[He's taken to resting. Shirt stripped to expose the bandage to the cool air, laid out on his back, fingers running lazy circuits across Anakin's saber. It's calming, that tangible promise that he's finally taken back what's rightfully his. Soothes the agony boiling under his skin.
For now, he almost feels at ease—
At least until Hux's tension filters back in, heavy as a blanket as it settles across his skin.] What.
[It isn't sharp or livid, doesn't function as a dismissal, though he's clearly been shaken from his own forced reverie.]
no subject
For now, he almost feels at ease—
At least until Hux's tension filters back in, heavy as a blanket as it settles across his skin.] What.
[It isn't sharp or livid, doesn't function as a dismissal, though he's clearly been shaken from his own forced reverie.]