Moving Forward

[Adron Malvern]

​

[member="Alessandra Creed"]​

​

"I think...I'm beginning to hate these things." His voice was deep and overtoned, as if it had become something more. The man could not help but smirk when his lover's hands took to the skies. The inferno arose, as if summoned from the pits of hell. The roaring crash that came with it was deafening but still all Adron could do was smirk at the scene. It seemed the poisonous bacta had ran it's course and his beloved had returned to her true power. Perhaps not quite a Dark Lady of the Sith. No, she viewed the Force more as a tool than something to be respected. It did not hamper her power even in the slightest. Those savages that attempted to breach the flames were met with hell-like lashes that burned their skin. Adron's eyes looked to the black smoke that took to the skies and he stared at it for a shallow moment. "My love..." He stood behind Alessandra, his tone sultry and low just before his lips pressed to the back of her neck. "It is not enough to kill them. First you must educate them through pain." His hands massaged down the woman's shoulder, coursing down her thigh as he chuckled softly. "Watch now." He whispered.

His arms wrapping around the woman from behind, he tapped into the Dark Side of the Force. It flowed through this area so easily and practically coursed through his veins. His fingers stretched out towards the inferno before them. The subtle quake of the Force did not dare touch Alessandre's flames. No, it was the smoke. The smoke began to twist and writhe as if being molded by a god from above. Adron closed his eyes, disappearing into the flowing nexus of the Dark Side. His hands moved as if he was conducting a symphony, that sang a song of death. The black smoke spun into a tornado that soon exploded out violently. The thick layer of smoke overtook the savages, destroying the oxygen around them and stealing their breath. There were screams. There were shouts and calls, but Adron could not hear them. He did not need to. Their pain, their missery, that hopeless unknowing feeling of looming death? It was invigorating. His hands fell upon Alessandra and he turned her to face him.

"Kill them...Kill them all." He whispered to her, allowing their lips to meet. It was no distraction to destroy what they had created. Smoke and flame burned a scar into the land as Adron tasted Alessandra's lips. He held her closely, allowing the two of them to release all that they were. The frustration of being hunted, the anger of being injured. It was released in this destructive display and not after long the last voice had gone silent. That last glimmer in the Force was absorbed into a nexus that no longer found it's center at the Dark temple, but at the two of them. When finally Adron pulled his lips from Alessandra, his hand was firmly holding onto her chin with an approving gaze. "Now they are educated." He assured her. The smoke, began to receed away from it's monstrous form. Returning to the flames and revealing the bodies that had fallen to the ground, lifelessly. His eyes turned away from the field of death they had crafted. Now he looked to the temple before him. It's obsidian-like wall was practically glowing with the darkness of the Force.

"It may have a way for us to get off of this planet. Let's see what we can find."

 

[Alessandra Creed]

​

[member="Adron Malvern"]​

Flame danced before her eyes. It twisted, turned, and writhed while feeding off of a particular fuel source. Oxygen and flesh. The bacta that had left her feeling as if her body was turning against her seemed to have finally burned its way through, that was true, but it was really the temple behind them that seemed to be the great equalizer. It made her feel strong. Invincible.

Adron called to her and his voice broke through a power induced haze. Chocolate eyes had turned black. Dark, sweeping night, with the echoes of dying stars. His lips to the back of her neck only caused her to give in to the feeling of finally letting go. She’d been holding back, rationing her abilities, and her energy to create the blood sigils that kept them safe at night. Now…She didn’t have to. Now, these primitive savages would see who they truly were. Who they were meant to be. He spoke of education and soft lips curled into a wicked smile when the Sith Lord pulled her back against him. “Educate…You are kinder than I. Let them roll in their ignorance.”

He bade her to watch. She did. His hands moved and she luxuriated in the living dark that breathed around him. Her back pressed to his chest, and she reached up, wrapping an arm lazy around his neck. A soft purr ran through her while she felt the lifeforce of their attackers drain away. This was how it should be. She burned them, slowly, while he stole their air and replaced it with a torrent of acrid smoke and ash. Alessandra remained where she was, leaning against Adron, before he turned her around and kissed her soundly.

Love, burned. It was like electricity that ran up and down her spine when she kissed him back. Her arms twined properly around his neck while the air turned into flame. There was nothing, no screams, no enemies, just the feel of his warm body pressing against her own. An invisible wind stirred her hair, breaking the binding, while raven locks flowed, each strand acting like a conduit for the power they were taking in. The air became thick while a vortex of smoke and fire billowed around them. It burned, and burned, until there was nothing left but ash. No people. No trees, no grass, no life.

Her eyes were dark when Adron pulled away. Too dark. He held her chin and she gazed longingly at him. She felt intoxicated. Either by his kiss, or the Force, she didn’t know. Either way when he pulled away…She wasn’t yet done. Find something? What else did they need to find when they had each other? When they had this well of strength to keep the vicious natives from hunting them down like dogs? Her hand found his shoulder. She didn’t care about educating. She cared about what she wanted.

“Mine…”, she uttered, in a voice not her own, while Ale stepped forward. Her lips came crashing against his while she blocked his sight of the temple. She felt wild. As if part of her had become feline and there was a great black panther crawling out of her spine to wrap around them. She wanted to sink her claws into him. Taste him. Possess him—Like no one ever could. ‘Mine’

 

[Adron Malvern]

​

​

[member="Alessandra Creed"]​

​

His eyes washed over the obsidian surface. It had a luminous power to it, something that he could feel in the very fiber of his being. He reached out, wishing to feel the power that came from the stones. His hand never did touch home, because before he could place a hand upon the temple he was turned away from it. When he felt Alessandra's hands upon him, he could feel her being melt into him. Her mind, her presence in the Force, it all washed over him in one large wave. His hands, instintively pressed into her hips, exploring the curves that she held as her lips were pressed to his. He could hear the purr she let out when she turned him and it only served in stoking the flame within him. He could feel the warm press of her body, leaning into him and calling him in ways it would call no other. He closed his eyes. He lost himself.

He bit at Alessandra's lips, teasing them for a moment before pulling at the shirt that he had been wearing. He pulled it from his chest, tossing it into the grass beside him and turning his attention back to Alessandra. His arms held her close, firmly keeping her locked into his grip while he ran his lips along her neck and over her shoulder.

When he looked up at her his eyes were like purple crystals, glowing over the woman while he looked to her hungrily. His hand fell over her chin and he held it for a moment before his patience died within him. The repulse that echoed out forced the grass and sticks away from their feet and in the next moment Adron had taken Alessandra in his arms. They fell to the ground, slamming into it and nearly leaving a crack from their force. Still hungry to taste her, his hands searched her while his lips craved the sweet taste that she gave off. He would have her, again and again, until it was finally time to stop. The death they had wrought together, the power they wielded had bonded them in many ways, yet it left them wanting. They would not remain wanting.