Something shifted in her student's demeanor, and Hrist was met with the same softness she'd seen from him before – except now it was much softer, it made her feel somewhat wary. From what she'd learned soft people tended to cause more harm than those who weren't, and a flash of confusion and caution glinted in her eyes.
The smile on her face was replaced with cautious curiosity, head tilting slightly to the side as her gaze never left Xeno's. Emotions she could not name surrounding him, a flash of warm colors swirling around his head like some sort of a halo. It was hard to look at – and when the yellows of his eyes melted away to give way to natural blues, Hrist's brows furrowed lightly with mounting curiosity.
The Marauder let him take the lead – she'd given him the order, after all. She felt him pull her close and she allowed him, moving willingly but still just as wary.
A confession? Did he do something behind her back? When she wasn't watching? Something that might incur her annoyance or ire, perhaps? While she could just rip the confession off his head with the use of the Force Hrist decided to be patient with Xeno and let him set his own pace. She could feel that this was of utter importance to him, but his hand suddenly coming to cup her cheek nearly had her pulling away.
Hrist disliked having her face touched, with the exception of her Father. But she would not scold Xeno for it. She'd neglected to tell him about it, anyway. Now that she was thinking about it, her dear student hadn't met her Father yet. Maybe she should take him to Naboo one of these days, show Father her contributions to the Sith–
The Marauder fought the urge to lash out, to slash at Xeno's face with her nails when he leaned in close. She knew that it was the Acolyte leaning down towards her but somehow another face overlapped with his. A man in a lab coat, glaring down at her with visceral disappointment and Hrist was back to bring that scared little girl again, before she met Father, back to the first few days she found herself becoming one of the subjects for the Cadre Project–
The thread snapped.
A slender hand shot up to curl delicate fingers on Xeno's jaw, nails digging painfully against his skin. The Acolyte would be treated to the sight of a wide-eyed Hrist, her face pale and gaze unseeing despite locking gazes with him. One look was all it would take for Xeno to realize that his Master's mind suddenly wasn't present with him any longer. Her free hand was clutching the front of his suit in a death grip.
"Don't get too close," she hissed at the vision coldly through gritted teeth. "I will gouge your eyes out and feed it to your fellow Cadre Masters."
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The smile on her face was replaced with cautious curiosity, head tilting slightly to the side as her gaze never left Xeno's. Emotions she could not name surrounding him, a flash of warm colors swirling around his head like some sort of a halo. It was hard to look at – and when the yellows of his eyes melted away to give way to natural blues, Hrist's brows furrowed lightly with mounting curiosity.
The Marauder let him take the lead – she'd given him the order, after all. She felt him pull her close and she allowed him, moving willingly but still just as wary.
A confession? Did he do something behind her back? When she wasn't watching? Something that might incur her annoyance or ire, perhaps? While she could just rip the confession off his head with the use of the Force Hrist decided to be patient with Xeno and let him set his own pace. She could feel that this was of utter importance to him, but his hand suddenly coming to cup her cheek nearly had her pulling away.
Hrist disliked having her face touched, with the exception of her Father. But she would not scold Xeno for it. She'd neglected to tell him about it, anyway. Now that she was thinking about it, her dear student hadn't met her Father yet. Maybe she should take him to Naboo one of these days, show Father her contributions to the Sith–
The Marauder fought the urge to lash out, to slash at Xeno's face with her nails when he leaned in close. She knew that it was the Acolyte leaning down towards her but somehow another face overlapped with his. A man in a lab coat, glaring down at her with visceral disappointment and Hrist was back to bring that scared little girl again, before she met Father, back to the first few days she found herself becoming one of the subjects for the Cadre Project–
The thread snapped.
A slender hand shot up to curl delicate fingers on Xeno's jaw, nails digging painfully against his skin. The Acolyte would be treated to the sight of a wide-eyed Hrist, her face pale and gaze unseeing despite locking gazes with him. One look was all it would take for Xeno to realize that his Master's mind suddenly wasn't present with him any longer. Her free hand was clutching the front of his suit in a death grip.
"Don't get too close," she hissed at the vision coldly through gritted teeth. "I will gouge your eyes out and feed it to your fellow Cadre Masters."
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