Ask What Will You Tritonite

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc couldn’t help but smirk behind the mask as she seemingly struggled to admit that she was impressed. The men began to choke and cough, dropping to the ground. It took several moments, but before long, everyone was down. There was nothing but silence, Emryc’s gaze fixed on the screens before him.

He finally stepped back when the worker crawled back through the vents and walked into the room. He was thrilled at what happened, thanking the two Sith relentlessly. Emryc cut him off halfway, “Go find the tritonite by the cave entrance and get them to safety.”

Emryc turned and began to leave the room. There were times when he liked drawing the saber, but other times he simply liked orchestrating things. At the end of the day, he liked being lazy whenever possible, and that generally led to ingenuity.

“We will want to meet with the ruling council here to tell them about the benefits of having us as protection,” He mused aloud.

“They’re all in a prison,” The worker said, “It has some specialized guards, but taking this facility out means they won’t have reinforcements.”

Emryc sighed as he kept walking, addressing Elina this time, “It appears we have more work to do.”

 

[Elina Zelle]

The movie was quite good but it didn't last long. The sound of coughing and blasters could only be heard for a minute or so before everything went quiet. "Annnnd scene," Elina concluded and bounced her head left to right, "Was hoping for a small twist." She had to admit, the plan worked perfectly and barely put them in any danger. It was practically perfect and one she wouldn't have thought of.

The worker came back out from the vent, glee exploding from his face but Emryc sent off before he could excitingly squeal to them about what he did. Then he was on the move again and she smirked as she followed, realizing that the man really never did stay in one place. He spoke out loud about how they needed a meeting with the ruling council. The worker revealed that they were in prison but their reinforcements were decimated.

When Emryc commented about work, Elina couldn't help but smile before she cast a glance up to that helmet and silver eyes behind them. "I know you're not a big fan of that. Think you can handle it?" Unlike him, it was actually exciting for her and he would be able to sense it swirling within her, the exhilaration.

Elina turned around but continued walking with them, her eyes focused on the worker, "Where is the prison exactly?"

The worker glanced between them before answering, "It's near the spaceport. Allows them to catch anyone that tries to leave and also gives them a quick escape route if they need it." Elina spun back around on her heel as they reached the door that led to the speeders and the remaining tritonite. She cast another glance towards Emryc this time, "We'll have to make sure to keep it contained in the prison then." Mercs probably didn't care about the tritonite and could possibly pop a few civilians. It didn't hurt her but it hurt their chances of appearing like legitimate protectors if it happened.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc didn’t respond to Elina’s quips about having more work on their hands. In truth, he was perfectly content with heading back to the bar to have a drink there for the last time. Once the tritonite were back in power, the planet would likely go back to being dry. He listened to the worker explain where the prison was, privately glad it was at least back the way of civilization.

They made their way back towards the speeders and vehicles. This time, Emryc took his own bike, deciding he could do without Elina’s hair slapping his face. The workers helped the tritonite out and Emryc revved up the engines to start heading back. The ride back was uneventful, but one of the workers led the way towards the prison.

Unlike the other facility, this appeared to simply be a canyon. It wasn’t entirely clear there was a prison until the worker pointed out a terminal built into the face of the earth. Emryc couldn’t help but marvel at how discreet it was - the prison was hidden in plain sight.

He turned to look at Elina, “I’m serious,” He said curtly, “No barging in this time. If we’re not covert, this will have too much civilian casualty.”

 

[Elina Zelle]

They entered the small cave once more as all the tritonite glanced in their direction. The tension left them when they realized it was the two Sith and Elina felt like there was some irony to that. Emryc got on his own bike this time and that made her chuckle, either throwing it up to her speed or her hair. The entire group left the cave with the two Sith in the front as they rode toward the prison.

The tritonite and one of the workers split off and made their way to the spaceport. There was no reason for all of them to go to prison and it would just be more heads for the pair to stress about if they did it. When they arrived at the canyon, Elina swung her leg over the speeder and walked over. These mercs sure loved their valleys.

Both of them stopped at a rock wall and Elina was confused for a second but then she sniffed and caught a plethora of unique smells. Metal, electricity, and even sweat filled her nose and there was definitely something hidden. When Emryc turned to tell her that he was serious about their need to be covert, she cast a glance at him before giving him a nod and salute with a pair of fingers. That was all she said before walking over by the terminal and crossing her arms on the wall to wait.

The worker then went to the terminal himself and examined it for a few moments. He pulled out a panel and crouched to jerry-rig some electrical wires. After a few moments of this, there was a click before the door slid open. Elina smirked, "Not bad." She pushed off the wall and stepped inside.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The inside of the facility was clearly not under any kind of alert. The other facility had been taken down without anyone being able to send out a distress signal. Emryc strode right in, not spotting anyone immediately. He glanced around for cameras, spotting one. Thankfully they did not track motion and were fixed. Emryc used the Force to nudge it ever so lightly so it still gazed on the hallway but just enough to allow them to pass.

He hugged the wall as he passed, skirting right past the camera. He could spot a merc standing in the opposite end, facing out. He was fiddling around on his comlink. Emryc quickly came up behind him, quietly snapping his neck in one sweep. He grabbed the comlink and the man’s keycard, dragging the body over to toss into a nearby closet.

Emryc turned to look at the worker that came in with them, handing over the keycard, “Get into the control room and walk me through the prison,” He said. Before the worker could protest, he looked at Elina, “Go with him and kill anyone in the control room. Don’t set off any alarms.”

The control room would have comms that they could use to contact Emryc. They would have full visuals and allow Emryc to progress through the facility and kill people off one by one.

 

[Elina Zelle]

Elina was half expecting there to be a squad of mercs once they stepped inside but there was nothing. It seemed no word had gotten out of their escapades. Emryc took out the first merc and camera they came across quickly. This was different from most of the prison as he actually took the lead on this one. She could definitely get used to the efficiency he worked with, certainly made things easier.

The keycard and commlink were snagged from the body and he tossed it to a worker, pretty much ordering them to go to the control room and be his guide. When she was told to follow him and basically protect him, Elina glanced between the two of them before sighing softly. "Come on darling, let's go have some fun." Emryc really didn't seem like the type to argue with on these points. He seemed to be in his own space on how he wanted to proceed with this and Elina was actually okay with it.

The worker and Elina navigated through the hallways easily. She used the force to tilt up any following cameras as well after the first before returning them to their normal spot after they passed. It wasn't too long when the pair finally found the door to the control room and the worker pointed at it. As she stepped towards it, there were two guards and before they could notice her, she shot her hands out and lifted them up off the ground. They struggled for a moment before Elina simply slammed both their heads against the metal behind them and let them drop.

The worker approached the door and slid the keycard through the mechanism. It gave a green light to let them know it worked and Elina pushed him out of the way before stepping inside the room. Most of the people inside could barely turn around before she launched herself into the middle of the room, both of her lightsabers activated and flooding the room with red light. Her actions were like a blur as her blades struck out of their own accord. When it was done, burn marks covered the walls and ground but the equipment was left untouched.

Elina stepped towards the screens and could see Emryc on the screen as she spoke through her comm, the armor almost perfectly blending into the shadows. "Quite dashing from this angle." The worker finally came in and witnessed the carnage inside but he quickly made his way to the screens and sat down. "Alright, we're in." Emryc would hear keys clacking before the worker's voice came through again, "So far, I'm counting about fifteen, maybe more." There were a couple clicking of keys before her voice came through again, "You have a small group of four about to turn the corner on you."

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc didn’t move too much until the others were in place. He heard Elina’s voice come in and a faint grin graced his face beneath the helmet, “From most angles,” His smooth voice cut in over the comms as he began to walk then. He was alert as he proceeded, though he could be more relaxed without the threat of cameras. Elina and the worker had full visibility into everything.

When the worker mentioned the four coming around the corner, Emryc spoke back, “Lock down the doors behind me,” He said curtly as he turned the corner and stepped through a doorway. The four men immediately jerked to attention, but it was too late by then. In the video, Elina would see the men thrown into various directions. Emryc strode through the hall, saber out as it was a whirlwind of motions that sliced and cut in his path. He purposely held the two men that hadn’t been killed yet against the ceiling.

He took his time, finishing the job on the two men before he arrived at the ones he held in place, lowering them mid air. He flexed his fingers and there was a sick crunch as the men bent backwards unnaturally. The fingers relaxed as the bodies dropped into a heap. The fringes of Emryc’s robes brushed over the bodies as he stepped forth and through the next doorway, closing it behind him.

“Lock down the doors behind me,” He repeatedly calmly as he kept walking, awaiting the next instructions.

 

[Elina Zelle]

Emryc's comments would earn a soft chuckle from her that would reverberate through his ear. "You're quite biased, I'll be the judge of that. You are off to a good start however." Eh, she was biased too but most likely not as much as he was. Elina's eyes would track him through the screen, occasionally flicking to another to make sure there were no surprises coming for either of them. It appeared they were the navigators then and she pulled up a chair beside the worker and put her feet on the table.

When they were asked to lock the doors, Elina lifted one foot as she glanced at the screen to check the door before using that same foot to drop her heel on the correct button. It trapped the mercs with Emryc and he quickly made short work of them as even Elina couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped her from watching people get flung around. It baffled her that their kind could just make people they wish to be their personal rag-doll and it seemed even easier for him.

He asked once more for the doors to be locked and Elina lifted that same foot before dropping it on another button. Emryc would be able to hear the thick metal locks slide into place. She placed two fingers on her ear and pressed as she spoke to him, "Head straight and then take a... left. The door there, it should lead to the hallway that connects to the supermax section of the prison." That's where the ruling class would be and really their intended target. Emryc wouldn't be able to get very far before metal panels in the wall began to slide down due to his presence. Four IG droids in total came out, two on a rack that slowly came out of the wall. It wouldn't be long before their limbs came to life and they simply just dropped to the ground with a thud. They all stood up in synch, their red optics spinning until they locked on the Sith. "Wasn't expecting that."

The first of the droids charged with no fear at Emryc as it pulled out two blasters from its compartments and began firing upon him as it duel-wielded. The others pulled out their blasters but before they could fire upon Emryc, Elina quickly slammed one of the release buttons. The doors that the panels were in between opened and regular prisoners stumbled out as they were entirely confused. One of the IG's turned to a prisoner as the procedure took over, "Back in the cell." The tritonite spit on the droid and got shot in the chest as payment. That's when all hell broke loose and every prisoner tried to dogpile on the remaining three droids and leaving Emryc with the one.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc sighed as the droids appeared, knowing that he had a situation on his hand. To make matters worse, the prison doors abruptly opened. He hissed into his comms, “The hell are you doing?” One of the few times his words had a sliver of anger in them. He focused back on the droids, watching one of the prisoners get shot and the others jumping on them.

While Emryc only had one to deal with, letting the prisoners die defeated the entire purpose of the mission. Some of them were leaders in the community. He used the Force to send the prisoners flying back into the cells, yanking one of the droids as it began to fire shots. He spun the droid around so it peppered the other droids with blasterfire. This caused the other droids to turn on the seemingly rogue droid.

Emryc sent his saber flying as he used the droid as a shield, the blade whizzing through the air to slice through another one. This left three droids, one of them severely charred from blasterfire. He released the droid he held, sending it flying into another one. Emryc’s saber was back in his hand as he deflected blasterfire, whirling in to slash and cut up another one.

One of the droids managed a hit and Emryc felt the bolt graze his shoulder. There was nothing more than a grunt given as he powered through it, using the Force to coil around one of them to crush it. Emryc felt another bolt graze his left thigh, but he barreled forth to charge and slice through the last droid.

He paused for a moment, wincing at the pain, smoke rising from his robes. He exhaled quietly, turning to look at the prisoners that simply stared wide eyed.

“Are there councilmen among you?”

There was silent mumbling for a bit before a few tritonite in the back began to step up. Emryc nodded, “Follow me,”

Before he could move, alarms began to blare. Emryc gritted his teeth, speaking into his comms, “Throw off anyone coming this way, I’ll get the councilors out!”

With that, he darted down the hallway, the prisoners all spilling out and rushing behind him.

 

[Elina Zelle]

"Saving your ass from getting lit up." Elina simply replied back, the Tritonites should have been normal prisoners and no one of importance at least. As long as the leaders didn't die, she was fine with it. There were going to be casualties and the regular civilians wouldn't be important. But after the first one got shot, Emryc pushed them all back in and she just shook her head but watched as the carnage unfolded. Thankfully, the prisoners still distracted the other three before they were pushed inside and that gave him his window.

What unfolded on the screen was a spectacle. Emryc moved naturally and like water, easily flowing with the droids and taking the opportunities he was given. He cut them down but without his own marks of battle as he had gotten grazed with a couple of blaster bolts. Even the worker just stared at the screen quietly until it was finished, "Damn." When it was all said and done, four IG bodies laid on the ground and smoke billowing from them and Emryc.

When Emryc asked if any of the councilmen were within the group and a couple stepped forward, Elina arched her eyebrow high as she then stared at the door behind him. One of the tritonite's stepped forward and pointed to the door as well and she deactivated it from the control room. Immediately, children and other tritonite spilled out as they embraced each other. Elina let out a loud snarl that even made the worker jump as she slammed a fist into a nearby screen and shattered it. "They karking switched them." She thought the ones outside had been the civilians.

But what's done is done and it was time to move. The new additions would follow behind Emryc before the alarm screamed through the prison. The rest of the mercs were starting to collapse in on his position. Elina went to the screens, quickly examing each one, "Lockdown hallway F, G, and J." As the mercs were about to collide into the hallway with Emryc, the doors would slam down and cut them off to provide a clear path for him.

Elina made her way to the door as she pointed to the screen for the worker, "Lockdown any hallway they try to use and keep us posted." She exited from the room to go and rendezvous with Emryc.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc wasn’t as quick this time, sporting two new injuries as he made his way through the halls. He hated to admit it, but he would need Elina on the ground if they ran into anyone. So far the coast was clear and he made his way back the way he came. He could hear voices here and there as doors were locked. Mercs were pounding on the other sides as they struggled to get through.

There was at least one merc that was slightly more intelligent than the others, and he made a beeline directly towards the control room. He worked out that the room had been compromised, explaining the proactive actions taking place to block everyone.

Emryc turned a corner and could see four men rushing towards him. There was a hallway to the left of him that led back the way Elina came. Was she still in the control room? Emryc’s jaw tightened as he saw the men raise their blasters, “Get down!” He shouted to the tritonite behind him, drawing out his saber to deflect the barrage of bolts that would come.

 

[Elina Zelle]

Elina rushed through the halls, the sound of her footsteps echoing down it. She gave out a sniff and caught the scents of both Emryc, tritonites, mercs and they were closing in fast. When she made a turn, she could see the door that would open straight to their hallway and sprint straight for it. "Open it." She spoke through the comms and the worker would press the button. It would slide open and reveal the four mercs just standing there with their blasters aimed down the hall.

The lead merc glanced to his right when he heard the door and he would see bright golden eyes heading straight for him. He tried to spin around to face her but Elina launched herself from the shadows, a snarl erupting from her throat as she collided with him and pushed him into the wall with a crunch. The others had been about to fire but with her presence, they all jumped back to readjust themselves but she didn't stop moving. Her hands immediately latched onto the jacket of the merc and with her natural strength, she simply lifted him up and threw him into the others.

Elina pulled out her lightsabers and threw the one in her left hand as it flew in a straight line and pierced through the chest of the first merc as he collapsed to the ground. She spun on her heel and charged towards the rest as she kicked her foot off the nearby wall and launched her into the air, both her hands gripping onto her lone lightsaber as she brought it down overhead and practically cleaved the next merc completely in half.

The next one finally raised his blaster and she lifted her saber from the ground and slashed in a diagonal angle, cutting his blaster in half. She went with her momentum and followed forward and became a blur as she twirled her blade to reset its position and stab him right through the stomach. She placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him steady and standing. Elina turned the merc's body to act as a shield for the remaining one, his back eating up a cluster of bolts intended for her.

She stepped forward with the body until there were barely any feet between them. When the clip emptied, she tossed the body to the side and was greeted with the stock of a blaster right to her cheek. Elina's head tilted to the right but when the merc swung again with his weapon, she caught it with her free hand and held it there in the air. Her eyes were molten gold at that point and instead of using the saber to finish the job, her fangs came out and she sank them into the neck of the man and tore into his neck. Blood gushed from the wound as Elina wildly shook her head, her scarlet hair cascading down and hiding the damage.

His screams echoed through the hallway but eventually, they were cut off as he dropped to the ground with a thud. When Elina turned around to face Emryc and the rest, her eyes were shimmering brightly with a bruise on her cheek. She offered a smile to them, her mouth and chin completely covered in blood, "You alright darling?"

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was fully prepared to engage when a flurry of red zipped in from the side. He only had to stand and watch as Elina got to work, using her unnatural strength and speed combined with her skills as a Sith. The firrerreo were truly awe-inspiring creatures, and he couldn't help but marvel at the dance of death that played out before him.

It only took moments for complete silence to set in around them, but he could hear nervous grumbling. He glanced behind him to see the tritonite cowering together in fear, the sight bringing mild amusement. Emryc glanced back in time for Elina to look back at him, blood dripping from her lips.

“Quite dashing from this angle,” He repeated her words back to her, the helmet hiding the grin she knew would be there. He began to motion for the prisoners to follow, the rest of the pathway clear. He had to take care of his wounds soon or they would simply get more agitated.

The prisoners were led outside and they were visibly happy, cheering among themselves for surviving. He let them have their moment, hanging back as he observed. The worker that came with them had trapped the rest of the mercenaries, and they would be dealt with separately.

“You guys really made a difference here,” The worker said brightly, turning to the tritonite and then back to Emryc and Elina, “We’re in your debt.”

 

[Elina Zelle]

Elina tilted her head slightly at him when he repeated the phrase she used earlier. "From all angles." She repeated his phrase but corrected it for her. If he thought this was good, he hasn't seen anything yet. The prisoners urged forward and some of them gave looks toward Elina but she took a step to the side and flashed them a red smile. When they passed her and she could take the rear, she slowly drew her thumb along her full bottom lip to clear it off before placing it on her tongue to savor the taste.

When they step outside, Elina fully stopped for a moment to bask in the sun as her skin glowed golden once more. She savored the heat and it was her moment of celebration before she finally opened her eyes. Eventually, she spotted Emryc by himself unsurprisingly and she walked over to him as the worker caught the two of them. When the worker told him they were in their debt, "We actually have something to discuss with your councilmen about that." But she glanced past the worker and saw the tritonite only concerned with their families and being together as they finally grasped freedom.

Elina exhaled softly and realized they should let the councilmen have their moment. She smelled the air and burnt flesh filled her nose from right next to her. Emryc would notice her slowly turn her head and pointedly stare at the spots on his body where he had been hit. He put on a brave face but even wasn't impervious to blasters and pain and she wondered how he was standing. "We'll convene with them later when they're ready. Is there a way you can set up a safe place for us to rest for the time being?" A nice and hot shower sounded just like the perfect thing for her but she also wanted to make sure that Emryc didn't pass out.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

As someone that routinely practiced self flagellation and had been through intense training on the space station, Emryc wasn’t as fazed by the injuries as a normal human would. He moved slower, but he could still keep going and fight. Nevertheless, now was the time to unwind and he nodded at Elina’s words, “There’s a small lodging area back where we met our contact.”

He turned to the worker that had helped them, briefly discussing how he could further help the Sith. Emryc didn’t use the name specifically, but he knew the worker would be an asset to his cause. He turned back to get on the bike, ignoring the throbbing pain from the wounds as he kicked off back towards the downtown area.

The lodging was small, and it only had a few rooms. Emryc pointed towards Elina’s before he went to his own. When he finally had privacy, he took off the helmet and the armor, wincing as the clothing peeled away from his wounds. It had grazed the back of his shoulder and the other one was on his left thigh.

Emryc decided to take care of the thigh at first, bringing out his bacta supplies and patching it up. He put on some loose fitting pants, standing up to glance at the mirror to find his other wound.

 

[Elina Zelle]

Elina gave Emryc a nod when he mentioned the small lodge back by the port. Now that the thought of comfort and relaxation had entered her mind, it felt almost impossible to tear it out and think of anything else. While he spoke to the worker, she simply gave him a nod to the man and made her way to a nearby speeder to hop on. She gave a halfhearted salute to him before both of the Sith departed from the scene.

When they entered the lodge and Emryc simply pointed to the room that he indicated was her's, she chuckled softly at how he did things like a parent but without saying anything. Either way, it was an open room and she went over to the door and entered to claim it. She would spend a few minutes in there by herself before eventually stepping out of her room again with a slight exhale and her eyes on the room Emryc was in. Her hair was out of its ponytail and cascaded down her back as she was only dressed in a shirt and loose-fitting pants as well. The bruise on her cheek had fully healed as well.

A knock would sharply rasp against the door before it opened slowly and creaked as it did. Elina would be standing in the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. Her golden eyes went to Emryc as she saw him try his best to address the wound on his shoulder. "You need help there? You're reeking up the whole building." Her nose was sensitive and burnt flesh wasn't the easiest smell to fall asleep to.

But as she continued to look at him, she saw the myriad of scars that littered down his back. They appeared endless and the next one deeper than the previous. He didn't seem like the type to let someone else get close enough to do that and her curiosity was stroked. She didn't say anything however about them and instead waited for him to say yes or kick her out.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc didn’t look up as she entered, keeping his gaze on his own reflection. He knew she looked over his back, but she took care not to say anything yet. He slowly turned to look at her, unashamed of his state of attire. He had the carved body of someone that had only known training and rigorous efforts to keep in optimal shape. He had faint scars here and there on his torso, but it was nothing close to the complex tapestry on his back.

“Reeking? I figured the smell of burnt flesh would draw you in,” He said while grabbing a medpack and tossing it to her. He turned around to look away, “Go ahead, but keep the fangs back,” Emryc said with a grin as he waited for her to step up and help. Though he could have done it himself, it was infinitely easier for someone that could see it properly. He could only hope that the smell of sweat and blood at once didn't drive her into an animalistic frenzy.

The Kravos armor was neatly set on his bed, his hair still messed up from wearing the helmet. Light sweat lined his body - she hadn’t been wrong about the heat outside. She would also notice an assortment of grenades, knives and other utility tools that had been stashed away in the folds of his clothing.

 

[Elina Zelle]

Elina didn't move at first, her eyes just carefully just examing his figure from her position. It was clear that the man was a warrior and he had the body of one to confirm it. But even through the sinew and muscle, her eyes would drift to the scars that stretched down him like claw marks. Each one had their story or at least their reason for being there and she wondered which one earned their place to be on his back permanently. If he looked at her, she would unashamed in her examination.

Emryc eventually threw a med-pack at her and she easily caught it with one hand and a slight smile on her face. "I am here, aren't I?" It did draw her in after all but for the reason she gave. Pushing off the wall, she made her way over to the mirror and stood right behind him as they could both see each other in the mirror. Elina's eyes would be a bright golden and a stark contrast to his cold silver as her hair once more stood out like a flame. She flashed him a grin that fully exposed her fangs at him, "No promises, I lose control sometimes."

She tossed the med-pack on the bed and opened it to reveal its contents. She shuffled some things around before eventually finding the kolto. After she applied it to her hands, she gingerly started to place it along his wound with care. It would burn into his wound slightly and for Elina, it would finally remove the smell of burnt flesh for her and instead be replaced with that of medicine, blood, and sweat. As it filled her nose, Emryc would be able to witness her eyes glimmer into an even brighter gold. A sort of mix between a growl and purr came out from her as she had to close her eyes a moment to collect herself. Elina opened them again but back to their normal color, "At least it's not burnt flesh."

When she finished putting on the kolto, her hand didn't leave. Her eyes went to his back and with their proximity, she could see every detail. Without saying a word, Emryc would feel one of her fingernails slowly drag down his back and over the top of one of the silvery flesh as there would barely be any pressure. "You inflict these yourself." She muttered out loud and mostly to herself. Each one was layered over the other and the same length as the previous, as if struck in repeating motion. The tip of Elina's finger would remain on one as she got lost staring and let her observation be countered if she was wrong.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc didn’t need to look at the mirror to know he was having some sort of effect on her. He knew what his scent did, and mixed with blood it would assail her senses. It took a lot of control to keep from grinning, and he kept a calm resolve as she worked on the wound. Keen ears picked up that purr, and he vaguely wondered what it felt like when it reverberated throughout her whole body. Hearing about how she sometimes lost control did end up eliciting a grin.

“Is it so bad when you lose control?” He asked bluntly, silver eyes flicking over to the mirror this time catch hers. There was a glint to her gaze, almost animalistic in nature. The gold burned in fierce contrast to the vibrant red of her hair and her shimmering skin.

Emryc noticed her touch lingered against his back and she took her time. He shifted his gaze again, not making eye contact through the mirror. He gazed at himself for a moment, into his own cold eyes.

“I did,” He answered firmly, “Does that disturb you?” Amusement dripped from his words.

 

[Elina Zelle]

Emryc's question made her chuckle softly at how blunt it was, "It depends." Her eyes would be directed up to his and remained locked for a few moments. "How much of it I lose, who I'm with at the time." Elina's words were slightly strained but not by much. Her eyebrow perked up then, however, "You do want me to keep my fangs to myself, unfortunately. I am trying my best to heed that." From where she stood, she could hear the blood rush through his veins and the rhythmic beat of his heart underneath the flesh. Because of that, her fangs constantly struck out from her mouth but she made no move to bite with them.

There were moments of silence between them as he let her examine his healed wounds. When he answered that it was him, there was no shock or strange look that crossed her face. He would then feel her full palm press against his back to touch the hardened skin there. "No. It has done the opposite." It was the first time that she had run across someone like him and her voice held no indication that she was lying as she spoke softly and more likely betrayed her. There have always been those who have seen their fair share of battles and held the memories across their body but not willingly by their hand.

Elina's finger traveled up slowly this time and along his spine as it followed another scar he had there. The reasoning for why he did strike himself couldn't bubble to the surface as she did it. "Is there a reason that you inflict this on yourself? Atonement? Or reluctance to accept what you've become?" They were the first things that popped into her mind after a second. The questions could have crossed a line but her curiosity had gotten the better of her once again and she couldn't help but ask. They were answers to the enigma that he was and if he provided them, could help shed light on how he was molded into this. Elina's finger would reach his shoulders and rest there for a moment before she eventually pulled it away and reached for the med-pack again to continue dressing the wound.