Misery loves Company (Quinn)

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

Odium was once again temped as she hovered and slipped off the bed. This knew passion he had was beyond what he had expected. He watched her naked form move across the room and he sat up and stood with no more concern for his lack of clothing than she had.

<<of course you do.>> he said, most people did these days, <<but why, to what purpose. A goal without purpose won't be as satisfying Quinn. What is the purpose in her death?>>

He walked to her and put his hands on her shoulders and ran them up and down her arms as if warming her or just trying to keep contact he wasn't sure.

<<Power with out purpose is useless.>> he said as he leaned near her ear, <<don't waste your anger and passion for whims.>>

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

A strap on her tanktop slipped off her shoulder. Eyes flecked with a golden-glowing fire met his vast dark ones. Jaw clenched as she fought against the desires of her flesh and grasped for the right words in basic to explain her position to the one she belonged to.

"You not free," voice was heavy with undertones of barely-checked emotion. "You can't...see," she exhaled in frustration, her breath hot against his head-tresses. An unnatural breeze stirred within the ship's cabin with Quinn as the epicenter. If they were standing on hard-packed earth instead of steel-plating, the ground would have rumbled.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

Odium opened his mouth and leaned forward only to stop himself. He leaned forward again and again held back as she spoke. She was truly magnificent. Her passion and fire were like an intoxicating drink that he couldn't put down. He felt the air stir and red flashed in his eyes.

"Yes." He thought, "be angry."

His hand reached for and pulled her against him and kissed her again firmly before pulling back and looking at her.

<<I may not be free.>> he said, <<but I see far more than you think. You want my master dead. Why? Do you know? Or just feel?>>

That was probably not going to make her happy, but that was the idea.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

She leaned against him, like smooth-polished stone. Everything about Odium was like fuel to her fire. Muddy-brown hair blew across her face as her emotions smoldered, unchecked, the breeze turning into something stronger.

Pieces of flimsi began to float around the room in a circular-vortex.

"You are nothing but game to her. She will throw you away like trash." Her fingers dug deeply into the muscles of his arms. The hem of her shirt slipped-up her back as she leaned in closer. Heart pounded furiously in her chest as the wind intensified into an audible-roar. Oduim's books rattled on their shelves.

"You see but can you? Will you always be willing sacrifice for her?!"

She was yelling now as the darkside crescendo hit its peak in the Kiffar.

The protocol droid crashed to the floor.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

Odium held her arms as he smiled now. She was perfect. Her Passion, her anger, her possessiveness of him, he could not have designed a better situation had he planned it himself. he leaned close to her ear as items began to be swept from shelves and moved on the air about the room.

<<I will not always sacrifice for her, but I would for you.>> he said as his head tresses were beginning to blow in the air. Her potential was magnificent.

The protocol droid began sliding across the ground and activated.

"OHMY WHAT DID I DOOOOOOO!?" the droid yelled as it started to spin around the room.

 

[Quinn Vos]

She felt his tresses slide across her skin, the warmth of his breath against her ear. Head snapped up, gaze narrowing on the protocol droid. Its body lifted against the ceiling.

"Then prove it," she spoke against Odium. "Make me strong so I face her one day." She blinked and the golden flecks dimmed in her eyes. Just as quickly, the wind ceased and the droid clattered to the ground. The flimsi fluttered around them like thick sheets of falling snow.

[member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

Odium nodded. She wanted power so power she would receive. He looked at her for a moment as he thought if it mattered at all whether he dressed or not anymore. They needed to land so they could work on her first desired skill. He would teach her to manipulate the ground and rock first.

<<You need to focus.>> he told her, <<sit and meditate focus your anger, there is nothing more powerful than controlled anger. Focus it, control it, feed it.>>

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

"Focus? Fine." She stepped back and pushed a robe roughly into his chest. "You no distract," quiet agitation smoldered in her fiery eyes.

She felt the descent of the ship and anticipation grew in her fingertips and toes. She was ready to feel the earth again and get off this cold-beast. She pulled from the spark of anger that needed no encouragement. Before saying another word, she turned her back on Odium and strode out the door of his chambers, using that spark of anger to invisibly slam his door shut.

She quietly headed toward the ramp that would be opening soon. All too soon. Soon.