Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

Zyra followed, her long and quick legs perfectly capable but finding herself stuck in a pace behind him. Somehow it felt wrong to walk shoulder to shoulder. She listened as he spoke, eyes just as curious about him as they were the halls of the ship. His expectations were clear and surreal she watched and learned, an then became powerful. It settled in her mind as too good to be true. Her head simply nodded, quiet and without any immediate feedback. Her mind was buzzing, loud and electric with incoherent questions and feelings that she could not yet articulate. She could sense curious eyes on her, which prompted her to tug the hemming of her mesh shirt down a little as though it would give her any more coverage. It was see through, her entire upper half save for what her leather bra concealed was visible. She had expected a night of dancing on tables, not this. What followed next sounded like a threat. Zyra was an outspoken women, but something told her not to push him. In many ways she could sense his intentions. It wasn't just in the confidence of his tone or the rigidity of his body, but something stronger than that. He charged the air around him in a way that she had never experienced in the presence of anyone else. She slowly licked her lips thoughtfully and exhaled a steadying breath. Pulling Star Destroyers from the sky seemed like an impossible task, how could anyone ever do that? She followed, her pace slowing once they reached their destination. Her curious gaze lingered the room, settling back on him. Her wide eyes fluttered, giving a look that was explicit about her hesitance. He made it sound as though he would own her, which didn't feel right. She wanted to go back to the bar, back home to her life - Zyra's life had not been grand, but this seemed like an entirely different universe than what she was adjusted to. His instructions snapped her out of her homesickness, but her homesickness served her well. A bubbling sense of agony ripped through once she realized that all of her friends were dead. You had your men kill all of my most trusted friends and allies.. She took a step forward, green eyes flashing and on his gaze. Her head tilted upward, standing chest to chest with him. It will be a pleasure to kill yours, a brow arched, her teeth biting her bottom lip as her eyes lifted from his lips and back to his eyes. Her inner wildfire blazed, her inner alignment with dark passion roiling and slithering to the surface of her being. She raised a hand, knowing that she had seconds. They would kill her if he told them to. She had no question of it. They were loyal to him. Still chest to chest with the Commander, she turned her head toward the men and lifted a hand. She listened quietly, hearing their breathing and heartbeats in her skull. Zyra's hand opened, imaging holding their hearts in her hand. Blood pumping, heaving breathing, adrenaline raising, it almost put her into a trance. Her pretty features fell, going slack in a nearly erotic gesture. Her fist clenched, imaging that their hearts were crushed by her fingers. Zyra's breathing hitched, taking a step back and shivering. Her own breathing became heavier as she removed herself from his personal space. Zyra hadn't recognized herself in that moment, tapping into something she had shied away from her entire life to do something she never thought she could do. She stared at their bodies on the floor, somehow thinking that it had all been for show. A beat of silence passed and she swallowed a lump in her throat, I thought that would make me feel better, but... it hadn't. She felt worse. She smoothed a strand of hair from her eyes, her back turned to him.