Kylo Ren's eyes flash yellow-red even before he has the chance to lash out and grab Ezra by the throat, and he does it with his own hand, the Force be damned. The temperature skyrockets, patches of grass suddenly aflame. His grip is plenty to threaten, but for now he allows the young man to breathe.
"Don't you dare," he warns, his voice quiet but trembling with emotion—anger chief among them, but not the only one. "I would never insinuate that. I would never force my own child to suffer what I did, tossed aside and abandoned because I was too much of a complication."
If there's too much of a shine in his wide eyes, perhaps it will be masked by their eerie color.
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Date: 2018-03-11 01:21 am (UTC)"Don't you dare," he warns, his voice quiet but trembling with emotion—anger chief among them, but not the only one. "I would never insinuate that. I would never force my own child to suffer what I did, tossed aside and abandoned because I was too much of a complication."
If there's too much of a shine in his wide eyes, perhaps it will be masked by their eerie color.