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Re: Kylux - Fancy Dinner FILL 3/3
(Anonymous) 2016-03-19 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)The music pranced along, cheerful but stately, each measure clearly marked and audible. This was the kind of dance that always happened at formal banquets: stiff, predictable, more an adherence to pointless tradition and an excuse to see who danced with whom than an opportunity to show off any kind of real skill. As a child, several of Hux’s afternoons per week were full of etiquette lessons, dancing was one of the harder learned ones. It was easy to remember what fork got picked up when, or who to call “Your Excellency” and who to call “Your Grace”. Compiling large amounts of information into orderly stacks in his head was what he /did/. Dancing was more intuitive, hard to simply pound into one’s brain. But he learned. There was something appealing about it, ordered movement to music, a whole floor of people harmoniously moving together like clockwork. So he learned. He always did what was expected of him.
And what was expected of him now was to charm the queen and show her that her decision had been a wise one. Before that though, he looked for where Ren had ended up. The nuisance was right in the mix of it, a pang of anxiety rose in Hux, images of mayhem flashed behind his eyes, but Ren seemed to be handling himself deftly, dancing with the very same senator. It might have been his imagination, but as he watched, Ren’s shoulders went tense and he glanced up at to meet his gaze. A dark, frustrated glance, almost a glower, before he was turning away and hidden behind several other couples. He wondered briefly what that had been about before he was in front of the Queen of Sariindan herself.
He bowed deferentially and kissed her extended hand. Her face was indulgent. “Your Majesty, might I have the privilege?” A suitor glared from ten feet behind him, Hux ignored him. Let him glare daggers; Hux had a knife in his boot and absolutely no interest in wedding the queen for her money.
She inclined her head and took his hand. Hux lead the her to the dance floor. They fell easily into the gently turning crowd as partners switched off. It was a simple dance: a basic box step, turn then repeat, again and again until the music did a little flourish and partners changed. With the music and the hum of conversation to cover whatever was said, the Queen finally spoke.
“I see you’re making yourself very popular tonight, Bren”
“Please, everyone knows my first name is General”
She chuckled, low and warm. “All right, all right. Who’s your tall handsome friend? He’s made quite the impression himself. Elia might actually take a bite out of him if he lets his guard down” A quick look in the direction the queen indicated showed Ren, several couples over, dancing with an attractive girl that was unmistakably related to the queen. Looking at them, he felt a flash of something hot in his chest. Indigestion? Regret for having finished his fifth drink of the night on top of nothing save some of the broth from the appetizer and a few bites? Whatever it was subsided for the most part when he turned his attention back to the queen.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you”
“Oh no?”
“That, my Queen, is Kylo Ren: Master of the knights of Ren”
She quirked an impeccably sculpted eyebrow at him, then mock-pouted “I suppose that means a new nephew is entirely out of the question”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Ah well. Maybe I can foist one of mine off on her, poor girl.” Her face turned ever so slightly devious. “And how goes your little pet project? The one you were so eager to tell me about during negotiations. What was it, Sunsetter?”
His smile tightened. The Starkiller project was strictly confidential information. The very conspicuous nature of excavating half a planet and converting it into a galactic hyperspace weapon, and the consequential complete impossibility of keeping it hidden meant drawing as little attention toward it as possible, especially in it’s delicate half-constructed state. He may have gotten a bit carried away during his impassioned speech to her on the subject of the future supremacy of the First Order and let slip that it existed.
“It goes.” He said with finality as they came into the last turn. “Sariindan’s contributions of Oridium are greatly appreciated” She smiled indulgently again. He took it as a good sign.
He parted with the queen feeling uncomfortably like he’d lost the upper hand somehow, despite the fact that she seemed more than pleased with the alliance, even fond of him and the First Order’s cause. He shook it off, chalking it up to the fact that talking to her always had the effect of making him feel like he was talking to his mother. Reminding him how young he was, seeming to look through him in a way that was entirely unlike the methodical stripping bare effect of the Supreme Leader’s gaze.
Hux danced one round with some inconsequential rim-world diplomat, focused on his next move, and decided that yes, he did regret that third glass of wine. The problem with the dance that was currently being done was that it required partners to be shuffled every few lines. One partner went left, and the other right, and then all the couples began the dance over again. If his calculations were correct, that would put him with the Handsy Grand Duchess in a few moments. Unless she took the initiative and tried to lead the dance with an ambassador Hux did not recognize.
Alas. She did not. The ambassador clicked away on shiny talons and Hux forced a smile at his new partner.
Predictably, her hands did not maintain the proper closed dance positions. He ignored them, and nodded blandly along. “Oh, you know how it is with the Order, I get my commands and I ensure they get carried out.” The general’s stripes on his sleeve should have been enough to tell anyone that he did a great deal more than relay orders. But she was not actually trying to wheedle him, and did not require a more elaborate dodge than that.
What he had not predicted was for Ren to have switched to a following position during his last dance, and to wind up face to face with him after the trade. However, he did not allow himself to miss a beat, stepping neatly into place and continuing just in time for the music to pick up again. To his credit, Ren went along with it, allowing himself to be led. His form was impeccable. The predatory grace with which he usually stalked about lent itself beautifully to dancing. His feet might not even have been moving in squares for how smoothly they went. Hux should not have been as surprised as he was, after everything he’d seen so far that evening. But he couldn’t help it. Where the hell had Ren learned to /dance/?
“Would you stop that?”
He was yet again surprised. Ren sounded, and looked, genuinely annoyed, his bare face markedly unguarded from displaying his emotions. “Stop what?” Hux in turn, was genuinely puzzled.
“Being so surprised at everything”
“What are you talking about? i’m not—“
“Just because you didn’t personally draft my training sims doesn’t mean I’m a complete incompetent” Ren cut him off with hard tone that carried far too well in his deep voice.
“Be quiet. People will hear. And if you don’t want to listen to me being surprised at you not snapping and hacking the place to bits then stay the hell out of my head.” Or he could comport himself more respectably on a regular basis. Then maybe Hux wouldn’t be forced to constantly imagine worst case scenarios whenever Ren was involved. That aside, it was more than a little distressing that he hadn’t even felt Ren’s intrusions into his thoughts.
“I Am!” Ren thankfully dropped his voice back down to a murmur, if an emphatic one. “Do you think I want to hear your every rant about me? You don’t exactly think quietly, General”
Abruptly the song wound down to an end without any more partner switches, leaving he and Ren standing still, facing each other awkwardly in the intervening silence. Hux could not very well snap back at him while the whole room held it’s breath waiting for the next song. He /Thought Loudly/? What in the hell did that mean?
What they should have done was separated. They should have left it at that and continued on to other partners to continue the objective, but their conversation was not yet done. And as quickly as it had stopped, the band started up again on another slow waltz.
“Stay out. Of my head.” He said sharply as they stepped back together.
There was a moment of stiff indecision as both of them tried to take lead position, but then the music was advancing and they couldn’t very well stand there forever. Ren’s hand slid into place at his back, and he rested his reluctantly on Ren’s shoulder. So. Ren would lead. That didn’t mean anything. Dance was a collaborative exercise, lead and follow were symbolic at best. This had nothing to do with power, he was not giving Ren any power over him in allowing him to lead the dance. The measure came around again, and they were off. A similar waltz, with more of a progression, the whole floorfull of dancers spun counter-clockwise to the music. Hux idly noticed, while avoiding looking at Ren, that the Chandelier had begun to spin in the opposite direction at the same speed. He rescinded a small part of his initial refusal to be impressed. Whoever had programmed it’s grav-lifts had an aesthetic flare that he could appreciate.
Ren led just as well as he followed, gracefully turning them around the floor. His hand was very big on Hux’s shoulder blade and he was altogether far too aware of it’s presence.
Much to his chagrin, Hux was floundering slightly. His head was floating a bit more than he’d have liked, he had not followed in quite a long time, and he was not accustomed to dancing with someone taller than him. It should not have been difficult, it was the same basic steps, just in reverse, right back instead of left forward. He wasn’t even going backward more than he would have been, and yet Ren was practically carrying him through. He found himself wanting to look down, almost stumbling. The drills his childhood tutor had repeated over and over again rang in his ears. “The floor will still be there when you step backwards. Trust your foot to find it. one-two-three. one-two-three”.
Ren smelled nice.
One-Two-Three Hux repeated in his head, a bit louder as they moved in time. It was a complex scent, something spicy, ever so slightly sweet with a deeper undertone, almost an earthy scent. Sandalwood? Hux had not noticed before over the pervading metal smell of the shuttle or the food at the table, but now mere inches away, the perfume was quite pleasant. He could hardly have imagined that Kylo Ren would think to wear cologne, let alone that he seemed to have /good taste/. Hux tried very hard to focus on counting threes, and possibly going over starkiller’s schematics level by level and calculating current budget discrepancies, all to avoid wondering where he might have acquired it.
“That. Stop that. You think too much and too loudly.”
“Thinking is my job, Ren. You should try it occasionally. That and respecting the concept of privacy”
A swell in the music, and Ren raised their clasped hands. Hux did his obligatory spin under them, but his footwork left something to be desired. He stopped spinning when he should have, but his head did not, the room tilted dangerously, and suddenly Ren’s hand was doing more than just resting on his back. The wide spread of his fingers pressed hard into Hux’s shoulder blade, holding him up where he'd nearly stumbled disastrously. His breath caught and he held fast to Ren’s shoulder.
“Perhaps you should try thinking a little less and focusing a little more on dancing?”
The arm baring a large amount of his weight dug into his side, immovable as an iron bar. For once, Hux found himself speechless. Glad for the high collar of his dress uniform, and the fact he tended to blush from the chest up, as he was sure he was flushing furiously. As if on cue, the music transitioned effortlessly into an even slower waltz, intimately slow. The counterclockwise motion of the room ceased entirely as people found partners they wanted to cozy up to. Ren’s hand slid further back, resting firmly on the small of his back. Hux found himself all but swallowed up in him. Eyes level with the dark curls that loosely cupped Ren’s ear, mouth practically pressed to the folds of his cape where it cascaded over his broad shoulder.
“Relax” Ren murmured to the side of his head
“I told you to stay—“
“I’m not in your head, you're so stiff It’s like dancing with a droid”
Hux did realize he’d been tensing all of his arm and shoulder muscles, almost painfully now that he was aware of it. He forced himself to relax. “Stop doing that”
“Doing what?”
“Cutting me off. It’s rude” There was no venom in the words, he was smiling slightly into Ren’s shoulder.
Ren chuckled and he felt the puff of air on his ear. They were more swaying now than dancing, feet just barely moving. His footwork was perfect, now that he’d stopped thinking about it. If he stopped worrying for half a moment, it would have been very enjoyable. Until he heard the lift in the music that meant the song was coming to an end.
Ren shifted, pulling Hux to the right so they were face to face. He saw that Ren’s face, so strangely open, was pinkish around the cheeks, his dark eyes shining with something Hux could not quite decipher. He felt hot under his collar, their faces were mere centimeters apart. The room fell silent and they stayed like that for a full moment. He could see the indecision in Ren’s eyes, the quiet hope.
Hux did not give him the opportunity to make the choice.
He pulled away, trying to steady his breathing which seemed to have stopped at some point, straightening out his already perfectly straight uniform. “Thank you for the dance. Lord Ren” his tone was clipped, but still far too breathless. He either needed to have had one less drink, or quite a few more.
Without looking back, he left the dance floor.
—
Hux did not see Kylo Ren again after the awkward, silent shuttle trip back to the Finalizer. He summed up the event in a brief report, relaying the advances in wearing down Avarian hesitance to negotiate, the significant headway Ren had made on the Senator, and the Queen’s marked contentment with the agreement. All in all, a success. He did not put any mention of the dance with Ren.
If he didn’t know better, he’d think Ren was avoiding him. Or at least, making himself scarce. There were no outbursts, no wrecked panels. No terrorized officers. Three full days without a whiff of him.
And then, abruptly, he was back. As if nothing had changed. Hux arrived on the bridge a half hour early to his shift to watch the morning settle in around a well functioning ship, and Ren was there, looking out of the large triangular windows, as he so often was at odd hours.
Hux stepped up next to him, gazing out at the stars.
“General” The helmet inclined in his peripheral vision
He returned the nod “Ren”
They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, both looking out at the galaxy. Then Ren turned away, leaving in a swirl of robes, and just the vaguest lingering scent of something spicy, slightly sweet, with a hint of sandalwood.
Re: Kylux - Fancy Dinner FILL 3/3
(Anonymous) 2016-03-19 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)PLEASE IF YOU HAVE AN A03 ACCOUNT POST THIS THERE SO I CAN BOOKMARK IT AND COPY/PASTE THIS THERE AS A REVIEW.
Re: Kylux - Fancy Dinner FILL 3/3
(Anonymous) 2016-04-10 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)EVERYONE OUGHTA GET ON THAT SHIT!!
Re: Kylux - Fancy Dinner FILL 3/3
(Anonymous) 2016-03-20 01:41 am (UTC)(link)Re: Kylux - Fancy Dinner FILL 3/3
(Anonymous) 2016-03-20 06:20 am (UTC)(link)Let him glare daggers; Hux had a knife in his boot
A++
Re: Kylux - Fancy Dinner FILL 3/3
(Anonymous) 2016-03-23 04:44 am (UTC)(link)