Asminys wasn't deep in meditation, nor was it a peaceful one. He felt chained to the decision he had made, to let the younger Sith live. In his minds eye his arms were bound up and away into the blackness of the night, tight chains of thorns wrapped them and prevented him from fully achieving submersion in the boiling sea of rage that dwelled within him.
He could feel Emryc stir from his slumber. His earlier choice with which he still grappled was now utmost in its finality. Perhaps he could overwhelm the injured Sith and take his life still, but his mind strayed from thoughts of murder to another form of taking.
"Yes." He responded simply, eyes still closed as the younger Sith as blurted out his accusation. The confusion in his voice was evident. Understandably so, Asminys was certain that if their positions were traded, he would almost certainly be dead, or at the very least left for it.
"No." He responded again, still maintaining his unfulfilling meditation as the mental chains hauled him up further from what he sought. There was no helping it. He had made a choice and now he could only hope he hadn't chose wrong.
"I don't need you." He answered, once more a simple confirmation of what the Sith already knew. He didn't need the younger Sith, he could have left him for dead or killed him and found his own way off the planet. And then he asked the question this had all been leading to, the question that Asminys had been meditating on and struggled to find an answer for. He knew the answer of course. He had felt it ever since he had seen the younger Sith's scars laid bare, shuddering under the stroke of the whip as blood and sweat dripped down his naked flesh.
"Because I desire you." He opened his eyes and fixing his golden gaze on the younger Sith's silver. He could see the rage burning in the younger Sith's eyes and Emryc would see it mirrored in the red-gold iris' of Aminys. A rage that burned so hot that it would consume the entire galaxy if it was only given the chance. A rage that would laugh as it slaughtered entire systems, only to be unfulfilled. A rage that would burn and burn until it left nothing but a husk. But beneath that, passion and desire that had smoldered since the day he had laid eyes on Emryc's devotion to the darkness that they both served.
He could feel Emryc stir from his slumber. His earlier choice with which he still grappled was now utmost in its finality. Perhaps he could overwhelm the injured Sith and take his life still, but his mind strayed from thoughts of murder to another form of taking.
"Yes." He responded simply, eyes still closed as the younger Sith as blurted out his accusation. The confusion in his voice was evident. Understandably so, Asminys was certain that if their positions were traded, he would almost certainly be dead, or at the very least left for it.
"No." He responded again, still maintaining his unfulfilling meditation as the mental chains hauled him up further from what he sought. There was no helping it. He had made a choice and now he could only hope he hadn't chose wrong.
"I don't need you." He answered, once more a simple confirmation of what the Sith already knew. He didn't need the younger Sith, he could have left him for dead or killed him and found his own way off the planet. And then he asked the question this had all been leading to, the question that Asminys had been meditating on and struggled to find an answer for. He knew the answer of course. He had felt it ever since he had seen the younger Sith's scars laid bare, shuddering under the stroke of the whip as blood and sweat dripped down his naked flesh.
"Because I desire you." He opened his eyes and fixing his golden gaze on the younger Sith's silver. He could see the rage burning in the younger Sith's eyes and Emryc would see it mirrored in the red-gold iris' of Aminys. A rage that burned so hot that it would consume the entire galaxy if it was only given the chance. A rage that would laugh as it slaughtered entire systems, only to be unfulfilled. A rage that would burn and burn until it left nothing but a husk. But beneath that, passion and desire that had smoldered since the day he had laid eyes on Emryc's devotion to the darkness that they both served.