04-13-2015, 01:06 PM
The man sat back down, his casual movements belying the thought behind them, adjusting the woman as one might a marionette or mannequin. This was storefront display, pure and simple.
The man's eyes were on him so he didn't see the smirk that tugged at her face or the arch of her eyebrow. Her hand might be on his chest, but those elegant fingertips were a claw with which to rip the heart out without a moment's thought.
A dangerous game the man played, for all that he seemed oblivious to it. The woman was utterly indifferent to his use of the power, neither astonishment nor fear marring that beautiful face. No, this was beyond keeping the man a pet in her thrall. Much more. Malik was reminded of Spectra, the smell of a sharply spiced cinnamon that filled his head with that heady mixture of death and sex. Appropriate, he thought, considering where he was. He looked again at the man and saw things anew. He raised his eyebrow to her and gave her a ghost of a smile. Fascinating.
He couldn't help that his smile became more genuine, that his heartbeat sped up. He could hear the Force call to him, it siren sweet song of seduction begging for him to take it and master it, to dominate it into submission. He quieted it with a flick of his mind. In the darkness, that empty bubble that seemed to surround him now, he could almost sense the dark swirling about him. It fed on this place. It found fecund soil here, subterranean vents into the bowels of hell to provide the hot and volcanic energy for its growth. Primordial life flourished here.
And he felt a kinship with it, with this place. He looked at the man, considering his question. "Want?"
He chuckled. "Why...to enjoy the game, of course."
He looked around, security already bring order to the chaos that had ensued. They would soon be here and then things would get interesting. He looked down at the man and his eyebrow rose even as he sniffed the air.
There was something off about it. The smell of electrified flesh normally brought back specific memories, stirring warmth in the pit of his stomach at the thought of visiting justice. But there was something different about this man, if he could be called that. A rankness tinged the smell, that of a fruit too long on the vine, the slight note of decay in the bouquet. He looked at the man and woman again. "This man was not normal."
The man's eyes were on him so he didn't see the smirk that tugged at her face or the arch of her eyebrow. Her hand might be on his chest, but those elegant fingertips were a claw with which to rip the heart out without a moment's thought.
A dangerous game the man played, for all that he seemed oblivious to it. The woman was utterly indifferent to his use of the power, neither astonishment nor fear marring that beautiful face. No, this was beyond keeping the man a pet in her thrall. Much more. Malik was reminded of Spectra, the smell of a sharply spiced cinnamon that filled his head with that heady mixture of death and sex. Appropriate, he thought, considering where he was. He looked again at the man and saw things anew. He raised his eyebrow to her and gave her a ghost of a smile. Fascinating.
He couldn't help that his smile became more genuine, that his heartbeat sped up. He could hear the Force call to him, it siren sweet song of seduction begging for him to take it and master it, to dominate it into submission. He quieted it with a flick of his mind. In the darkness, that empty bubble that seemed to surround him now, he could almost sense the dark swirling about him. It fed on this place. It found fecund soil here, subterranean vents into the bowels of hell to provide the hot and volcanic energy for its growth. Primordial life flourished here.
And he felt a kinship with it, with this place. He looked at the man, considering his question. "Want?"
He chuckled. "Why...to enjoy the game, of course."
He looked around, security already bring order to the chaos that had ensued. They would soon be here and then things would get interesting. He looked down at the man and his eyebrow rose even as he sniffed the air.
There was something off about it. The smell of electrified flesh normally brought back specific memories, stirring warmth in the pit of his stomach at the thought of visiting justice. But there was something different about this man, if he could be called that. A rankness tinged the smell, that of a fruit too long on the vine, the slight note of decay in the bouquet. He looked at the man and woman again. "This man was not normal."