They walk to the hangar side by side. Kylo is not exactly sure why Hux is going with him but he’s silently glad. They aren’t talking but there’s enough said between them by the companionable moment. They have unconsciously synced their strides, their heels clicking on the floor at the same time. Kylo’s shuttle is ready for him, a pilot waiting. Kylo hesitates before he walks up the ramp. The Supreme Leader has been very vague about how long his mission would take and it may take months before he sees Hux again. He’s almost sad, almost angry that he has to leave now when he and Hux made such progress. He couldn’t name what has been budding between them, but it is something. And now he’s leaving. When he gets back, Hux may easily be back to hating Kylo. He doesn’t want that. “Hux,” he turns to the General. Hux turns his head to him, attentive, almost too quickly as if he has been waiting for Kylo to speak. Kylo loses his courage. He has no idea what to say. “Always so witty, Ren,” Hux remarks but there’s certain fondness in his voice. “I just wanted to tell you,” Kylo starts, “before I leave… I hope you won’t hate me when I return.” “Don’t be so melodramatic,” Hux says but he flushes a little, “just come back and you’ll see.” Hux leans closer to Kylo and kisses him lightly on the cheek before turning around and walking away. Kylo freezes and turns bright red. Well now he really needs to return soon.
(just a little something I’ve been rolling around in my head, based on the folk tale of Vasilisa and Baba Yaga, with a heavy dose of Gogol’s Dikanka stories)
Hux knows better than to look for the Fern Flower on Kupala Night. It had been a childish dream, once: find the elusive, sorcerous bloom in the forest, and learn the tongue of birds, open any lock, see all the treasures men keep hidden, take whatever shape he desires.
Ferns don’t bloom; he knows that now. Still, chores finished, he watches the rest of the villagers light the bonfires and dance. At midnight, he takes off his wreath, and lets the daisies and clover float downstream, hoping to divine his future.
Kylo has no interest in the villagers’ festivities, though he takes the offerings they leave at the forest edge.
Still, Kupala Night means power. At midnight, he douses himself with water from the river, and gathers the dreams floating downstream for his witch’s brew.
Jules' Kylux Stuff 