Korriban l Murzana l Death Enabled
Iymril rested against a counter in the kitchen of their new home. Their mind walked through the conversation they had with the Dark Lord mere hours ago. In one hand, they held a glass of crimson red wine. In the other, the vial of blood they’d taken from Zira on Thule months ago.
Respect, validation, compassion.
They’d shown Zira none of those things. They treated her like property, because she was. Yet, they wanted her to choose to remain with them. They wanted her to desire them. Iymril knew they’d come to a personal crossroads, they could choose to maintain the dynamic they had with her now. Which would result in her inevitable death at their hands.
Or
They could take Darth Arcanos’ wisdom and take the first steps in altering both of their fates. While it might not result in them getting what they longed for, it could spare her blood from their hands. They lightly swirled the wine in the glass as they pondered everything.
In the end, Iymril knew the path they would take. They moved to the living room and took a seat in the lounge cushion. They placed the vial and a weighty small pouch on the low rising table in front of them and waited. Zira should return from her shopping trip soon. When she did she’d be greeted by her Master’s voice.
“Zira, come and sit with me.” They called out.
@Sreeya