Poe marches forward just as Hux stumbles and all the fighting stops.
The pilot presses against the General’s side, trying to still him for a moment, all while murmuring under his nose. “Red,” he says once and when Hux reacts with a scowl and even more twitching, he starts using more intimate nicknames. “Love,” he says all while ignoring Hux’s attempts to push him aside and gets a hold of General’s slim wrist, keeping his grip strong but being careful not to hurt the ginger.
“What have you done to me?” Hux mumbles. His face is ghostly pale and shadows are dancing on his cheeks. He blindly reaches for Poe.
“I drugged you,” admits Poe carelessly. “I knew you would be difficult about it.” He reaches into Hux’s sleeve and takes out a small dagger, then presses a quick kiss again Hux’s forehead. “I’ll keep this for a little while. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“You think you know about pain?” Hux says. He’s almost smiling but mostly snarling, his wet hair still slashed across his forehead. “With your– Fucking cape, and your mask?” He gestures at Kylo’s face as if the helmet is there, covering him now. “You infant. You could have had everything you wanted, with this power you were given, with those people who already worshiped you, the ones who really made you. You threw it away, fucked it all to hell, and for what? To end up here, with me, in the unluckiest place in the galaxy? Drowned slowly by the bloody rain? Well, congratulations, because here we are. I hope this is exactly what you fucking wanted, Ky-lo.” – Ceasefire
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