[ When Kylo catches his scent it's reassuring but not, making her pick up her pace. Reassuring because it's him but not because this was most assuredly not an area of the ship he's supposed to be anywhere near. She'd given orders how many times now? If people were choosing to disobey when she's not around then that's a bigger problem then simply this. (Or is it? Her priorities had always been a bit out of sorts but now that she's bonded with Poe it's not just the Force she sometimes feels in conflict with.) Then again, it was wholly possibly it was merely Hux being a spiteful bastard and not so much a symptom of a larger issue.
Perhaps she needs to charge one of the Knights to keep watch when she has to tend to something that will have her off-ship, or create a special position. It's not like she could take Poe with her every time she needs to tend to business elsewhere. Or she shouldn't, anyhow, no matter that part of her feels like she should have him near as often as possible.
Her thoughts veer sharply away from rational planning once she lays eyes on him, emotion surging within her the way it so easily could. She makes a gesture to release the restraints before she's even near the door to the cell, though that's just as quickly dealt with. ]
Are you hurt? [ She can sense an injury but the words fall out anyway, unable to even try and keep concern out of her voice, her eyes sweeping over him.
And then she catches the residue of Hux's scent on the air and something twists inside her, hot and angry. She's going to kill him. Slowly, painfully. Or maybe she would just push him out an airlock. Kylo doesn't know what happened but it doesn't matter. Poe is hers. For anyone else — especially Hux — to lay their filthy hands on him...
A low, displeased growl comes from the back of her throat, the sound not directed at Poe. She's going to fix this. And then she's going to think of a thousand ways to make Hux suffer. ]
Come on, you're not spending a moment longer down here.
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Perhaps she needs to charge one of the Knights to keep watch when she has to tend to something that will have her off-ship, or create a special position. It's not like she could take Poe with her every time she needs to tend to business elsewhere. Or she shouldn't, anyhow, no matter that part of her feels like she should have him near as often as possible.
Her thoughts veer sharply away from rational planning once she lays eyes on him, emotion surging within her the way it so easily could. She makes a gesture to release the restraints before she's even near the door to the cell, though that's just as quickly dealt with. ]
Are you hurt? [ She can sense an injury but the words fall out anyway, unable to even try and keep concern out of her voice, her eyes sweeping over him.
And then she catches the residue of Hux's scent on the air and something twists inside her, hot and angry. She's going to kill him. Slowly, painfully. Or maybe she would just push him out an airlock. Kylo doesn't know what happened but it doesn't matter. Poe is hers. For anyone else — especially Hux — to lay their filthy hands on him...
A low, displeased growl comes from the back of her throat, the sound not directed at Poe. She's going to fix this. And then she's going to think of a thousand ways to make Hux suffer. ]
Come on, you're not spending a moment longer down here.