[It's an odd solution to the problem of undone equilibrium that's plagued them ever since Ren thought to establish control via throwing the General down across the glossed surface of his own desk. Overcompensation, back and forth in a cyclical rhythm until-- this. Instead of craving Hux's absence, Ren strives for an indulgence only the General himself can grant. Every request met with a twin to match. Equal. Balanced.
And it means that Ren says nothing for a second as his focus pools along the narrow, muscular jut of Hux's bare hip as he turns to discard his shirt, the faded bruises still a brilliant mottled contrast.
His fingers lift to peel away the weight of his cowl, pick loose each fastener that holds the outermost layer of his coat in place. For all of Hux's extravagance when it comes to that regulation uniform, Ren's seemingly simple clothing is at least twice the endeavor to displace: overcoat, undercoat, the pleated shirt and collar that lie beneath, more than a full minute passes before he's undressed enough to match, gloves still clinging to his skin.
The look he angles upwards once it's done is nothing short of expectant. Ta-da.]
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Date: 2016-03-22 12:49 pm (UTC)And it means that Ren says nothing for a second as his focus pools along the narrow, muscular jut of Hux's bare hip as he turns to discard his shirt, the faded bruises still a brilliant mottled contrast.
His fingers lift to peel away the weight of his cowl, pick loose each fastener that holds the outermost layer of his coat in place. For all of Hux's extravagance when it comes to that regulation uniform, Ren's seemingly simple clothing is at least twice the endeavor to displace: overcoat, undercoat, the pleated shirt and collar that lie beneath, more than a full minute passes before he's undressed enough to match, gloves still clinging to his skin.
The look he angles upwards once it's done is nothing short of expectant. Ta-da.]