if I'm still alive (what shouldn't I do?)
may your past be the sound (of your feet upon the ground) by dreabean for I_am_here_to_watch_you_suffer
25 Jun 2016
Ren stood and made his way over to the hooded man in the corner. He hooked his fingers in his vest pockets, putting on a deliberately easy going air. He could feel the eyes of the rest of the room on him, and with a small effort of will, gave them something to be distracted by.
He’d never grow used to the whispers and stares. The hooded man barely twitched when Ren dropped lazily down into the seat across from him. “Heard you were looking for a transport,” he said easily, modulating his tone to be friendly and curious. “As it happens, I’m looking for some passengers.”
The man’s head came up, not enough to show his face, just the lower half of his chin, covered in a patchy red beard. “Who sent you?” he snapped, a crisp Order accent curling around his words.
23 Jan 2017
“Do you miss it?” Ren asked, standing behind him with his arms loose about Hux’s waist. Hux made an inquiring noise without opening his eyes, leaning back against Ren’s bulk. “When this ship just had us and the droids,” Ren clarified.
Hux laughed quietly, tilting his head back to look at Ren’s profile. “Regretting your magnanimous offer to be the flagship of this particular colonization effort?” he asked, drolly.
Ren shook his head. “Sorry, at what point did I offer my ship or anything?” he asked, sounding a tinge incredulous. “I didn’t offer kriff and you know it.”