SUCH WAS THE INEVITABLE DUALITY of her precious & beloved red. all the sweetest fruits were of a florid scarlet, were they not ? nectar and juices with a decadent sweetness unrivaled : cherries, apples, pomegranate. and yet, how they share their beauty with such awful, abhorrent things : for blood and carnage and violence were red her beloved, cherished shade of red ! and hideous. he, who stands before her, red, red, red. whether in beauty or horrid corruption, she cannot yet tell.
it is the eyes which stare back that hold her body rigid. she, too captivated ( or is it frightened ? ) by the contrast of them against a blackened, blinking canvas cold, stringent metal replaced the greens and blues of the gorgeous vistas her home held dear. she ached for them, for home, for beauty. ❝ i am . . . i am needed here. ❞ the doll speaks with a quiver she resents, barely breaking past her lacquered tiers ; in her lap, against her scarlet silks, knuckles turned a ghastly - white. ❝ i do not wish to agitate you, ❞ blonde ringlets and eyes a lilac shade of fallen dusk, her purity notes his scowl, ❝ i - if i am. has the senate not told you of my purpose here . . . ? i should think not . . . forgive me, that did sound rude. i only meant to suggest that i . . that you ❞
she breathes. ❝ the way you’re glaring is awfully intimidating, i - it’s difficult to speak . . ❞
BUT FEAR ONLY FUELED THE FIRE , MADE IT stronger and more susceptible to other emotions , everything high strung and eager to calm down ( but so much more eager to either fight back or fly away — the instinct , fight or flight ) . her fear , her obvious discomfort at the mere action of him narrowing his eyes , made his heart hammer and grueling smirk threaten to MAR painted features . such was the duality of the color red . anger , to passion , to power , to freedom / love , to blood , to prick , to sleep . a terrible circle , this red , behind eyes and on lips and on skin and everywhere , coating hands ( she , thorn , he , MURDER ) and dripping until a puddle formed , mirror glance ( and yet reflection , too , was red and red and red ) .
❛❛ you , ❜❜ he started , inhaled , hissed ! ❛❛ you are needed here , yes , but not here . ❜❜ the planet , yes , the place , no , for this was his now , these marble halls , until he left — left with RED behind every step ( slay them all , maul , let them know safety is never possible in the galaxy . let them know they have a TRUE master ) . his master had told him to spare ONE , a messenger ! they would keep quiet ( he would made sure of that ) until the right time , when lights were about to fade , when darkness would take over , when messages would be told ( the sith have returned ! ) . ❛❛ the senate and i do not stand together , ❜❜ this he spat with such hatred — where was the senate NOW , princess , now that you’re in distress ? — such malicious intent his eyes seemingly flashed , yellow as the sun yet as hot , burning , as if they were about to collapse any second , twin stars dwindling and then CONSUMING .
he stepped up , forwards , and with hand pulled back , force taking hold of woman , and he ripped her from seat , flinging her behind his very being . hand closed tightly and but NO FORCE was added to close around thin throat — he lifted it and , with arm stretching out , held straight out from body , he pointed with index finger , snarl still on features ( yes , fear him , fear what he stood for and what he could do ! ) , go away / go away / go away , ❛❛ LISTEN to my words . realize for yourself . ❜❜
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