Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

Zyra already knew of his unpredictability. This man's reputation really did precede him. Aside from having a base knowledge of what he was like, she could sense it - it filled the room. Her heightened intuition read him as coming rain. The air felt heavier, the atmosphere charged with electricity. Lightning could strike at any moment. Zyra kept her eyes on him, really losing herself in the ambiance that he seemed to create without intending to. The woman was not nervous she wanted this rain - or whatever it really was - to come and cleanse her. She wanted to be drenched. The dark haired woman's green eyes were intelligent, calculating. Whatever tension they had once contained was melting away into awe and curiosity. She didn't know as much about herself as she had thought, Zyra was learning. With hesitance and heaviness, she looked at the bodies as he told her that what she had just done was difficult by some measures. She nodded tightly, understanding the gravity of what this meant. Eyes returned to him, her porcelain features still and observant. All she could do at this point was listen. She had stepped into a world that she knew very little about. Zyra was placing a lot of blind trust in him and his abilities, most of which she had only heard about. She didn't doubt him though, there was an undercurrent from where his gloved hands touched her that seemed to feed a buzzing into her blood. She felt electric this close to him, it was a little bit overwhelming and it made no sense to her. The intensity of her curiosity was expressed in her conventionally pretty face, her features exaggerated by still lingering makeup from the performance she had never executed. The thought that he had enough confidence in her abilities to have her learn so much so quickly was a little bit terrifying. Zyra accepted that she would need to give into high powers, to the Force, to him , if she wanted to survive this. Eyebrows pulled together and she thought back on the lives of the men, head tilted to the side. It had been easy to stop their hearts, by why? Eyes went to the floor and she was honest with herself. Zyra was not afraid of honesty. As he would eventually uncover, she spoke her truths with ease and without fear of judgement. She had been a fallen daughter of a crime family turned dancer to entertain the underbelly of a sprawling city. She did not fear judgement. Lot's of things drove me, she admitted to him, eyes upward, hatred for what they had done, hatred for things they hadn't even done yet. He had suggested that he would have ordered them to kill her. Maybe a bit of fear. I didn't want to die. And.. Her head titled to the side, recalling how she had stepped closely to him. Her chest against his. Lust. She stated finally. Not love. Not passion. Hungry lust. She swallowed hard and lifted her jaw, leaving it at that. She kept her eyes on him, not flinching at his ominous words of failure and death. I'm eager to learn. She told him, and luckily for me I have no intention of dying. I've survived horrible things and people. I see this as the next mountain to conquer. A devilish smile cracked her features, for the first time hinting at the danger lurking beneath her surface that had been waiting for a catalyst to be set free for her entire life.