His remarks were not meant as compliments, but he did not miss the playful glint that crossed her eyes when she took them as such. She was laughing gleefully, as though proud of such detrimental traits; he could not tell, whether it was a mix of her narcissism, arrogance, or perhaps, judging by her previous actions, results of insanity, a deranged personality. To him, she was a conundrum of sorts; dangerous, and unavoidable.
She took a step towards him, before hopping onto and over the bar top with ease. He watched her quietly, with eyes that were of an impassive black, similar, and as lethal as the dark expanse of space. But her attention was not on him, but instead the daggers dirtied by her target’s blood. She found herself an old rag, …show more content…
It collapsed, a useless smoking heap. He remained his immutable self, unflinching at the added carnage. But he did not approve; he was a man who would kill without question, neither children nor women spared, yet, unnecessariness was something he did not indulge in.
The darkness is a powerful catalyst, but those that lose themselves to the bloodlust, the carnage, they were not true practitioners of the dark side, but simple thugs. She wasn’t a Sith, nor a Knight. But she was Force sensitive, and he knew she reveled in the desolation and ruination of those in her path. He was the opposite, cold and calculative, he took only what was needed, never more, never less.
When she spoke again, he noticed her eyes once more. Vivid and hauntingly violet, they were a contrast to his own. She leaned closer, her upper body crossing the counter top, their faces soon mere inches apart. She grinned, and he felt a sudden stir in the surrounding Force; an intruding grasp, much similar to Snoke’s ability to read one’s thoughts, but weaker, different. The Force swelled within him, a rising blankness that as much protected him as squelched her prodding …show more content…
She was enjoying herself, as though oblivious to the bleeding corpse behind the counter. He did not reply when she asked about the drink, and it soon became apparent that a response was not required. She emptied the glass in a single gulp, and the glasses clinked away as they returned to the durasteel bar top. Another contrasting factor, evident and discernible from his own non-alcoholic drink.
There were those who sought greater enhancement to their abilities outside of conventional ways. Alcohol, though a weak catalyst, was an example of one; it loosened one’s inhibitions, allowing themselves a greater envelopment of the dark side. He however, unable to feel such emotions, the catalysts do nothing for him. The dark side users relished in their emotions, while he, was the complete opposite. Dark and quiet, not like the crashing of waves upon the coming tide, but a gentle seep of rainwater against fingertips.
“Yes, Snoke is unforgiving,” he replied in the most literal fashion, completely missing the point of her veiled jab. Her grin grew ever wider, a mocking taunt, accentuated by the scars across the side of her cheeks. But he remained unfazed, she attempted to prompt annoyance, but it was an emotion unavailable to him. Their gaze caught, and she was greeted with the blankest of emotions, completely unaffected by her verbal taunts. It wasn’t his control of his emotions, but a complete void; of emptiness and of
She took a step towards him, before hopping onto and over the bar top with ease. He watched her quietly, with eyes that were of an impassive black, similar, and as lethal as the dark expanse of space. But her attention was not on him, but instead the daggers dirtied by her target’s blood. She found herself an old rag, …show more content…
It collapsed, a useless smoking heap. He remained his immutable self, unflinching at the added carnage. But he did not approve; he was a man who would kill without question, neither children nor women spared, yet, unnecessariness was something he did not indulge in.
The darkness is a powerful catalyst, but those that lose themselves to the bloodlust, the carnage, they were not true practitioners of the dark side, but simple thugs. She wasn’t a Sith, nor a Knight. But she was Force sensitive, and he knew she reveled in the desolation and ruination of those in her path. He was the opposite, cold and calculative, he took only what was needed, never more, never less.
When she spoke again, he noticed her eyes once more. Vivid and hauntingly violet, they were a contrast to his own. She leaned closer, her upper body crossing the counter top, their faces soon mere inches apart. She grinned, and he felt a sudden stir in the surrounding Force; an intruding grasp, much similar to Snoke’s ability to read one’s thoughts, but weaker, different. The Force swelled within him, a rising blankness that as much protected him as squelched her prodding …show more content…
She was enjoying herself, as though oblivious to the bleeding corpse behind the counter. He did not reply when she asked about the drink, and it soon became apparent that a response was not required. She emptied the glass in a single gulp, and the glasses clinked away as they returned to the durasteel bar top. Another contrasting factor, evident and discernible from his own non-alcoholic drink.
There were those who sought greater enhancement to their abilities outside of conventional ways. Alcohol, though a weak catalyst, was an example of one; it loosened one’s inhibitions, allowing themselves a greater envelopment of the dark side. He however, unable to feel such emotions, the catalysts do nothing for him. The dark side users relished in their emotions, while he, was the complete opposite. Dark and quiet, not like the crashing of waves upon the coming tide, but a gentle seep of rainwater against fingertips.
“Yes, Snoke is unforgiving,” he replied in the most literal fashion, completely missing the point of her veiled jab. Her grin grew ever wider, a mocking taunt, accentuated by the scars across the side of her cheeks. But he remained unfazed, she attempted to prompt annoyance, but it was an emotion unavailable to him. Their gaze caught, and she was greeted with the blankest of emotions, completely unaffected by her verbal taunts. It wasn’t his control of his emotions, but a complete void; of emptiness and of