☎- drunk, questionable voicemail message

kylocanyounot:

Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.

He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.

“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.

“No,” Techie mumbled into his chest, snuggling. “N-no sleep. I need… Finish… Mmm.” Seconds away from dozing off, he sluggishly pressed a kiss to the edge of Ren’s mouth.

And then he started to snore. LOUD.

☎- drunk, questionable voicemail message

kylocanyounot:

Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.

He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.

“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.

“I DO unders-s-stand! When a bird and a b-bee feel very w-warm inside, then-” His iron grip loosened suddenly and he fell backwards onto the mattress like a rag doll. It was getting hard to keep his eyes open.

“Th-then the Ren has to… He’s g-got to- mmm.” Techie felt himself sink into the covers as if it was quicksand. His eyelids seemed to weigh more than his body and his eyes crossed.

Even a gallon of energy drinks couldn’t protect him from the eventual crash.

As he was on the brink of sleep, he held out his arms towards Ren and made grabby hands.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Techie’s brows furrowed. “Why would you h-have to kill something so beautiful?” He squinted at Ren, confused. Without realizing it, he began running the pad of his calloused thumb over Ren’s knuckles as he thought.

Finally he asked, “Is th-this a Force thing?” A little embarrassed at his lack of knowledge, Techie smiled sheepishly up at him and bit his bottom lip. “S-sorry, but I’m out of my element.”

He met Ren’s intense gaze with his own hopeful one. “I’d like to know, th-though.”

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Techie takes Ren’s hand carefully in his own. “I c-can see your shine. It’s lighting up th-the whole Finalizer!” He laughs a little and adds, “You can’t see it, but *my* eyes can p-pick up the light coming f-from inside of you.”

Techie pokes Ren’s chest right over his heart. “From right there,” he says, confident.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

There’s a heavy pause in the conversation as Techie struggles to organize his thoughts.

Finally he settles on whispering, “I think y-you and I were made of the same star, Ren.” It’s a strange thing to say, but as soon as it’s out there, he’s sure of it.

They’d been orbiting around each other, always just out of sight, until their collision earlier today. And despite the insanity of it, Techie already feels closer to him than anyone ever before. Perhaps stars recognize particles of themselves in others.

☎- drunk, questionable voicemail message

kylocanyounot:

Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.

He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.

“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.

“Nooo… Ren you don’t *understand*! I meant what I s-said! I want you to d-do it nooooowwww!” Stubbornly, he clung to Ren and refused to let go.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Troubles momentarily forgotten, Techie gets closer to the view and presses his hands against the window, awestruck. “I can s-see why,” he breathes.

“Everything seems so s-small when you look at space.” He turns to Kylo and gives him a lopsided grin. “Like you’re n-nothing but dust. But in… A good w-way?”

☎- drunk, questionable voicemail message

kylocanyounot:

Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.

He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.

“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.

“No meds,” Techie slurred. “No s-sleep either!” He snuggled himself into Ren’s chest and then leaned up to whisper in his ear, “All I s-said was-”

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Techie felt something slip into his thoughts. It was a strange sensation, and his initial response was to fight it, but once he realized it must have been Ren, he relaxed and opened himself up to it.

Far too long he’d been tightly closed down, holding onto his fears and terrors as if they’d save him. Maybe it was time to show someone. And who better to understand than a mind-reader?

Techie closed his eyes and showed Ren his scariest memories of MaMa: grinning wide with bloody teeth, her breath on his ear with the knife edge brushing his stomach, the feeling of her fingers pushing deep within him as he sobbed, helpless to stop it.

Suddenly it felt much too overwhelming to show ANYONE, so Techie cut off the flow of memories and shrank back against the wall, nearly bumping into the doctor, who had been watching with some interest.

“I’m s-sorry,” he said.