She's the Force. He looked deep into her eyes, seeing what she wanted him to see, taking it all in at once. His heart froze and it was as if the world around them stopped spinning. His eyes flashed red again for the briefest of moments. He reached out with his hand, touching her cheek.
'If you're the Force,' he whispered to her, 'then it is you I've been feeling, hearing and embracing all along. If you are the Force... then you're mine.' A deep, warm voice, haunting and tempting. The voice of Death himself.
He had to let it out, the sensation she filled him with. He had to let it all go, before it would consume him wholly. Above all; he had to let her feel the same sort of sensation, if he wanted to keep up with her in this game. He focused on her, and let the darkness flow.
He reached out with the Force, draping it over her like a cloak. He let it run over her skin, touching her everywhere at the same time. As if a thousands hands were upon her. And then his eyes turned all black, the opposite of her whites. Still he let the Force run over her body, following her delicate form. A sensation so intense, it might have smothered her.
He pushed away her dark hair, so he looked at her neck. He slowly leaned in closer to her and then his lips were on her skin. He kissed her neck only for a moment before he looked into her eyes again and said: 'I could've bitten you and tasted your blood. I could've seen all your possible futures.' Still he overwhelmed her with his darkness, as she overwhelmed him with hers. It was as if he was all around her, like it was as if she was all around him. 'But you're too special to die now,' he said.
His dark aura became visible around him. His eyes were still deep pools of black. In the distance he could hear a serene singing and he wondered if she could hear it too. It was an angelic singing, a singing he had only heard in the Void before. If she was the Force, then it had to be her singing, but he knew it wasn't her. The sad, melancholic melodies stayed in the background, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. A mystic, haunting sound, similar to the sound of his own voice, though his voice was, of course, deep and warm instead of high and serene.
'Let me take you away,' he said to her, gently stroking her hair. 'Let me take you to the darkest place. Fly with me,' he leaned in again and whispered her name in her ear, 'Andraste...'
A game, and a dangerous one at that, was what they were playing. Who was in control? Who was leading the dance? It was just that what made this all so spectacular. Oseth would drown the girl in his infinite darkness, but she would do the same with him.
He had something to show to her, so that she might truly awake to the darkness that was everywhere, but she had to float away with him willingly. He couldn't and wouldn't force her to do anything. That was not how this game should be played.
He eyed her with black eyes half shut. He placed his hand on her shoulder, immediately releasing the coldness of his darkness upon her.
The remaining Sith in the valley fled into the academy; terrified at the sight of them, because they didn't understand what was going on.
He wondered what she was thinking. He wanted to know what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. He wanted her to give in to him.
He wanted to embrace her.
After all; she's the Force.
'If you're the Force,' he whispered to her, 'then it is you I've been feeling, hearing and embracing all along. If you are the Force... then you're mine.' A deep, warm voice, haunting and tempting. The voice of Death himself.
He had to let it out, the sensation she filled him with. He had to let it all go, before it would consume him wholly. Above all; he had to let her feel the same sort of sensation, if he wanted to keep up with her in this game. He focused on her, and let the darkness flow.
He reached out with the Force, draping it over her like a cloak. He let it run over her skin, touching her everywhere at the same time. As if a thousands hands were upon her. And then his eyes turned all black, the opposite of her whites. Still he let the Force run over her body, following her delicate form. A sensation so intense, it might have smothered her.
He pushed away her dark hair, so he looked at her neck. He slowly leaned in closer to her and then his lips were on her skin. He kissed her neck only for a moment before he looked into her eyes again and said: 'I could've bitten you and tasted your blood. I could've seen all your possible futures.' Still he overwhelmed her with his darkness, as she overwhelmed him with hers. It was as if he was all around her, like it was as if she was all around him. 'But you're too special to die now,' he said.
His dark aura became visible around him. His eyes were still deep pools of black. In the distance he could hear a serene singing and he wondered if she could hear it too. It was an angelic singing, a singing he had only heard in the Void before. If she was the Force, then it had to be her singing, but he knew it wasn't her. The sad, melancholic melodies stayed in the background, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. A mystic, haunting sound, similar to the sound of his own voice, though his voice was, of course, deep and warm instead of high and serene.
'Let me take you away,' he said to her, gently stroking her hair. 'Let me take you to the darkest place. Fly with me,' he leaned in again and whispered her name in her ear, 'Andraste...'
A game, and a dangerous one at that, was what they were playing. Who was in control? Who was leading the dance? It was just that what made this all so spectacular. Oseth would drown the girl in his infinite darkness, but she would do the same with him.
He had something to show to her, so that she might truly awake to the darkness that was everywhere, but she had to float away with him willingly. He couldn't and wouldn't force her to do anything. That was not how this game should be played.
He eyed her with black eyes half shut. He placed his hand on her shoulder, immediately releasing the coldness of his darkness upon her.
The remaining Sith in the valley fled into the academy; terrified at the sight of them, because they didn't understand what was going on.
He wondered what she was thinking. He wanted to know what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. He wanted her to give in to him.
He wanted to embrace her.
After all; she's the Force.