Thoughts scrolled like words on a screen in my head. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since I had last seen him, other than in brief passing on the ship. I tried to keep my mind from wandering to the best of my ability during working hours, knowing that at any second, he could peek inside and take a look.
It was easy when there was business to attend to, but otherwise, the lines he traced, the gloved fingertips against my skin left marks that stung every second of the day. The ghost of his lips still lingered, burning a passionate, unspoken hole in the center of my forehead. I could still feel the weight of his body against mine as he tried so desperately to rid himself of the conflict causing a riot within him.
He wanted me to rule beside him and take my rightful seat as if I were meant for it. I had always considered myself to be a fairly confident individual, but a natural-born leader? That wasn’t me, Hell, it was far from.
Visions are never just visions. His words tangled in my head; brain snakes. I had seen us in the center of the throne room, after all. It had to mean something, didn’t it? And if it did, there were a decent amount of hurdles that needed to be leapt over in order for it to come to light. Hux followed the man around like a little, lost wookiee, the strength I held in The Force wasn’t nearly enough to be considered a person at the front end of the galactic order, and Supreme Leader Snoke would have to show some level of approval in the matter.
Snoke.
Master Ren was set to speak with him that day. The thought of what this particular confrontation would include floated in and out as I worked, a mindless hum located in the back of my brain. I was in the midst of note-taking when the pounding of a few pairs of feet yanked me away from my busy work. He came by, a heaping, black mass of cloaks and robes, helmet now fixed and fused to his face. General Hux stood at his heel, hands wrapped around the back of his torso. His face was one of little to no amusement, an all too usual expression for the distasteful ginger. Troopers marched in an organized line behind the both of them, blasters in hand.
When they reached me in the middle of the hallway, Hux stopped dead and the troopers dispersed like gnats, but Kylo kept on walking. I felt his cowl brush my arm, leaving me, yet again, with that undeniable burning sensation.
The General took a breath, preparing to speak to me.
“Official 1311.”
“General Hux, sir.”
I was patiently waiting for the call to my station, a call that would, oddly enough, never come. My eyes searched the General for any sign that I should be prepared for the worst…bombs to be launched, another planet to be destroyed…but the strong posture he held slowly diminished as Kylo’s robes vanished down the corridor.
I gently cleared my throat and craned my neck to look up at him, “Does he need-?”
Hux sighed, defeat now settling like stone in his chest, “I don’t believe so. Seems he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Probably best just to let this one go for now.”
I tried to swallow the worry down as the General nodded towards me, “Please proceed with work, Official. Thank you for your time.”
He received a nod back before taking a few steps away and turning the corner. I looked into the space where Kylo once stood, a thought poking at the sides of my mind for only a moment before reacting. Closing the section of work on my data-pad and stowing it away for later, I began to make my way down the hall.
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The Healer (A Kylo Ren Fanfiction) *COMPLETE*
FanfictionMy job was one of much importance on the Finalizer, one that many believed to be the most dangerous. Supreme Leader made it a routine of his to let open the floogates, allow the strength of his childish rage to seap through, and General Armitage Hux...
