when hux first meets kylo, he thinks he's an overdramatic fuck who'll be killed in the first week because he's zero common sense and a flair for tantrums.
when kylo first meets hux, he thinks he's a malnourished, one-man advert for anaemia who won't last a cold night, let alone the entire winter.
they end up huddled together anyhow when shrapnel turns one of their comrades to mush just feet from them. funny how being covered in viscera and shaking like a shitting dog can create a bond with someone.
they check each other over for injuries afterwards, hands trembling and not meeting each other's eyes.
they don't talk for a week afterwards.
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the second thing they bond over is home.
they're from drastically different backgrounds, but wheras letters from home are greeted with whoops and excitement from the other lads, kylo and hux both remain silent.
kylo gets a sickeningly worried letter from his parents, saying how they can pull some strings, they can fetch him home, please kylo, please come home.
hux gets a three line postcard from his father saying how he's bringing honour to their family and nothing else.
their eyes meet as they huddle around the fire with the others. hux throws his into the flames. kylo copies him. the corner of his lip twitches upwards, and hux gets a strange thrill run through him that he attributes to the freezing weather.
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hux runs out of matches a week before christmas. he isn't expecting a present from home - he never does - but when supplies are running so low he almost wishes he was due something.
he's pacing furiously, feet soaked through, cold and miserable, when kylo steps out of the shadows where the bunks lie.
"need help?" he says, sounding almost amused.
hux wants to punch him with a sudden, rippling viciousness.
"i wouldn't if i were you." he says, and plucks the cigarette from where it dangles from hux's lip.
then he does the strangest thing.
he presses his bare finger to the tip of it, and holds it there for a second or three, crease of concentration between his brows.
"what are you-" doing is as far as hux gets before shock stupefies him. the cigarette lights, smoke curling upwards and drifting away into the dusk sky. he's lit the cig without matches. seemingly with only his hands.
hux snatches his fag back and grabs kylo's hand with the other, feeling over it. his fingers are all cold to the touch. not even normal body temp, let alone hot enough to burn.
"a trick." he murmurs, peering into kylo's blackish eyes.
"there's no trick." he replies, then retreats back into the darkness.
hux stares after him for an age afterwards. definitely a dirty trick.
this will probably be another 1 or 2 parts long. hope you enjoy, anon!
[FILL] warmth and other far off things 1/2
when kylo first meets hux, he thinks he's a malnourished, one-man advert for anaemia who won't last a cold night, let alone the entire winter.
they end up huddled together anyhow when shrapnel turns one of their comrades to mush just feet from them. funny how being covered in viscera and shaking like a shitting dog can create a bond with someone.
they check each other over for injuries afterwards, hands trembling and not meeting each other's eyes.
they don't talk for a week afterwards.
-
the second thing they bond over is home.
they're from drastically different backgrounds, but wheras letters from home are greeted with whoops and excitement from the other lads, kylo and hux both remain silent.
kylo gets a sickeningly worried letter from his parents, saying how they can pull some strings, they can fetch him home, please kylo, please come home.
hux gets a three line postcard from his father saying how he's bringing honour to their family and nothing else.
their eyes meet as they huddle around the fire with the others. hux throws his into the flames. kylo copies him. the corner of his lip twitches upwards, and hux gets a strange thrill run through him that he attributes to the freezing weather.
-
hux runs out of matches a week before christmas. he isn't expecting a present from home - he never does - but when supplies are running so low he almost wishes he was due something.
he's pacing furiously, feet soaked through, cold and miserable, when kylo steps out of the shadows where the bunks lie.
"need help?" he says, sounding almost amused.
hux wants to punch him with a sudden, rippling viciousness.
"i wouldn't if i were you." he says, and plucks the cigarette from where it dangles from hux's lip.
then he does the strangest thing.
he presses his bare finger to the tip of it, and holds it there for a second or three, crease of concentration between his brows.
"what are you-" doing is as far as hux gets before shock stupefies him. the cigarette lights, smoke curling upwards and drifting away into the dusk sky. he's lit the cig without matches. seemingly with only his hands.
hux snatches his fag back and grabs kylo's hand with the other, feeling over it. his fingers are all cold to the touch. not even normal body temp, let alone hot enough to burn.
"a trick." he murmurs, peering into kylo's blackish eyes.
"there's no trick." he replies, then retreats back into the darkness.
hux stares after him for an age afterwards. definitely a dirty trick.
this will probably be another 1 or 2 parts long. hope you enjoy, anon!