He laughed harshly when Poe fell to his knees. He tried to stagger back to his own feet, revitalized by his enemy's defeat, but his legs wobbled under him and he sank back to his knees.
"You look so much better in the dirt, Dameron," he gasped, laughing though he was kneeling in the dirt himself. But he could see Dameron's eyes go unfocused, so he released his chokehold for a moment. He let the man take two desperate breaths before he closed his throat again. "You won't black out on me yet, Dameron, not yet, I'm not done with you yet."
They'd been so close that Kylo could easily reach him, haul him up by his collar and pull him close with what pain-fuelled strength remained - once again creating a picture of intimacy. "I'm going to tear you into pieces before you die."
From afar, if you didn't notice the blood soaking his black robes, or the color of Poe's face, it would indeed look as if Kylo was pulling him close for a passionate kiss.
Wan and colorless, a mere mockery of the blood-red passion it could be.
"You look so much better in the dirt, Dameron," he gasped, laughing though he was kneeling in the dirt himself. But he could see Dameron's eyes go unfocused, so he released his chokehold for a moment. He let the man take two desperate breaths before he closed his throat again. "You won't black out on me yet, Dameron, not yet, I'm not done with you yet."
They'd been so close that Kylo could easily reach him, haul him up by his collar and pull him close with what pain-fuelled strength remained - once again creating a picture of intimacy. "I'm going to tear you into pieces before you die."
From afar, if you didn't notice the blood soaking his black robes, or the color of Poe's face, it would indeed look as if Kylo was pulling him close for a passionate kiss.