Difference In Opinion

[Asharad Graush]

The Sith Knight watched the Knight of Ren curiously. When she began her explanation, he watched her intently, the golden orbs in his skull lowering down to her feet, and slowly taking in every part of her in such close proximity. The red hair in contrast to her pale skin. He kept his mouth shut while he listened, even going as far as to offer a half smile when she looked his way.

"You'll become a Master. You're almost as good a combatant as I am." And then there was a touch of colour in those pale cheeks of hers. A gloved hand rose to push strands of her red hair to a position behind her ear. "Like what?" He questioned, in regards to her mentioning she still had many things she wanted to do before she died, he presumed. Most people had many plans for some end goal. A'sharad's own was just to be remembered. To be remembered for death. For killing. Destruction.

To be remembered for war.

"What happened?" Curiosity had taken over. Had they fought beforehand? Or did she kill him in cold blood?

[member="Isla Ashen"]

 

[Isla Ashen]

A smile tugged at her cheek when she heard his compliment, “Almost.” Isla agreed. [member="Asharad Graush"] was a formidable fighter; after all, she had seen first-hand. She shrugged enigmatically at his question about what she wanted to accomplish. Perhaps she was not even certain herself. “Just... things.” She answered with a chuckle, but the light laughter was soon lost on the breeze.

She crossed her arms on top of the railing, leaning forward slightly. Was it weak to confide in him? Isla was not sure, for she had never had such a dark secret to hide before.

“I met him for the first time,” She started, looking down. It had also been the last time. “He had been living in the mountains, on the very world where I grew up. All this time, hiding his presence from me.” There was a flash of anger as Isla remembered that night on Skye, and her eyes grew cold. “I came to find the truth, to know why I had been abandoned as a baby. He attempted to keep that from me.”

She could see the stubborn defiance in her father’s eyes, the look he’d given her as he had attempted to turn his blaster pistol upon himself. “I grew angry.” Isla said, “And I ended it all.”

Isla left out the part where she had gleaned information from her father’s mind; his last moments gave her the answers. Her father had not been an innocent man, he had killed Isla’s mother with his own two hands. She had seen it all.

 

[Asharad Graush]

The Sith High Colonel could at least say that he was pleased that they could joke together. He was curious however, as to who would win in a fight. A'sharad knew that for himself, he fought to win. Dirty fighting? Usually not, but he was aggressive, as if he wanted to kill his duelling partner. If there was something he was sure of in this moment, it was that he didn't want to kill [member="Isla Ashen"]. If there had been a flaw to her, it would be her fascination of the supposed Supreme Leader, but so many were in the First Order.

He could fault them for that, but that tended to be kept to himself.

And then she started to tell him about her father.

There was a tilt of his head at her final words.

A'sharad's question came from his own unquenchable thirst for bloodshed.

"Did you enjoy it?"

 

[Isla Ashen]

“I did enjoy it.” Isla answered, the words came without any thought.

She couldn’t deny that it felt strange to utter these words so casually. Perhaps it ought to have been more difficult, more of a moral struggle. Maybe it was just a flaw of character; she gathered that most normal people did not feel this way when it came to killing. Especially, when it came to spilling the blood of a family member, no matter how close or estranged the relationship.
Isla snapped back to the present, her eyes becoming clear again and she stood straighter.

“And you felt the same way, when you killed your father?”

Her questioned drifted calmly to A’sharad, though she felt like she already knew the answer. She had seen the look in her friend’s eyes before, a face she recognized well – for her own took on a similar expression at times. The sky was growing darker in the distance, a combination of evening falling over Avalonia and perhaps rain clouds rolling in.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad nodded his head at the answer that came. It was expected. It brought back the memory of him asking her when they had first met, if she enjoyed killing, he had made mention of it only minutes ago in their conversation. She had said that she enjoyed killing, if it furthered the cause of the Order, or something along those lines. In truth, he couldn't remember every detail of their first meeting.

"Yes..." A'sharad answered in a low voice, resisting the apparently automatic sensation of a smile wanting to break out across his features.

Some part of him regretted. Regretted killing his Father. Not because he missed him, nor did he have anything else to learn from him. He had grown into the weapon his Father had wanted him to be. No, he regretted killing him so early. He wanted to test his own skill in true combat against his Father, but that day would never come.

It was slowly growing darker on the horizon, which slowly drew closer to them. Golden orbs rose up and to the clouds as he leaned over the rail.

"You look... Great."

Funnily enough, he did his best not to look at her in that moment.

[member="Isla Ashen"]

 

[Isla Ashen]

Isla gave a tiny nod to acknowledge his answer, her eyes then turned back to the storm clouds gathering above them. Strands of red were now swirling about her face, but she made no effort to tame them. The Knight of Ren stood like a silent pillar, a shroud of black, almost lost against the dark backdrop of the city. Isla’s gaze grew a bit wider at A’sharad’s words. She blinked hard and looked to the side, her expression stony and difficult to read. It seemed an odd time to say such a thing...

“You’re a strange one, A’sharad.” Isla said, a grin creeping back onto her face. “But – thanks.”

She struck his shoulder with her fist, not out of anger, and not even with enough force to hurt. Was it a strange way to react to such a compliment? Perhaps it was. However, she wondered if he was just joking, just trying to lighten to mood. Whatever the true reason, she would shrug it off. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, his appearance was appealing, but she would refrain from saying so. It was not in her best interest to flirt; Isla was a woman that had little room in her life for such ways.

Rain began to fall upon the two. Isla looked up at the sky for a moment, and then nodded back towards the door. It was probably about time to get back anyway.

“I should go,” Isla said, offering a small nod. “Don’t stay out in the rain for too long.”

She flashed him a smile, and made for the door.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

Painfully aware of the redhead watching him, he finally sent a look back in her direction just when a grin had begun spreading across her face. A vague comment about him, but she appeared to accept it. Good. That was the least, of what he expected. But, A'sharad could admit that it was a good start.

What he hadn't expected was her punching him in the shoulder. Gently, no less. A brow raised in question but he straightened to his full height all the same from his net position on the rail. There was no overhang above them, so when he felt something drop from the sky onto his head, and he realized it was wet, he frowned as he stepped back. And in the same moment, [member="Isla Ashen"] was making her goodbyes. And he nodded his head once in understanding.

And then he stepped into her path, and without any extra thoughts lifted two of the fingers from the four of his right to tilt her chin up in a lightning fast fashion, as he aimed capture her lips with his own.

 

[Isla Ashen]

Isla was surprised to find that @Asharad Gruash was suddenly standing in her way, blocking the door. She had been about to question him, but found that his touch was upon her chin. Her emerald eyes locked with his, her head tilted up to look at him. Isla’s hand formed a fist, the urge to hit him was there, but she willed her hand to remain at her side. This was an action born of attraction, there was no ill will. However, Isla was not one that gave into such desires so easily. The flame-haired woman stepped back, leaving him to capture only the empty air between them.

“I-I’m sorry, A’sharad.” Isla stammered, not knowing what else to say.

She turned her shoulder slightly, edging away. The Knight of Ren heaved a sigh, she felt bad about rejecting him. But her feelings remained platonic. It was not what he would want to hear, she could gather that much. Isla did not leave room in her heart for romance, it was an unnecessary distraction.

She blinked slightly, this was an unfamiliar situation.

“I must go,” Isla moved to go around him, her head bowed to avoid his glance.

And if he attempted to pursue her, she would not be afraid to use her fist. But perhaps, a kiss with a fist was better than none.

[member="Asharad Graush"]