kylo realized he had accidentally shattered one of the display screens through the Force.
“Is there something offensive about budget cuts, Lord Ren?” Hux’s voice was sharp enough to cut.
“I am needed elsewhere.” He felt the prickle of eyes on his back as he strode out of the room, the floating thoughts of distaste and exasperation from the officers at interrupting an important meeting. However it was the thought of Hux’s bare hand that shone brightly in his mind and pushed everything else out.
He needed to meditate.