Rain is Dead

Eris hummed. “Worse?” Her smiled beamed through the dark.  Eris emerged with her eyes ablaze.  Her energy was marvelous.  Eris slowly let the tendrils descend placing the woman on her feet.  "What sort of verve lives in you?“ The way Eris spoke was as if she were in a dream-like state. "Darkness vibrates all around you, yet you’re unsettled by it?  Or is this something else altogether?”

The Lama Kiri radiated throughout their vicinity.  It was euphoric for Eris… her visitor, however…  She didn’t know.

❝MUCH worse. To die is not to suffer. Only life is suffering.❞ The sorceress spoke back through clenched teeth, her muscles tense despite the warmth that surrounded her. The only comfort she found was in the ground beneath her feet, a foundation on which she could stand and on which she intended to escape when the moment was right. ❝My darkness does not... feel as this does. It is beneath my control not that of someone else whose motives I cannot begin to guess.❞

“ I STILL REMEMBER that day we met in december ”

— lyric starter for @rainofthesith / blue jeans, by lana del rey

A smirk shone a light on her otherwise blank expression. ❝I’d be OFFENDED if you didn’t considering I stole half of your cargo.❞

Like this and I’ll send you a starter meme that’s on your page. (I will most likely want to make these into threads if you reply)

@rainofthesith ||  X

Eris stood before her looking downwards with that terrible grin that haunted her face. “You certainly don’t appear to be the one stealing from me.” Her words floated in the darkness and poured like honey.   She folded her arms as she shadowy tendrils lifted the woman in the air  

Delicious.  

Eris’ golden eyes burned from the darkness as she suspended herself in her own web of darkness.  "a few things…" She began as her shadow stood over her.  "Why would I just let you go if you’re going to … try and kill me?“ She warmed her tendrils.  "Why are you here?  And why are you so irate?  You’re not harmed.  Most people find this comforting, to say the least.”

There were moments where Zannah felt as though she was stuck inside of the nightmares that she could force onto those that CROSSED her, but this felt very real indeed. As the shadows began to lift her higher into the air, allowing her space to struggle, but only the slightest bit. 

► MAH FACE

    Phasma sneered, her rifle trained on the unfamiliar figure in the ship. She was never fond of people who decided to march into the First Order territory as if they could easily own it. Infuriating, “I’d cease your advancement unless you want to cease existing.”

      @rainofthesith ; starter

     Zannah’s head tilted ever so slowly to the side, blonde curls falling over her face. Yellow eyes stared upon the captain while her face remained expressionless. The sorceress studied the woman’s presence, finding it to be rather impressive. 

    ❝I’m afraid that I’ve existed for far too long to stop now, but I can remain here if you like. Proximity hardly matters. Though, perhaps, you might want to try checking in with your oh so glorious admiral. You may find him to be rather... speechless.❞

@rainofthesith || Continued from [x]

Fiona would take a few steps back and found herself pressed against a wall when Zannah closed the distance between them. He looked deep into her eyes as the Dark Lady of the Sith spoke to her. The young woman couldn’t help but tremble slightly as she noticed the look in the other woman’s eyes. Her feelings were an odd mixture at the moment; she was frightened a little bit, but couldn’t help but be… turned on as well. She would start trembling more and she bit her lower lip when Zannah leaned in more, whispering in her ear. A soft whimper left her lips.

Fiona tried her best to hide the arousal she was experiencing at the moment, hoping she would be able to successfully.

Zannah leaned forward, breathe warm upon the skin of the woman she’d pressed into the wall. There was POWER there, yes, but that was far from the only thing she possessed. ❝Hmm...❞ Zannah hummed in the back of her throat, bringing up a pale hand to run her thumb along the woman’s jawline. ❝You know... Hiding from me is pointless and will only tire you more quickly.❞

[ she drops her saber on the ground and honestly it surprises him that she opted to give him that much trust since it goes against every single lesson the sith was likely caught. and yet here she is, willing to submit herself to him and nothing could possibly make galen feel more in command. he relishes in that command and then he allows her to disrobe him, pulling his jacket and his shirt from his body to reveal a scarred but toned body underneath.

there was no shyness about his body or about how he was built. every inch of him was a testament to all of the trials and tribulations that he has been through and he’s more than a little bit proud to show off those tests. his hands on her ass give him perfect license to lift her off of the ground with ease, keeping her pressed tightly against him as he starts to carry her towards the nearest surface he could find. he wants to feel something solid behind her as he presses against her and pins her in. ]

Zannah’s pale hands ran over the scarred skin of his torso. She too had scars and understood the importance of remembering what created her. Each time she was beaten by her master only served to make her stronger and to prove her WORTHY of carrying on the legacy of the Sith. Every moment of her life had only been another fight, another test to prove herself.