WHO:
emperorshand and
im_not_the_popeWHERE: idk wherever Uncle Palps is at
WHEN: LAAAATE in the night
WARNINGS: Mental maniplation, force style!
SUMMARY: After nearly a week on little sleep, Mara goes to confront the one thing she didn't think she'd have to.
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He allowed his mind to be a beacon; calling to her, directing her on the right path to find him. After all, if she was going to pay him a visit, who was he to refuse? She would find him as anyone ever found him - seated in his chair, his arms resting on the arms of the chair, leaning comfortably back, the black robes he always wore wrapped around his figure, obscuring all but his mouth and chin.
A slight grin came to his face. "I have been expecting you, Mara Jade," he said to her as she approached him.
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Her mouth curled down into a frown, and she bored holes into his head. It wasn't hate. It was annoyance, defiance, resilience.
"I don't give a kriff who you were expecting. I came for one reason, sleemo, and that's to tell you to get out of my karking head."
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"You wanted me in your head before. You reveled in my presence, in my praise. Where did you go so wrong, Mara Jade?" He could sense her resistance to him, her defiance; he would soon break it down. "Perhaps... No, that would be foolish, even for you."
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"I never went 'wrong', I just got a little too smart for you to handle."
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