Creatures // Kylux

XVIII

Hux pounded desparately on Kylo's door.
"Kylo? I want to talk to you."

On the other side of the door,
Kylo was ignoring him.
It was like Hux wasn't even there to begin
With.

"Kylo, please."

Squares of waterproof paper surrounded
Him.
A bowl of water sat in front of him.
Kylo was folding the papers into crisp
Cranes and Swans.
(So therapeutic. So easy to forget Hux.)
They were in an array of colors,
And as soon as he finished creating
One,
(He could be a God too)
He gave the origami the freedom of will
To float endlessly in that bowl
Where Spider happily drowned
At the bottom.

All he had to do was add his finishing
Touches to the last ones.
Make them supernatural.

Hux grew impatient.
(Going against that whole patience
Exercise he did with Kylo;
Phony bastard.)
He vowed to never use them
Unless in a dire situation.
He knew he was plainly abusing
His power now,
But to General Hux,
This was the ideal dire situation.

He hastily searched himself for it,
And it came out with a jingle.

Hux had earned the key ring,
The one that possessed
A solo key who could open anything,
After he proved himself worthy.
He was responsible and cared about
His job, unlike Ren.
That's why he never earned his.

He found the elusive keyhole,
And inserted the keys.
He didn't need to turn it.
Just upon scanning the door would open.

There he was.

On the floor right in front of him,
Playing with paper.

Hux brought himself to Kylo,
Sitting criss-cross in front of him,
Staring with yearning eyes.

Kylo refused to look back,
Though he could see Hux's knees.
They were disfigured through the water.

He loathed it.
"What are you going to say."

Hux took a deep breath,
As if preparing for the most important
Speech of his lifetime,

"I was wrong."

Kylo's eyes widened and
Dilated pupils glued themselves to Hux.

The trepidation Kylo felt in that moment
Was a far worse agony than death itself.

"I talked to Phasma. And I was so wrong. I mixed caring and loving to be the same thing. She made me realize that you can care about someone without loving them. I care about you Kylo, but I don't love you."

((I don't love you))

Kylo didn't say anything.
His heart was talking now.
It was crying.
Begging and pleading with Kylo's body
To allow it to rip out of his chest
And burst out rotten blood.
It wanted to weep on the floor and shriek
In despair until
Death's vultures finally found it to
Nip at it tenderly.

Yes, that was true agony.

Yet,
His heart couldn't do it.
It refused to stop skipping beats as
Hux's words endlessly rewound themselves
In Kylo's brain.

((I care about you.))

It was like cuddling up to a fire
With no heat,
But it made Kylo feel good enough.

And then it just slipped out.
"I-I care about you too."

His knees trembled and
Needy hands shook violently.

Before the tears could greet Hux,
Kylo knocked over the bowl.
Origami screamed beneath his knees
As the bowl relieved itself of its contents,
Finally ending in Kylo springing into Hux's
Arms.
(Wet knees didn't matter)

He took refuge in his shoulder as the
Tears fell, in fear of Hux seeing them.
If he did, he would probably say Kylo was
Overreacting.
Though in truth, Hux knew.
He knew Kylo was horrible at hiding the
Fact that he was crying.
Hux coddled him.
It was probably the most intimate he
Ever felt.
(Dare he even say he liked it)

And as revolting at it was,
Kylo kissed his monster face

But

Hux didn't look like a monster anymore.
He looked more like a human.