|I'm not always hiding|
"Good. Sith dont hide— most of the time. If they do, its for a good reason."
"Obviously, hiding is a wonderful way to evade capture. No?" Jacen remarked cheekily.
Rumpelstiltskin to Captain Hook (via petitsophie20) —
|Jacen eyed the seemingly lowly man and shouted, "You there, peasant farm boy, get mi something to eat and make it snappy. No I don't mean in an hour, I mean now!"|
D’artagnan whirled around at the sound of the booming voice giving commands. “Monsieur, I do not know to whom you are referring but if you are addressing me, I demand you do it with more respect that that. And for your information, I am not a cook. If you want something to eat, get it yourself!” The young Gascon was not in the least amused by the menacing man’s ill display of manners.
((LINNNNNDDSEEEYYYYY BABBBBBYYYY COME TO ME MY PRECIOUS DARLING SITH))
"Are you talking back to mi, peasant?! Get down on your knees before a Sith Prince and I will consider not striking you down," The Sith demanded furiously. His icy eyes shimmered with cold perfection.
((LLLLYYYYSSSAAA ADL, tackles))
|"I've got your little apple-eating princess," Jacen threatened.|
Joe’s first instinct, due to his current condition, had been to run when he heard someone approaching. But upon realizing who it was that was coming towards him and hearing what the man said, the boy froze.
He turned around and glared at Jacen, body tense and dark eyes flashing dangerously.
"Let. Her. Go." He growled.
"No! She is mi new pet," the menacing dark-haired man answered defiantly. The sith prince could feel the fear exuding from the boy’s aura.
"She ain’t EVER done anything to you!" Joe yelled "Why can’t you jist leave her alone!?"
Jacen was right, Joe was afraid. He was afraid for his dear Snow, as well as afraid of what was happening to himself. But his fear for his own being was slowly being replaced by a dark, creeping anger, one much different then any he’d ever felt before.
"Oh hasn’t she?" Jacen spat displaying a bite wound on his hand. "She moved to hurt me. Your argument is invalid. You needn’t worry about her safety any longer. She is in a coffin. All nice and comfortable," he added spitefully.
"So much for your darling, princess," Jacen added.