littleststarfighter:

Some may call it a curse
A life like mine
But others, a blessing
It’s certainly a lonely life
But a fulfilling one and the best
It’s my cross to bear
And I’ll bear it gladly
Someone has to take a stand against evil
Why should it not be me? –within temptation, why not me.

unlikelymilliner:

For @the-negotiator

The Knights of Ren are taking parts of Hux to create something – a lock of hair, a little blood, he notices a nick but just assumes he cut himself shaving. Then he discovers the talismans – a hanging chalice of damp soil above his bed. Not dirt but earth, rich and dark and strangely warm to the touch. And little totems with red hair, his hair, meticulously braided with black.