Thread: OF EMERALD & HOPE: A Star Wars Saga [HopefulRebel x Temptationist]

Standing next to you, I watched closely as your body had such a vehement reaction to my memories. I did not look phased, nor in dismay. In fact, I was hiding a mysterious grimace behind those plump limps of mine. With my bright olive eyes half-lidded as I looked down to you, my pupils dilated as you hunched your body over. Hmm. I hummed under my breath, no so much as saying a single word as you gasped for air and clenched the railing. I moved towards the column as I had, each step perfomed almost systematically like a dance. There was a sort of grace about me that remained unmatched by any other woman on this planet. Whether it was the illusion provided by the ornate design of my white wedding-like gown, or the way I held my shoulder high - there was a power to me. As you approached, even if cautiously, I did not move a single muscle. I didn't even bat an eye as you reached for my shoulder. My eyes remained fixated on yours, as if I were to use them to place a spell on you. The reality was, there was no spell not one I could control, anyways. Instead there was just a glimmer of hope a growing trust between the two of us. A normal man would lose his hand, if he were to so much as think of touching the Empress. But there were no guards here, no soldiers, no Typhonis. There was only you, and I... and 12 blaster-snipers hidden in every secret corner of this massive room - awaiting you to make just a single fateful mistake. Although I could easily defend myself, Typhonis was overly cautious, and overly attached to my survival. She trusted no one, perhaps not even herself. As you lowered your hand, I followed it's movement closely squinting as you transitioned into an open hand a gesture imposing agreement through handshaking. I chuckled softly, though it was audible in my throat. You mistaken my honest for trust, Commander. I responded, blatantly ignoring all inquiries for negotiations as I deliberately turned my back on your hand. Turning to face my Kingdom once more, my eyes gazed over the greenery far and wide. To you, to your people... it is Ahch-To. I nodded ever so lightly. To us, to Kaspians... it is Kawatkia - giver of water . Although its name was meaningless, it's meaning was incredibly important. These assets of yours... on Kawatkia... These objects... or people ... My head turned to briefly look at you over my shoulder. Returning my eyes to the horizon, I continued. ... they are so valuable, that you would place the whole of my planet - of Kaspia and its people - in danger just to protect it. Before you could respond, I purposely interrupted you. That is not a question, Dameron! My voice raised, It is the inevitable reality of this preposition. Twisting my body around , I took several steps to face you again. This time, I kept no personal distance. I got right up to you, right in your face as I had done before. I do not make deals with MEN. There was an incredible hostility in that word a deeply rooted misandry and sexism towards the male gender that would not be hidden, even in my tone. Leaning my body back, I took a breath. So long as there is a penis between your legs... I boldly shifted my eyes down to your lower half. ... I cannot shake your hand. Giving a restorative smile, I tried to lighten our interaction by providing a charming grin. But you are fortunate, Commander. Because your leader is a woman . Giving a playful wink, I stepped aside and turned to one of the exits of the great hall . There is one thing I will agree to, however. A loud and high-pitched whistle emitted from my tongue. It took only moments for the sound of clacking and beeping to echo against these hollow walls. In came a clumsy four-legged droid - DOG-7 - prancing his quirky self around a familiar face - your droid, BB-8 . Except BB-8 was missing something notable the dirt and stains around his freshly-polished body. Not only had he been cared for, but he was thoroughly pampered practically brand new. Kommander Typhonis will assign you guards. They will not only protect you, but they will escort you to and from your room . In came Typhonis and her small militia of gender-ambiguous soldiers. You are a guest , here. Not a prisoner. Although I was looking at you, my words were meant for Typhonis. And as today is the Festival of Freedom, you are free to join me in our feast in two hours time... if you so please .