Oh what a tangled web we weave (Jack) ((uncensored))
Feb 21, 2016 4:03:47 GMT
Post by Admin on Feb 21, 2016 4:03:47 GMT
OOOooooo....
Sahra seethed as she paced her room for the third time in as many hours.
How could he have done that? Kissed her then just walked off!
Sahra had taunted Jack and he had gotten even. The problem was, it didn't feel even. Sure, men had kissed her before. She was no stranger to the games of body and bed that people played. But they had been pawns... stepping stones... targets...
... they had been meat!
But that wasn't what Jack was.Jack wasn't meat, or weak, or a stepping stone. Ok, she could admit he was a stepping stone. He was teaching her to be a better Sith, hopefully, someday, one of the best. But that was different. She didn't have plans to kill him. Well, at least not for quite a long time, and even then the thought made her stomach revolt. "I can't kill him... but why?" She growled as she paced her room and wondered how long it took for stone to wear.
Grabbing up her daggers, Sahra grabbed her cloak and stalked from her room. She went down the hall and down the back stairs. Heading out through a back door she often used, she was soon storming around the outter edge of the Keep. But everywhere she looked, there was someone sitting, or she felt it wasn't right. It was the middle of the night! How in the galaxies could she not find some solitude.
Wandering further around the place than she had in the past, she rounded a corner and was nearly blinded with moonlight. The great orb shown with enough brightness she could have read. But that would require sitting still and she was in no mood to remain still.
Tossing her cloak to the ground by the base of the building, she pulled out her daggers and looked around. It was merely a small clearing space that encircled the manse. There was no garden here and no small trees. Frowning at lack of targets, she noticed a tree just on the other side of the wall. It rose high enough she could still use it. And the wall here was only about ten feet high and flat on top, though not wide. She could easily leap it if her dagger failed her.
So she began, spinning, whirling, throwing daggers at the target tree and then trying to lift debris into its path to stop it or give it something else to land in. She imagined throwing a weapon at an assailant, then Force pulling something additional to bear to give the enemy two fronts to concentrate on. "He can't love you, Sahra, you're a killer." Her mind laughed at her.
As she practiced this, with about fifty-fifty accuracy at intruding an object directly into the knives' paths, she let her mind wander.
"But he is, too. Isn't that common ground? Make it worth it?" She tried to reason with herself as she threw another dagger.
"You are so weak! Do you really thing corpses are what could keep you together? He loves another. You could never compare to her." The voice in her mind reminded her of the look in Jack's eyes when he said he had been played before and wouldn't again.
"But I wouldn't! She hurt him... I never would." She tossed a bit of tree branch and missed the target completely as the knife hit the wall and fell with a soft thud on the grass.
"He'll never want you...." The voice laughed.
"NO!" This time her voice gave way and she hollered it as the thrust the knife with additional Force so hard that it actually embedded itself in the edge of the stone wall's top.
She had wanted that kiss, had thought of it often. But had he kissed her because she had taunted him? Goaded him? Hurt him? Was he doing it to hurt her? Or had he wanted it too?
Her emotions ran hot and her mind unshielded. Her mental curses aimed at a man she didn't really want to curse. Which made it worse.
Little did the midnight haired vixen realize, but only a floor or two above her head were the quarters of the target of her frustration, anger and desire. If she had known, perhaps the tree would have been spared.
Sahra seethed as she paced her room for the third time in as many hours.
How could he have done that? Kissed her then just walked off!
Sahra had taunted Jack and he had gotten even. The problem was, it didn't feel even. Sure, men had kissed her before. She was no stranger to the games of body and bed that people played. But they had been pawns... stepping stones... targets...
... they had been meat!
But that wasn't what Jack was.Jack wasn't meat, or weak, or a stepping stone. Ok, she could admit he was a stepping stone. He was teaching her to be a better Sith, hopefully, someday, one of the best. But that was different. She didn't have plans to kill him. Well, at least not for quite a long time, and even then the thought made her stomach revolt. "I can't kill him... but why?" She growled as she paced her room and wondered how long it took for stone to wear.
Grabbing up her daggers, Sahra grabbed her cloak and stalked from her room. She went down the hall and down the back stairs. Heading out through a back door she often used, she was soon storming around the outter edge of the Keep. But everywhere she looked, there was someone sitting, or she felt it wasn't right. It was the middle of the night! How in the galaxies could she not find some solitude.
Wandering further around the place than she had in the past, she rounded a corner and was nearly blinded with moonlight. The great orb shown with enough brightness she could have read. But that would require sitting still and she was in no mood to remain still.
Tossing her cloak to the ground by the base of the building, she pulled out her daggers and looked around. It was merely a small clearing space that encircled the manse. There was no garden here and no small trees. Frowning at lack of targets, she noticed a tree just on the other side of the wall. It rose high enough she could still use it. And the wall here was only about ten feet high and flat on top, though not wide. She could easily leap it if her dagger failed her.
So she began, spinning, whirling, throwing daggers at the target tree and then trying to lift debris into its path to stop it or give it something else to land in. She imagined throwing a weapon at an assailant, then Force pulling something additional to bear to give the enemy two fronts to concentrate on. "He can't love you, Sahra, you're a killer." Her mind laughed at her.
As she practiced this, with about fifty-fifty accuracy at intruding an object directly into the knives' paths, she let her mind wander.
"But he is, too. Isn't that common ground? Make it worth it?" She tried to reason with herself as she threw another dagger.
"You are so weak! Do you really thing corpses are what could keep you together? He loves another. You could never compare to her." The voice in her mind reminded her of the look in Jack's eyes when he said he had been played before and wouldn't again.
"But I wouldn't! She hurt him... I never would." She tossed a bit of tree branch and missed the target completely as the knife hit the wall and fell with a soft thud on the grass.
"He'll never want you...." The voice laughed.
"NO!" This time her voice gave way and she hollered it as the thrust the knife with additional Force so hard that it actually embedded itself in the edge of the stone wall's top.
She had wanted that kiss, had thought of it often. But had he kissed her because she had taunted him? Goaded him? Hurt him? Was he doing it to hurt her? Or had he wanted it too?
Her emotions ran hot and her mind unshielded. Her mental curses aimed at a man she didn't really want to curse. Which made it worse.
Little did the midnight haired vixen realize, but only a floor or two above her head were the quarters of the target of her frustration, anger and desire. If she had known, perhaps the tree would have been spared.