Recent content by Deva Gendrel

Such words normally wouldn't have incensed her so much. But it was that look, the words, that sank into her mind. She suddenly remembered Felucia; no one had cared then. All of her efforts, all of her pain, to be tossed aside like a broken thing once the battle had been lost. Walking amongst...

Again, that blessed chill to fuel the fire she already felt simmering in her veins. She didn't know why that purple-eyed male aggravated her so; her fury, tightly leashed, began to strain, and when a drink was handed to her, for a moment she hadn't registered immediately the deep voice that...

Amythest met amythest, and the moment Tiamat seemed to glance at this other, this male, an all-too-familiar feeling flickered to life deep within her chest. Fury. Pure, unadulterated rage flared, and she itched with the urge to choke the life from the man's eyes, a color so similar to her...

When Tia held her tighter, Deva suddenly flushed a deep scarlet. Warmth raced down her spine and pooled in the pit of her stomach as she regarded the other woman suddenly clutched her tighter. Not that Deva minded in the slightest. Rather, she reveled in the moment, of being able to...

She grinned down at the woman's serious expression, splaying her fingers out further at the small of the woman's back as her words touched her mind. Shamelessly, violet eyes met those of blue, and she cocked her head slightly, pressing her fingers lightly against the woman's spine. However...

It was strange to see the woman being so open. The last time they met, Deva was awkward, unsure of how to approach, but seeing the other woman so at ease gave her a little more confidence. Perhaps not recklessly so, but she would have to see. It was nice to be seen, for once. To be greeted by...

Oh. She recognized her. Her heart felt quite literally as though it would skip a beat, and for a moment, she paused, looking at the woman as she even called her by name. So surprised was she that the woman actually remembered, that she was at a loss for words. However, her arm around her...

Deva wasn't shy to meet eyes; when Darth Raze stared back, she neither flinched nor shied away, but met his gaze squarely, intrigued by the red sheen that ghosted his eyes. She wanted to get closer, to examine his eyes and perhaps speak, but the male had seemingly vanished. Exhaling slowly in...

Being a plus-one was tedious at best and dull, at worst. Since the battle of Felucia, Deva had kept herself considerably below the radar, biding her time to make a calculated appearance, though that time in isolation was never in vain. Steeping herself ever more in Darkness, she waited...

The hex bolt made her stagger back briefly, but the woman wouldn't escape that easily. The bolt got caught in her blade making her arm flick back from her swing, releasing a snarl, but when the woman attempted to land she wouldn't have the triumph to stand to. Catching her weight as the woman...

Seriously. This woman was almost all innuendo, she wanted Deva on her back and they didn't even have drinks yet. She grunted in annoyance when the woman leaped up from her movement, immediately beginning to shift, and when she began to leap overhead, she reacted quickly. As the witch began her...

Ah poison, sweet poison. Why was it so many of their legion assumed she cared for her life? They put so much value into their own, that the words that echoed back to her were no more than affirmations, that the objects that swam into focus would matter. Her ex's voice, mocking, sneering. A...

It was mildly disappointing the woman had to bring the flames back to her, but what did she expect? That she would simply perish in the flames like the witch she was? Naturally not, but feeling the pulse of rage and pain was a bitter satisfaction. When the flames roared back to meet her, Deva...

She grunted as the power slammed into her, breaking her focus and sending her back and once more gaining distance. Bending her knees to adjust the push back and gain her footing once more, she felt the pressure around her throat, and an odd thing occurred. Deva... smiled. A full-blown...

A simple Push was the door to many things; it was a matter of time until the two women would clash, but she wouldn't waste her time or energy batting back and forth. Using the Push, she amplified it to gain distance from her opponent's reaching slash, instead moving opposite the attempted swing...