⠀⠀ ‘ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 .
assassin from the planet ralltiir ,
recruited by the empire and
now serving as a sith’s
right hand .
CALL SIGN : 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 .
INFO BELOW .
( cr: .ajaxfrm on tiktok )
“ i could think of a few things , “
as he was tugged down , his smile resembled that of a loth-cat who had caught their pray .
the irony being , he was the one cornered .
brows knit together in feigned thought , his voice just a tad quieter the next time he spoke
…
an easy , projected laugh rings from his throat —— a sharp smile curls onto his brims as his chin tilts upwards and his hands raise .
“ finally had enough of me ,
have you ? “
Standing amidst the quiet ruins of Tython, her presence as steady as the environment around her. Silver eyes open from meditation when she hears an unknown presence. Her lightsaber ignites and directly aims it at the individual.
he’s clearly in a crazed daze ,
the chatter of five different undead
sith lords in his head has been unceasing today .
imperius hardly reacts , save for something of a grunt in acknowledgement .
a low hum rumbled in his throat , unbidden and hoarse at the touch to his neck.
“ so , you were doomed from
the start —— is that right ? “
his hand strayed from her hip to run up her back just a little too slowly .
Satele's head tilted enough to nuzzle at his collar bone, lithe digits continue their ministrations to the nape of his hairline.
“The Shan bloodline cannot resist certain Sith Lords. In this generation, you happen to be the Sith a Shan is powerless to resist.”
a stifled hum left his throat , only just a tad vulnerable to the way she played with the hair at the nape of his neck —— ever so subtly leaning into her touch .
“ and i thought you jedi were all
about resisting the dark side’s temptation . “
“You're a very convincing man, my love. How can I not?”
A hum of amusement sounds at his struggle to keep his former composure, playfully tugging at a few fine hairs of his facial hair.
“I can't resist you.”
he does his absolute best to keep the sharp brow arch , questioning eyes , and overall unaffected expression ——
however , the touch to his neck made his once tensed shoulders and neck relax , a hand idling at her hip .
“ i think you’ve picked up my mischievous
…
That is fair. Seems he's 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙙 off on her all too much. . . He is right. Jedi aren't perfect nor necessarily good as they portray themselves to be.
Oh? What good came from the council? Consider her curious.