#prodigalsith

[bornbshella]

    critters could be heard singing amongst bushes and tall trees, night birds fluttered away from their homes as black smoke whistles up into the sky. whatever planet she managed to roughly land on, it doesn’t distraction from the amount of aches and pains that were coursing through her body. she could swear that death was at the very edge but not enough to have her give up. she opens her eyes to see blurry lights softly panning down at her, her back along the soft, brown surface of the jungle-like floor. a long, drawn out sigh pushed out -- at least, she was able to breath, meaning nothing serious was broken or have yet to be discovered. she figures her rival to be elsewhere or nearby. eden can still sense him in the force. she closes her eyes once more to bear the agony that comes forth when she tries to move her body from left to right and pull herself up.

@prodigalsith​ bc its angst o clock

[crimsonshe-a]

@prodigalsith​      /      ;)

     was it wrong for her to give into her hearts desires?    time and time again she finds herself questioning it.   she was strong,  determined and at the top of her game.  it doesn’t matter now,  qi’ra shouldn’t be bothering with such trivial things.  the thought flees her mind the moment she senses her guest entering her office.  the wine in her hand rises to meet her lips and she takes a sip,  not paying him any mind as she looks out of the yachts guarded windows as they rushed through the corridor of hyperspace.  the chilled liquid slides down her throat with ease as she listens to his footsteps close the distance between the two.  

     qi’ra lowers the glass from her lips just a bit,  curiosity rushes over her,  and she drops her eyes from the rushing of space to the floor.  her first thought was that he was there to end her but despite their differences,  that seemed hard to believe.  she remains silent,  head moving so that she may glance over her shoulder but her eyes don’t follow.     -    she lowers the glass in her hands to her waist,  her free hand coming up to support the bottom of the cup as she feels him stop merely inches from her.   qi’ra looks back to the windows once more,  chin held high.    “    is there something i can assist you with?    ”     she says it quietly,  just barely above a whisper.  no need speaking so loud when the other person was right there,  breathing down her neck and leaving chills down her spine.  

     qi’ra tries not to appear too tense,  but to say she wasn’t would be a blatant lie. that is until she felt one of his hands cup her arm,  the other moving strands of her hair to the side so that the skin of the area where her neck and shoulder met with a curve was exposed.    -   qi’ra shut her eyes,  trying to prepare herself for what his next move might be.   she tilted her head to allow him any access he might wish for,  while not trying to seem so... eager. 

[renliosarchive]

@prodigalsith​  sent  [ thigh ]  to caress lia’s thigh      »       ♡

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 ,   but isn’t that just what makes it all the more fun ?   she has him pinned beneath her  &   her smirk couldn’t be any wider as she holds a knife to his throat ;   enough for him to feel the cool blade ,   but not enough to actually hurt him ,   relishing in every single second of this success .   “it’s okay ,  darling .”   she purrs down at him .   “you can admit you were distracted by my charm .   you wouldn’t be the first man to fall victim to that.”   a finger runs across the side of his jaw as she hums happily to herself ,  thinking about what she should do with the prey trapped between her legs ,  but the touch to her thigh soon stops her in her tracks  &  she finds herself left speechless for a moment as she takes it all in.   “oh sweetheart .”   she muses mockingly as she tilts her head .   “you’ll have to try harder than that if you want me to let you be on top.”   she shouldn’t taunt someone so vicious ,  and yet she’s never felt so excited to .  “i have far higher standards than that.”

[olyteus]

     ❝  I’M  APPRECIATIVE  OF  YOUR  hosting  me.   it’s  heartening  to  hear  that  there  are  those  who  still  wish  to  discuss  the  possibility  for  peace.  ❞   it’s  been  some  time  since  kenobi  took  part  of  a  summit  meeting.   it’s  a  nice  change  of  pace  from  the  constant  fighting  he’s  been  part  of.

⤷ @prodigalsith​ / s.c.

[newpaths]

❝ it’s no use. ❞

@prodigalsith​

[nephils-archive]

                                                        hard times / @prodigalsith​ 

     ❝   not   to   sound   evil.      ❞   you   say   this,   knowin   definitely   that   your   next   statement   will   absolutely   sound   very   evil.   mother   talzin   would   be   very   proud   of   you.   this   is   who   she   and   maul   had   raised   after   all.   with   a   lot   of   your   own   attitude   and   skills,   added   in   for   a   lot   of   flavor.         ❝   but   the   ability   to   force   lightning   all   my   problems   is   exactly   what   i   wanted   growing   up.      ❞

     ❝   who   cares,   about   sword   use,   the   average   non   jedi   can’t   dodge   a   bolt   of   lightning   and   i’m   definitely   going   to   keep   doing   it.   even   if   it   draws   attention   to   me.   good.   then   maybe   my   master   will   hear   how   bad   ass   i’ve   become.   honestly   it   seems   like   a   win-win   scenario   to   me.   ❞  

[forcewokena]

            ❝   there’s  no  use  in  𝐒𝐏𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  on  me  ,  ❞       her  voice  is  steady  ,  carrying  well  enough  that  she  has  little  doubt  the  other  can  hear  her  .      ❝  𝒊  𝒄𝒂𝒏  𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆  𝒚𝒐𝒖  .  ❞

                                                                                            @prodigalsith​  /   starter call

[bornbshella]

    memory served for the brief moments she’s taken in and tried to connect. they were fleeting and almost unreal to believe that the apprentice once visited this estate more often than not. then again, many of her memories have faded to a white noise and distant static in her mind. the term ‘birthright’ flutters her chest nervously. what birthright did she have, aside from the place they stood? her head turns to sion with furrowed brows, curious to know where he leads with his words,  “ ‘home’? ”  wasn’t she born elsewhere? not here on a near-destroyed war planet? she straightens up, holding her breath to what he might tell her next. in truth, she can feel the force and its rawness unfolding before her, peeling away at her soul one strip at a time,  “  how do you know if this was my ‘home’?  ”

@prodigalsith​ | x.