#kitblueburdart

Prompts used: Caught in a Net Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic Word count: 375 CW: Sleep paralysis

The Barsen’thor sucked in a sharp gasp of air. Pressure pushed upon his skull, around his eyes, as his chest expanded quickly with each shallow breath he could manage. Fingers clutched taught at the fabric of his pillow. A bead of sweat rolled down his brow and he blinked to protect his eye. 

Fen could not move. Could hardly breathe. 

From the shadows swayed dark, smokey tendrils. They made no immediate movement; only shifted, as though they were long leafy plants along the seabed, moving gracefully with the tide. But they loomed ominously. He felt dread, a cold and empty feeling settling in his stomach, a taste of nothing yet everything upon his tongue. He could not feel his hands, his feet. His body felt both hot and cold at once. 

Try as he might to call for his partner, his voice would not project.  

Was Zenith still with him? The Jedi’s thoughts were too erratic, too clouded by the overwhelming sensation of panic, that he could not detect the other’s presence, nor could he feel the weight of his body pressed into the mattress behind him. 

The thing that lurked before him had him ensnared. Trapped in its clutches, whether this all be in his head or physically present, it had wrapped around him a net of agony and despair. 

As though a breeze had passed through, the smoke began to dissipate—until reforming itself closer to the Jedi. Reaching for him. He swore he heard another’s breath, whispering within his head. 

And he saw a familiar crown of horns begin to materialize from the shadows. 

Behind it, a pair of scarlet eyes. . . 

Then there was light. Warm, like a campfire, and comforting. 

Fen found himself rolling onto his back and met with the face of his lover. 

Zenith appeared alert as he searched Fen’s expression, brows drawn together in focus and concern. His lekku slid and fell before his shoulders, across his chest, as he brought a hand to Fen’s forehead to check his temperature. The Jedi could barely feel his limbs still. He tried, and managed, to finally break the paralysis and weakly brought a trembling hand to rest upon Zenith’s forearm. 

pov u are Tulak Hord and ur greatest admirer is a freaky bloodthirsty twi'lek (he needs to aura farm for u)

my interpretation of Darth Aloysius Kallig, my Inquisitor's papaw. here's a portrait i posted too, without the mask.

having some technical difficulties posting it to Artfight's site but

this is a revenge attack for @mimabean-art!!