mad_muses october prompt set 2.2.1 ["killer" - the hoosiers lyrics prompt]
Don't turn out the lights // Kiss yourself goodnight cause there's a killer // And he's coming after you // Kiss yourself goodnight, tonight // Cause there's a killer and he's coming after you
As she walked away, a part of her was almost disappointed that the Sith hadn’t tried to kill her. She had seen the desire there in his eyes as he imagined what it would be like to squeeze the very life out of her. She imagined he had come up with about twenty ways to kill her in the few minutes they spent together. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had tried because it wouldn’t have much mattered to him that she was the daughter of a Senator, even one that supported the Emperor. She had a feeling that very little mattered to Starkiller once he set his mind to something.
Entering her ship, she wasn’t surprised to find her guards waiting for her. One looked calm, impassive even, and the other looked as though it was a hard job to swallow down the words she knew he wanted to say. He wanted to give her shit, he wanted to rip into her for sending him away but he didn’t dare step out of line. He knew she had a hard hand when she was in the mood to strike out after all.
Studying the two of them, she quietly marveled on just how different the two of them were. Like night and day with one being tall with skin the color of night and the other being a touch shorter and pale from all the time they spent in space doing the tasks her father sent her on. Her being the only child of a Senator, and later made Ambassador to do work for him.
She knew no one looked at her and saw who she was underneath. At least no one had ever looked at her and saw the truth before, not till she met Starkiller. She had learned long ago that people only saw what they wanted to see, so she had gotten good at making sure she could fit in everywhere. But Starkiller had seen her. She had seen it in the intensity of his gaze, in the way he assessed her, peeled her apart and tried to put it all back together. He had seen how she could fit into everything and yet didn’t fit in anywhere at all. There was a secret inside of her after all, one that very few people knew. Her two guards knew the truth about her but only one knew his place while the other was irritating her more and more every day. He was the one who got the dark look as she focused on him, the heels of her boots ringing against the metal floor. As soon as he saw the darkness in her eyes, he shrank back from her like a kicked dog. That pleased her at least, made her complacent long enough that she wouldn’t focus on tearing his head off right away.
Instead she looked to the dark Haitian who was waiting to give her information. “What is it?” She asked, arching a brow.
“Your father is waiting to speak to you.”
“Of course he is, he’ll want a report.” She smiled easily enough but the warmth didn’t reach her eyes as she walked past him. She could hear their movements behind her but she stopped them from following her through the doors to the bridge. “I’ll speak to him alone.” She informed them both with a cold look, one that was specifically aimed at the younger guard and then she was gone.
As soon as she was alone, she pressed the button on the console and watched the nearly 3-D, glowing blue form of her father appear in front of her. “Father.” She greeted him almost instantly, bowing her head ever so slightly.
“Hello, Claire sweetie.” He gave her a smile that spoke of warm fondness which told her, without a doubt, that someone was standing nearby. It was also the cue to her that she had to watch what she was saying. “Where were you? I was quite worried when I was able to contact the Haitian but not you.”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him, she swallowed the irritation even as she smiled back at him. “I made contact with our boy.” One would think, with the warmth in her tone, that it was an old friend or family member she had found. Not some Sith they were twisting about to use for their own purposes.
Now the pleasure was real as the smile grew on the Senator’s face. “Really? That’s good, Claire.” Then he held up a hand to give her pause as he glanced away, speaking in low tones to someone. When he looked back, he was smiling as he definitely seemed like he was pleased with the recent development. “We’re alone.” He nodded before continuing. “Did you give him our present?”
“Yes, he has it.” Though what Starkiller would do with the cube, she couldn’t be sure. She had a feeling he would watch it though. He didn’t seem to be the type to ignore useful information when it was placed in his hands.
“And what is he like?” Nathan asked curiously, arching a brow.
“He wants to kill me.” Now she smirked at him, listening to the rich chuckle on the other end.
“No surprise there.” He smirked back at her with a knowing look as he knew how his daughter could be. “But he was intrigued, no doubt?”
“He was.” Claire had gotten good at reading people and she had seen the desire in the young man. Yes, the desire had been mainly to kill her but the flicker of interest had been there. It was enough for her to go on, enough to play off of.
“Good. How long do you think it will take him to contact you again?”
Tilting her head, she considered the answer as she placed her hands on her hips. “It depends on what he decides to do with the information. Could be soon or it could be later. Either way, we’ve planted the seed in his head which will have to be enough for now.”
“That sounds fine.” Nathan nodded his head before glancing over his shoulder, presumably because someone else had intruded on their conversation and caught his attention again. She watched him for a moment before he turned back to her. “Claire, I have to go. Will you be returning home soon?”
“We will be heading back as soon as we can, yes.” Then she quickly added. “I will need a new guard.”
Now he gave her another knowing smirk. “West is irritating you, I take it?” He knew it wouldn’t be the Haitian.
“You have no idea. I have half a mind to shove him out with the garbage on the way back. He can’t fly on his own in space after all.” She rolled her eyes, the irritation showing plainly on her features.
“Now now, Claire, we can’t go around killing the help.” At least not when they had some use in them yet, was the rest of the statement but he didn’t say it out loud. “But I will look into sending him elsewhere when you get home. I will be waiting for you to get back.”
“I will see you soon.” She nodded her head.
“Good, until then, Claire.”
“Goodbye, Father.” She pressed the button, cutting off their communications before he finished saying goodbye. She smirked a little because she knew he would be irritated with that but there was nothing he could do about it now. As she turned around, she found the Haitian was standing there with a faint smirk on his mouth. “Listening in again?”
“Of course not.” He replied smoothly with a smirk but his next question said he had been on the bridge long enough to hear the tail end of the conversation. “So we shall be getting a new guard soon?”
“Soon, we won’t need anyone else.” She lifted her chin, a smug expression on her features as she started to peel off her gloves.
“You believe the Sith will join us?” He arched a brow at her, looking somewhat surprised.
“Yes. That or he’ll kill us.” She chuckled, slapping her gloves lightly against his chest as she walked past him.
“We’ll be leaving soon.”
“I’ll be in my chambers.” Claire didn’t bother looking over her shoulder as she walked down the winding hallway till she got to a set of double doors. Entering in a code, she waited for the doors to slide open before she walked into her chambers.
Unlike the cold metallic design of the ship, her chambers were a mix of warm materials, fabrics and plush furniture. It was her own little oasis and it was clear she was used to being in the lap of luxury, something she was determined to have a part of it with her while she traveled. That and it had been a ‘gift’ from her father. Still, she didn’t mind the large bed or the other pieces that she could lounge on during the long hours of traveling between planets.
Leaving the lights on dim, she pressed another button and soon there was soft music filling the room as she walked over to the large table by the window that was currently black. Peeling off her gloves, she tilted her head with a smirk as she knew she wasn’t alone. When the doors rattled before sliding closed, she merely turned to look at the dark form standing in the room with her. She knew who it was before the glow of a red lightsaber illuminated his hard features.
“Hello, Starkiller.” She tossed the gloves onto the table behind her before looking at him again as he started to advance.
[Starkiller is
starkiller_sith , and is used with loving permission. The use of the Haitian, West and Nathan isn't aimed at any specific journals, we're just abusing them! Follows this prompt]
As she walked away, a part of her was almost disappointed that the Sith hadn’t tried to kill her. She had seen the desire there in his eyes as he imagined what it would be like to squeeze the very life out of her. She imagined he had come up with about twenty ways to kill her in the few minutes they spent together. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had tried because it wouldn’t have much mattered to him that she was the daughter of a Senator, even one that supported the Emperor. She had a feeling that very little mattered to Starkiller once he set his mind to something.
Entering her ship, she wasn’t surprised to find her guards waiting for her. One looked calm, impassive even, and the other looked as though it was a hard job to swallow down the words she knew he wanted to say. He wanted to give her shit, he wanted to rip into her for sending him away but he didn’t dare step out of line. He knew she had a hard hand when she was in the mood to strike out after all.
Studying the two of them, she quietly marveled on just how different the two of them were. Like night and day with one being tall with skin the color of night and the other being a touch shorter and pale from all the time they spent in space doing the tasks her father sent her on. Her being the only child of a Senator, and later made Ambassador to do work for him.
She knew no one looked at her and saw who she was underneath. At least no one had ever looked at her and saw the truth before, not till she met Starkiller. She had learned long ago that people only saw what they wanted to see, so she had gotten good at making sure she could fit in everywhere. But Starkiller had seen her. She had seen it in the intensity of his gaze, in the way he assessed her, peeled her apart and tried to put it all back together. He had seen how she could fit into everything and yet didn’t fit in anywhere at all. There was a secret inside of her after all, one that very few people knew. Her two guards knew the truth about her but only one knew his place while the other was irritating her more and more every day. He was the one who got the dark look as she focused on him, the heels of her boots ringing against the metal floor. As soon as he saw the darkness in her eyes, he shrank back from her like a kicked dog. That pleased her at least, made her complacent long enough that she wouldn’t focus on tearing his head off right away.
Instead she looked to the dark Haitian who was waiting to give her information. “What is it?” She asked, arching a brow.
“Your father is waiting to speak to you.”
“Of course he is, he’ll want a report.” She smiled easily enough but the warmth didn’t reach her eyes as she walked past him. She could hear their movements behind her but she stopped them from following her through the doors to the bridge. “I’ll speak to him alone.” She informed them both with a cold look, one that was specifically aimed at the younger guard and then she was gone.
As soon as she was alone, she pressed the button on the console and watched the nearly 3-D, glowing blue form of her father appear in front of her. “Father.” She greeted him almost instantly, bowing her head ever so slightly.
“Hello, Claire sweetie.” He gave her a smile that spoke of warm fondness which told her, without a doubt, that someone was standing nearby. It was also the cue to her that she had to watch what she was saying. “Where were you? I was quite worried when I was able to contact the Haitian but not you.”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him, she swallowed the irritation even as she smiled back at him. “I made contact with our boy.” One would think, with the warmth in her tone, that it was an old friend or family member she had found. Not some Sith they were twisting about to use for their own purposes.
Now the pleasure was real as the smile grew on the Senator’s face. “Really? That’s good, Claire.” Then he held up a hand to give her pause as he glanced away, speaking in low tones to someone. When he looked back, he was smiling as he definitely seemed like he was pleased with the recent development. “We’re alone.” He nodded before continuing. “Did you give him our present?”
“Yes, he has it.” Though what Starkiller would do with the cube, she couldn’t be sure. She had a feeling he would watch it though. He didn’t seem to be the type to ignore useful information when it was placed in his hands.
“And what is he like?” Nathan asked curiously, arching a brow.
“He wants to kill me.” Now she smirked at him, listening to the rich chuckle on the other end.
“No surprise there.” He smirked back at her with a knowing look as he knew how his daughter could be. “But he was intrigued, no doubt?”
“He was.” Claire had gotten good at reading people and she had seen the desire in the young man. Yes, the desire had been mainly to kill her but the flicker of interest had been there. It was enough for her to go on, enough to play off of.
“Good. How long do you think it will take him to contact you again?”
Tilting her head, she considered the answer as she placed her hands on her hips. “It depends on what he decides to do with the information. Could be soon or it could be later. Either way, we’ve planted the seed in his head which will have to be enough for now.”
“That sounds fine.” Nathan nodded his head before glancing over his shoulder, presumably because someone else had intruded on their conversation and caught his attention again. She watched him for a moment before he turned back to her. “Claire, I have to go. Will you be returning home soon?”
“We will be heading back as soon as we can, yes.” Then she quickly added. “I will need a new guard.”
Now he gave her another knowing smirk. “West is irritating you, I take it?” He knew it wouldn’t be the Haitian.
“You have no idea. I have half a mind to shove him out with the garbage on the way back. He can’t fly on his own in space after all.” She rolled her eyes, the irritation showing plainly on her features.
“Now now, Claire, we can’t go around killing the help.” At least not when they had some use in them yet, was the rest of the statement but he didn’t say it out loud. “But I will look into sending him elsewhere when you get home. I will be waiting for you to get back.”
“I will see you soon.” She nodded her head.
“Good, until then, Claire.”
“Goodbye, Father.” She pressed the button, cutting off their communications before he finished saying goodbye. She smirked a little because she knew he would be irritated with that but there was nothing he could do about it now. As she turned around, she found the Haitian was standing there with a faint smirk on his mouth. “Listening in again?”
“Of course not.” He replied smoothly with a smirk but his next question said he had been on the bridge long enough to hear the tail end of the conversation. “So we shall be getting a new guard soon?”
“Soon, we won’t need anyone else.” She lifted her chin, a smug expression on her features as she started to peel off her gloves.
“You believe the Sith will join us?” He arched a brow at her, looking somewhat surprised.
“Yes. That or he’ll kill us.” She chuckled, slapping her gloves lightly against his chest as she walked past him.
“We’ll be leaving soon.”
“I’ll be in my chambers.” Claire didn’t bother looking over her shoulder as she walked down the winding hallway till she got to a set of double doors. Entering in a code, she waited for the doors to slide open before she walked into her chambers.
Unlike the cold metallic design of the ship, her chambers were a mix of warm materials, fabrics and plush furniture. It was her own little oasis and it was clear she was used to being in the lap of luxury, something she was determined to have a part of it with her while she traveled. That and it had been a ‘gift’ from her father. Still, she didn’t mind the large bed or the other pieces that she could lounge on during the long hours of traveling between planets.
Leaving the lights on dim, she pressed another button and soon there was soft music filling the room as she walked over to the large table by the window that was currently black. Peeling off her gloves, she tilted her head with a smirk as she knew she wasn’t alone. When the doors rattled before sliding closed, she merely turned to look at the dark form standing in the room with her. She knew who it was before the glow of a red lightsaber illuminated his hard features.
“Hello, Starkiller.” She tossed the gloves onto the table behind her before looking at him again as he started to advance.
[Starkiller is
starkiller_sith , and is used with loving permission. The use of the Haitian, West and Nathan isn't aimed at any specific journals, we're just abusing them! Follows this prompt]