Darth Tagus
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2019
- Messages
- 499
- Reaction score
- 202
Ilum.
It had started on Ilum, really, and Ilum was where it was going to end.
One way or another, it was going to end. The lovely little fantasy they had shared would come to an end and it was because of his own actions, his own pledge to his Empire, to his Emperor and to himself.
He had heard it said before that people sabotaged their own happiness, that they were the poison to their own happy ending. Tagus hadn't been certain he had believed it when he'd first heard the idea but he was certain that he believed it now. What had come to end their time together was himself and his actions - their consequences.
He had called Nikka to come and see him at the chamber they had found the First Blade and he had signed the message as Tagus. To the woman who never saw him as Tagus, only Zeven, it would doubtlessly ring some alarm bells.
But he didn't much care.
He knew, deep in the pit of his stomach, that she would be here.
There was a sense of dread that he knew meant that he was not going to be able to avoid this. It was going to happen. Taking a deep breath as he knelt before the alter that had held the First Blade, he slowly reached out and picked his Sith mask up from the ground before slowly placing it over his face as he waited.
@Killa Ree