𝚑𝚞𝚡. (tage) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-03-01 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, armitage hux, poe dameron |
Who: Poe & Hux
Where: Hux's room.
When: Monday morning.
What: Waking up together.
Status: Completed.
Warnings: So much fluff.
Dreams were uncommon for Hux. Or if he did dream at night, it was usually something unpleasant. Some awful memory that his subconscious refused to let go of or some fear that had been lurking in the corner of his mind. But that night, he'd dreamt of stars. Like the rest of those from his particular galaxy, Hux missed residing in space. He didn't miss the war, but he did miss the thrill it gave him. But most of all, he missed the view from his window of his suite aboard the Finalizer. He missed the dark, endless void, dotted by burning balls of gas and far-off planets and the ataractic sensation it brought. And that evening, and all throughout the night, Hux had possessed that warm, calming feeling. When he awoke the next morning, he realized it hadn't gone away; that soothing warmth. His initial thought was that it was residual peace from the dream. However, Hux was very quick to realize he was not alone in his bed, and the heat he was sensing was from the body that was still tucked away in his arms from the night before. This wasn't the first time he had woken up with Poe. However, it was the first time that it had happened inside the hotel. It was so surprising that the ginger had to lift his head, making sure that they were indeed still in his room. Hux's heart immediately began racing in his chest, torn between excited and wary. Excited - hopeful - that maybe, this wasn't a one time occurrence. That maybe, their marriage was more valid here at the hotel than Hux had expected and he could now sleep beside his husband whenever he wished. But the hotel rarely ever gave without expecting some sort of payment in return, right? What if there was a catch? Scattered as his emotions were at the moment, Hux tried not to move. He didn't want to accidentally rouse Poe. The pilot was so very beautiful when he was asleep; those dark lashes against his skin, that curly hair a mess upon the pillow. Normally, Hux rose early in the morning, before the sun peeked over the horizon. But not today. No, he'd remain right where he was, not budging an inch until his sweet partner decided to wake. |