T A L O N

      𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌                a solitary gleam of light amidst the depths of dark cloaks  as the shadow turns without haste on his heels to face her   /   prickles beneath the ripple of tension she had cast into the air.  a single step carries him forward to loom over her  :  a dark pillar on long, lithe legs feeding on the scraps of their proximity. gloved appendages rise, to hold fast at the edges of the mask and activate the release mechanisms, heaving a low, mechanical hiss into the air  (  and allowing it to fade as he pulls it from the skull, allowing a cascade of dark mane to fall  -  to expose dark eyes. )                                                                                                                                   you have my attention.

but his jaw has gone rigid,  and the serpent  gaze  n a r r o w s  .   ❛    you’re overestimating your  place in all this, talon.  .. again.    ❜   they’re dangerous words, every syllable jagged and wrought with thorns  /  oozing thick with venom.  an alpha’s growl, and the baring his teeth.    ❛   allow me to reiterate : you were sent as a scout. if the supreme leader had ordered them dead, they would have been terminated before you left the planet.    ❜    the jaw tilts, crooning the head just-so to its side.    ❛  a dead asset is a corpse, nothing more  –  you would not be ordered to transport a corpse.    ❜

          @malicesight​ .         ⇢          darth talon .

                   𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠❟ 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.     realising that maybe, she’d overstepped into an unwelcome territory, talon rocked on her heels and bit her tongue. anyone else and she wouldn’t have held herself back ---- would have let the profanities and accusations fly from her mouth like poison darts. not caring where they hit or who they damaged. but it was different with kylo. there was level or respect she had to have for him. 

 DARTH TALON ❭❭ BODY REFERENCES

                          𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘❟  she wanted hate him. 

                talon remembered what it was like     what she was like    before she’d gotten close to him. she told herself that she’d give anything to have the hatred for the lightside pulsate through her like a heartbeat again, to feel nothing but pure disdain for anything and anyone who had a connection to it. but that was a lie. a cold,  dead,  lie.   ben’s growing remorse & self-pity was wearing off on her. she’d catch herself wondering what if ------  then she’d promptly storm out of the room without another word. 

                considering she was meant to be a guiding light, a bright red & angry one at that,  to the darkside... she was finding it harder and harder the closer she got to ben.  she hated it, she craved it. all her life, all talon had known was the way of the sith. born, raised & train since the day she brought into the world, she had never known anything different. now that she had gotten even a whiff of the other side,  𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 

                          𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋.  saber secured carefully, and discreetly, on her waistband --- ( hidden from plain sight by a large bomber-style jacket & a long & tattered black tank ) talon observed the jedi in question with a watchful eye. there were many things that she prided herself on...    her saber skills,   her combat skills,    her ability to intimidate men...    but one thing that stood above those was her ability to get a mission done. so, when the emperor tasked her with keeping skywalker on the path to the darkside --- she offered him her word.  

She didn’t trust him at first. GOOD. It showed self preservation as well as not to take anything at face value. Something he was taught as well by both father and master. She didn’t even need to speak for him to know that The SILENCE was all he needed. Though having it broken by her reply, unmoved, was rather welcomed. Instead Dagon remained silent himself, frozen in his own movements while the glow of the red saber ignited his features. He remained UNFAZED by the weapon at his throat. But then the opportunity she gave him caused a smirk to tug at his lips. “Gladly.” And within moments hilts met hands and the twin sabers ignited in RED before them both. “I am no Jedi.” The word alone generated a look of disgust at the idea, his tone bearing the same feeling in reply. 

sith apprentice / master (either way around)

unrequited love that slowly does become requited bc she gets taught to learn how 2 love 

a decent fucking parental figure in her life 

sibling connections !!!!!

a first love kind bullshit 

soft exes (as soft as a sith lord can be anyways lmao) 

a Sith Squad ??