[That particular grab gets a reaction from Hux, an obvious and more familiar anger rises from him as he tries to pull away from Ren.]
Let me go!
[Unfortunately, his anger only contributes to the further weakening of the wall, cracks splintering across until the building shakes and starts to collapse.]
Mm, yes. That's probably the best series of faces he's ever going to get out of Kylo Ren without initiating an aggressive game of Gay Chicken, so Kevin will accept this. He clicks the stupid ~fAkE~ lightsaber back off, and lets his totally unmarred foot fall back to the ground.
"It's a Helisium prop," he explains helpfully. "Congratulations, the most exciting bit of your culture has become a Helisium prop. I was terribly excited, for a terribly short amount of time. What a betrayal."
Another fire lights itself on his shoulder and wheezes back out again. Without paying much attention to it, he brushes the resulting salt off his shirt.
"Help me take it apart and sort out how to make it destroy things."
[Ren curses under his breath—if there wasn't any time before, there definitely is any time now.
Managing to spin Hux in the direction of the door before he wrests himself out of Kylo's grip, the knight forcefully—and with the Force—shoves the other man's chest, sending him flying backwards and out of harm's way.
The intense, determined look on his face is the last thing Armitage will see of him before the roof comes crumbling down.]
[Whatever remaining apathy Hux had instantly disappears when he sees the roof crash down on his partner. It all happened so fast; one moment he was safe against Ren's chest, the next moment he was shoved away and out of harm's way from the collapsing building.
For a moment, he continues to stand there, stunned, until panic and desperation begins to fill his eyes as he kneels down and tries to throw the rubble off Ren.]
Ren!!
[He thought that distancing himself would work, that he could stay angry or just not care, but deep down, he didn't want that.
And now his partner could be injured, dead, all because of Hux. The one person that has managed to make this place tolerable could be crushed under a building because of his pointless anger.]
Ren's mouth twitches with distaste when he hears the source of the fake saber. It's... ultimately not that surprising that they'd want to replicate one, but to do it in such a way is absolutely an insult that he doesn't exactly appreciate.
A part of him would like to show them a thing or two about what a lightsaber really is, and how it's not just a toy... but helping Regnard modify it to work properly?
[A heavy piece of roof shifts under Hux's foot, and a muffled but aggravated voice comes from beneath the large pile as Kylo attempts to move the rubble off of him.]
You're stepping on it—
[He could fling it off of him with little consequence to his own health, but he's not about to do something so drastic with Armitage in the way.]
"Well, if I could manage it on my own I'd have one by now."
Obviously.
"There's got to be a way to make it work that won't have me sustaining horrific amounts of anger for long periods," he continues, scowling down at the fake saber. "And even if I was able to get my sword to stand up to yours, it certainly didn't behave the same way as a proper lighstaber. So, there's got to be something more to it than that, some combination of emotions I haven't stumbled across yet. It was explained to me once that crystals are necessary even for the real ones so I imagine that's the best base no matter how you look at it, but even though they've clearly put a great deal of anger in this one to make it red there's nothing substantial to it, so perhaps an amulet crystal may work better? Something more personal? I've plenty of them sitting about but goodness knows what sort of blade you'd get trying to make a sword out of them, they're terribly messy."
Not that Kevin's thought about this or anything. He shakes the saber a little as he rants at it.
[Hux immediately steps away-- he actually backs up enough to give Ren some space. However, he doesn't help, mostly because he's just stunned to hear his voice, clear and not in any sort of pain. He thought... he thought that the worst happened to him.]
...Ren?
[Is he really fine? Although he looks at the rubble with some slight apprehension, a comforting smell begins to form in the area.]
[It only takes another few seconds for that rubble get tossed off to the side from the pile, and from it emerges a dusty Kylo Ren with a few scrapes on his arms and head. He's got a look of almost nonchalant distaste on his face as he observes the collapsed ruins, dusting his gloves and clothes off as best he can.]
I suppose this is another area for the committee to fix.
It's a little impressive how close the swordsman has come to recognizing what's needed for the basics of a saber. Of course, that doesn't mean Kylo's about to spill the rest of the secrets, as much as he'd like to discuss the intricacies of how his own amulet works with the rest of his Verens-made saber.
"As you said, it's a part of my 'culture.'"
Don't mind those red sparkles emerging around him or the slight narrowing of his eyes, Kevin. That's definitely nothing and he is taking this very seriously.
"Why should I share something so important with you? You already have a perfectly good weapon."
[...Ren is fine. He's standing in front of him, practically unharmed, and acting like everything that just happened is no big deal. He doesn't even seem angry at Hux.
For a moment, the general just stares at his partner, before taking a few brisk steps to pull Ren into a hug.]
...
[While he doesn't say anything, the tight grasp on Ren and the relief pouring from Hux probably says enough.]
[Kylo sees the hug coming, and holds Hux close, a gloved hand in his hair. He's just as relieved as Hux is to see him unharmed and at least less upset than he was before, and he's glad to stay silent for a few moments in that embrace.]
[Hux nods against him, but despite his agreement, he doesn't pull away just yet. He wants this moment to last longer... he wants to be close after trying to stay apart from Ren for a week now. It was difficult, far more difficult than he wants to admit.]
...I'm sorry.
[Probably the second time he's ever apologized to him.]
"That's like saying you aren't going to give me your snickerdoodle recipe because I've already got a perfectly good recipe for chocolate chip cookies," Kevin says flatly.
And immediately. He doesn't even have to stop and think about this metaphor. Because he is Kevin Regnard and everyone he's close to whether he loves or hates them turns out to be a sparkler, because that is just how his life goes. Ugh, Kylo's going to be a butt about this, isn't he? He fucking knew it.
[He's not going to argue for a longer embrace, especially after all the time Armitage has been distant with him. He takes in a slow breath, savoring the moment.
Apologies are rare from the other man. Kylo has learned to appreciate them when they come.]
[Normally, this is where Hux would keep silent or just return home without any more incidents occurring. However, not only does he keep his grip on Kylo, a quiet, but still audible comment comes from the general.]
[It means more than just waiting at home and existing in the same space occasionally. Even if he did spend time with Rey while Hux was gone, it doesn't erase his feelings for the other man.]
I'm not about to forget you just because you're not there.
[He's been truly foolish, hasn't he? Overreacting to this, thinking that Ren doesn't care at all despite the fact that he's been told otherwise numerous times. Hux can see now that he's been blinded by his own jealousy and hate all of that almost hurt Ren.]
...I was jealous. Afraid you were going to think I'm not as good as her.
"Creating a lightsaber is a rite Force-sensitives complete during their training," is Kylo response, as blase as he's capable of being.
"Some traditions even claim it's as important as a knight's life. It would be disrespectful to share all of that with someone who didn't understand the gravity behind it."
He is absolutely going to be a butt about it. If Kevin wants a lightsaber, he's going to have to fight for it. ... metaphorically speaking.
[Ah, it's the girl. She seems to be back in good health—which is about what he expected, after hearing of the efforts to gather her friends to restore her. What kind of mess caused all of that, he wonders.]
I did. I take it you've recovered fully?
[You know, no big deal. He just carried her bridal style halfway across the city.]
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