Vaede/Exvind: Yahoo Me (for tartmuse)
Yellowed eyes locked onto that mirrored mask. She would concede - though never aloud - that he'd made a fascinating choice with the ornamentation. Forcing Sith to stare at themselves in a macabre reflection...it was a dangerous but delightful game she would have to play with her toy the next time she unchained him. And oh how he squirmed and fumed somewhere, knowing that his Lady and Mistress was dining with the madman.
The madman, however, was rather like an owl at this point. Despite his erratic pacing, twitching, and mis-matched humming, his head mask remained affixed to hers, neck spasming and rolling so that the contact was never broken. He *was* getting wine everywhere though. An annoyance, but more at his expense than hers. She had managed to get him to appear at her choosing, not his. That was the victory this night...the intent was to celebrate her other victories and that of poor, desperate, hungry little Valaseth.
The masked Sith had other plans. Of course he did. And she bared her teeth at the prospects. Darth Exvind knew how to put on a show.
"SLAVES! No. No no not slaves just one one slave that-is-all-I-need yess. One. just one right now yes disposable. Not really disposing no repurposingreusingremaking. AH. Remaking. You. Yes. You would know all about that hm-mey-yes. Yesss you would. THOUGH. Though. Yes. Had a thought. Lost it. No. Never had it. That's a lie. Yes .No. right. Well! Your torture - GOODBUTCOULDBEBETTER!"
That...that had not been what she was expecting. Her grip around her glass grew ever so tighter.
"Seeeee? RIGHT THERE-small nick. Chip. Can hurt others but neverfocusingonthe Pain. Heavy Pain. I See how - will show you. Alwayslearning here- IS A CELEBRATION. My gift. Gift to you. Knowledge yes...better understanding of Pain - AH THE SLAVE IS HERE PERFECT! COMEDARTHVAEDESLASHVALASETHRIDER! Let's celebrate.."
