Stalking the Witch (completed)

[Lilaena De'Ville]

De'Ville knew where she was. Kasajian was never far from Tirsa, who's last name Lilaena had never heard. Tirsa lived in the room down the passageway, which was well lit, for once. She could feel the Force circulating through a living being ahead of her, and walked up the hallway, towards the figure that was simply standing there, as if she was waiting for her.

"Sorsha." De'Ville stopped once they were close enough to talk normally, regarding the Sith Witch warily.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha leans casually in the doorway, and looks at De'Ville with a sparkle in her eye ::

"Greetings, Deville. :D I was wondering when you'd come."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

De'Ville stopped in the hall, a little nonplussed, but valiantly recovered. "Look, I am not going to bother with small talk. We both know what I want. What do I have to do to get it?" The lights in the hall flickered as De'Ville fought down a surge in the Force.

Seeing Sorsha always made her want to punch the Witch in the face. The Force responded to her subconsious, but she battled away the tingly feeling in her fingertips, and carefully folded her arms under her breasts. Feet spread for balance, De'Ville waited Kasajian's next words. Or actions.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Why is it you are asking me and Tondry is not?"

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She raised an eyebrow. "Would a man with no soul even know it was missing? He does not notice it anymore. Or rather, the lack of it. So I ask, in his stead."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"He knew the price when he came to me that day, and he paid it. It belongs to me now."

:: Seeing De'ville standing there, every nerve in her body screaming to attack was delightful ::

"It means so much to you, doesn't it? Tell me, De'ville ... how strong is your love? Would you offer me your own soul for his?"

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[Lilaena De'Ville]

She hesitated, and then nodded. "If you think I have one."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Come inside, DeVille. We need to talk."

:: she walks back into the room and sits, keeping an eye on De'Ville ::

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Hesitantly she followed the blonde witch, wondering not for the first time if she was doing the right thing. This was quite a risk she was taking. Tondry seemed to do all right without his soul, but then she'd hardly even known him before it had been taken away.

A prickle of fear trickled down her spine, and her stomach churned as she carefully took a seat opposite Sorsha. "What do we need to talk about?" Relationships are a danger...your enemies and your allies will use them against you. Good advice often came too late.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"You'd like to kill me, wouldn't you?"

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[Lilaena De'Ville]

"There was a time when I would not have hesitated to. But we are siblings now, sisters of the Hand, and so..." She let her voice trail off. De'Ville felt impatient, but could not risk angering the Witch, and so held her tongue and bided her time.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Jedah abandoned you too, didn't he?"

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Ha!" She laughed, and nodded, "He left my master trials to another, even. I despise the Sith."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"We having something in common then after all. I've longed for a culling of these self-proclaimed Darksiders."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She pursed her lips, and nodded, failing to see why they were pursuing this topic of conversation. If she reacted out of frustration, the mess created could tear the entire Hand apart - or at the very least, the castle itself, literally.

Instead of saying anything, she merely kept her mouth closed, sensing that Sorsha might have something further to say.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Your thoughts hover above your head like stormclouds. Tell me how you really feel."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"I fail to see where this discussion is going." Her eyes flashed, and she added, "You know what I want: tell me what I have to do to get it."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha glowered back at De'ville ::

"Get out of here. I'll see that you get it later."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She sighed, frustrated, and got to her feet. "Fine." De'Ville walked to the door, looked back once, and then shook her head and stepped into the hall.