[Hux wasn't even considering the idea that Kylo can't use his powers right now, despite him being in bed and recovering from his own fate back home. It's just many times before, he used the Force to get Hux to fall in line and much to his anger, he had no choice to obey or suffer even worse consequences. So, a part of him is counting on Kylo suddenly choking him or tossing him against the wall. It has always been the most effective way in getting him to back down and Kylo sure didn't mind doing that to him.
But none of those things happen.
A hand gently placed against his face, the vulnerability and pleading still apparent, and somehow, Hux stops the blade just an inch from Kylo's face. It would be so easy right now to run the blade through him, finally having the upperhand against him. It should be a simple motion, but there's an underlying sadness radiating from Kylo, a force just as effective as his actual power that stays his hand, although Hux would never want to admit that. Past his own anger is a deep grief that he doesn't want to deal with, even as it settles in his chest and causes his arm to shake, the blade lightly vibrating in front of the former knight.
His revenge is so close, but the comfort from Kylo's hand--]
No. Don't.
[Hux finally speaks, his voice cracked with emotion and he seems to struggle with himself, as if forcing himself to move the blade closer to Kylo. The tip begins to poke into the vulnerable side of his face, a warning-- maybe an inevitability, but it never presses deeper.]
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But none of those things happen.
A hand gently placed against his face, the vulnerability and pleading still apparent, and somehow, Hux stops the blade just an inch from Kylo's face. It would be so easy right now to run the blade through him, finally having the upperhand against him. It should be a simple motion, but there's an underlying sadness radiating from Kylo, a force just as effective as his actual power that stays his hand, although Hux would never want to admit that. Past his own anger is a deep grief that he doesn't want to deal with, even as it settles in his chest and causes his arm to shake, the blade lightly vibrating in front of the former knight.
His revenge is so close, but the comfort from Kylo's hand--]
No. Don't.
[Hux finally speaks, his voice cracked with emotion and he seems to struggle with himself, as if forcing himself to move the blade closer to Kylo. The tip begins to poke into the vulnerable side of his face, a warning-- maybe an inevitability, but it never presses deeper.]