Bent-light illusion was an ability Mikhail Shorn had not used in a long time. He occasionally fooled around with that and other things like mind tricks, art of the small, and doppelgangers, but he had never truly been good with them. Granted, his 'good' was apparently good enough to bypass the scanners and security systems at the capital of Annaj, allowing him to... sneak into [member="Spencer Jacobs"]' bedroom.
She wasn't here so he took certain, uh, liberties and began to peruse the contents of her room. He started with the dresser and quickly found a diary, at which point his searching ceased. This was way too interesting. He flopped onto her bed. Mmm, comfy. Shorn reached out a hand and grabbed a teddy bear, then set it on his chest. Shorn opened the book up and started reading, utterly careless of his sacrosanct action.
While reading, Shorn attempted to make his Force signature as small as possible. She wouldn't sense him, hopefully, until she got back into her room. And, well, then things would get really interesting. Although, that was not the only reason he had come here. Despite pushing her out of his life, Shorn still couldn't help but have the occasional lavender-scented dream that left him feeling hollow when he woke. He needed to see her again. And also, he needed to stop dying.
The slow process of Dark Side corruption had indeed been very slow on his body, but he couldn't stop the decay forever. Eventually, his flesh would grey and he'd end up looking like Darth Wrinkles. And then... he would die. Shorn found himself less caring about the dying part and more frightful of what would happen to his body in a couple years' time. He wanted to live life, but he did not want to live life more of a monster than he already was. Maybe Spencer knew a way to stop it, or maybe that was just an excuse he was using to see her.
Either way, Shorn was there and he distracted himself from his dark thoughts by continuing to read her diary, which - my oh my - really was private for a reason.
She wasn't here so he took certain, uh, liberties and began to peruse the contents of her room. He started with the dresser and quickly found a diary, at which point his searching ceased. This was way too interesting. He flopped onto her bed. Mmm, comfy. Shorn reached out a hand and grabbed a teddy bear, then set it on his chest. Shorn opened the book up and started reading, utterly careless of his sacrosanct action.
While reading, Shorn attempted to make his Force signature as small as possible. She wouldn't sense him, hopefully, until she got back into her room. And, well, then things would get really interesting. Although, that was not the only reason he had come here. Despite pushing her out of his life, Shorn still couldn't help but have the occasional lavender-scented dream that left him feeling hollow when he woke. He needed to see her again. And also, he needed to stop dying.
The slow process of Dark Side corruption had indeed been very slow on his body, but he couldn't stop the decay forever. Eventually, his flesh would grey and he'd end up looking like Darth Wrinkles. And then... he would die. Shorn found himself less caring about the dying part and more frightful of what would happen to his body in a couple years' time. He wanted to live life, but he did not want to live life more of a monster than he already was. Maybe Spencer knew a way to stop it, or maybe that was just an excuse he was using to see her.
Either way, Shorn was there and he distracted himself from his dark thoughts by continuing to read her diary, which - my oh my - really was private for a reason.