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PROMPT POST #4
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Fill: 2/? Kylo/Hux - Hades and Persephone "The Divine and the Dark"
Thank you for all your kind words! Not going to lie, I’m not a fan of this section, but I can’t keep going back on it. Hopefully you still like it, OP!
Leia is furious when she learns what happened. Rey weeps when she understands that Ben is not coming home.
The Senate trembles in the face of them both. Shame before the crying child ; terror in front of the angry mother. No one speaks a word, either in their defense or in agreement. There is nothing to be said, not until the son is home once more.
But no one knows where he was taken. Those who doomed him, lured by the promise of their own salvation, have never returned. Left neither sign of where they will go, nor any hint of where they might have been. And so Leia can only rage at empty chairs.
These traitors are wise, for all their foolishness.
But it remains: The son is gone ; the mother is furious.
It cannot be helped. He cannot be saved.
They did it for peace. They did it for the good of the Galaxy. Does it not make them righteous? Does it not make it all worth it?
But Leia Organa curses and rages, Rey Skywalker weeps.
And those who thought it justified soon learn otherwise.
~*~
They take the Force, take his clothes and his weapon. They take the light and the Light, the above ground and the sun on his skin. All Ben has is what they give him.
It is luxurious, he thinks as he looks in the mirror. It is nothing much.
He isn’t dressed in black, a fact that shocks him more than it should. Instead the robes given to him are a pure white, from the base fabric to the small embellishments along the sleeves. They are large and flowing, so much so that the fabric pools in the crease of his elbows when he folds them, threatens to slip of his shoulders at any sudden move.
He is thankful that they gave him pants to wear. He understands why they gave him no shirt to wear beneath the robes.
It is all for the General’s benefit, after all.
Ben sees his hungry eyes reflected in the mirror.
“Why did you take me?” he asks, not turning around.
The man in the mirror smiles. It is a cold thing. “I had to.”
For what must happen will happen.
Ben stands taller. The situation would be easier, somehow, if only he were to tower over all as he usually does. Alas, the General is tall, and a few inches of added power make little difference when one is prisoner. “You gain nothing from it,” he defies.
He glares as the dark man approaches. He is all cold colors and hard edges, from the sharpness of his uniform to the sharpness of his face. When he comes to stand behind him, he is a dark shadow near a white stream. Red against black. They only match in the paleness of their skin.
Hux’s green eyes glint.
“I gain you.”
They do not touch each other, but stand so close that Ben can feel the heat coming from the General’s body - and funny, he had thought he’d be cold.
Through the mirror, they stare at each other still.
“Would you like to eat, Ben Solo?”
The voice is soft, the offer is alluring. He hasn’t eaten since he has left the Senate, and though rage had kept the hunger at bay, it has been over a day now.
His lips part open.
He tastes pomegranate on his tongue.
“No,” he says sharply, much more than he had intended. A sudden burst of fear makes him recoil, only he had forgotten for a moment just wear he stood, and instead of moving away he falls straight into the General’s arms.
They are surprisingly strong as they catch him.
Ben can feel his cheek redden in embarrassed rage. That he would fall, that he would be caught, that he would be here at all is too much of an insult to bear.
He bucks, struggles to stand, but the arms tighten around him again - and how strong! - and all he can do is look up and glare.
Hux looks down on him, a smirk on his lips.
“You will eat eventually,” he says.
You always do.
~*~
Ben is a child of the Force. He sees with more than his eyes. It is as natural as breathing to him. One sense completing five others, the picture singular and whole, and most importantly, harmonious.
At least it used to be.
Now, when he looks around him, he sees the metal and stone walls, the neon lights that lit up as Hux makes his way through the halls. Doors and soldiers and everything tangible. It shapes a prison.
And then he looks some more, and he sees the shadows in the corners and under his feet come alive and spread. The whisper, they dance, some are playful and others vicious, but all part before Hux as he makes his way towards Ben. There are no walls around him.
Neon lights and metal walls.
Dark shadows and nothing else.
The two visions come and go, blur together in clashing colors. Two different realities, two different state of beings. A choice to be made.
Ben is a child of the Force, and in many ways a child still. The neons are a false light, but they are Light still, and so he clings to them praying they will chase away the dark around him.
The shadows pout at being ignored, like children being denied their mother’s attention.
Re: Fill: 2/? Kylo/Hux - Hades and Persephone "The Divine and the Dark"
(Anonymous) 2016-03-13 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: 2/? Kylo/Hux - Hades and Persephone "The Divine and the Dark"
(Anonymous) 2016-03-13 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)Poor Rey. :( Oh Leia. Always losing her son.
And go Hux. make your boy eat that pomegranate.
Re: Fill: 2/? Kylo/Hux - Hades and Persephone "The Divine and the Dark"
(Anonymous) 2016-03-13 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: 2/? Kylo/Hux - Hades and Persephone "The Divine and the Dark"
(Anonymous) 2016-03-14 04:17 am (UTC)(link)