DARK FORCES (Thrawn x Reader)

18. Burning desire

"You don't scare me, Thrawn. In fact right now nothing scare me at all" you say, turning the staff in your hand.

You are pissed off. Frustrated, desperate. Fer is the person you trusted the most. She was your biggest confidant. And now she decides to leave when you haven't done anything bad to her.

"Tell me where she is" you say, approaching him.

Your heart rate is racing, you feel like your heart is going to jump out of your chest.

"I can't, I gave her my word" he says holding firmly "And I'm loyal"

He is calm, undaunted. His red eyes analyze you. You know you can't fight him. And the thing is that you don't intend to win, you intend to release all your anger.

"You're not being loyal to me" you spit.

It seems that his face changes for a second, but he returns to his normal state.

"You would do the same in my place" he says, supporting the staff base on the ground.

He doesn't bother to take off his uniform tunic, he knows he can easily bend you over. The first of your movements cuts the air and you hear the brief hum of the wood rumbling in the room. It's a warning for him to step aside. The chiss doesn't move a millimeter. You sigh in frustration. The next is a direct attack. Thrawn slows it down and throws your staff aside, it almost slipped out of your hands.

"She's my friend, Thrawn" you say trying to hold back the tears "If she's in trouble I need to know"

The next of your blows skims his shoulder, he knows how to move incredibly fast. Worry mixes with anger, you feel out of control.

"You know I won't tell you anything, drop that before you hurt yourself" he suggests.

His attempts to calm you down are useless. You've been accumulating bad feelings for too long that you don't want to take anymore.

"Then let me leave your ship" you say simply.

Your comment bothers him. He doesn't want you to leave and he doesn't intend to let you do so. Now he is the one who sighs annoyed. He catches you off guard and attacks from your left, causing you to destabilize and almost fall to the ground. You reaffirm your grip on the staff, which you hit against his hip. He didn't expect you to hit him.

"You made a move that is not what you were taught in the academy" he says confused.

You turn the staff and cut the air, the buzzing occurs again. Another warning for him to end this and let you go.

"That's because right now I'm not thinking about my training. I'm thinking about the anger you produce in me" you spit and walk away a few meters.

You are not running away, but gaining space to be able to take a run and land another blow.

"It's funny, because I was thinking about something that you produce to me... and it's not anger. And what I would do to you wouldn't be precisely to continue with this game" he says, turning his staff behind his back and nailing it again.

Thrawn is imposing, firm, very sure of himself. You swallow hard at his comment. Memories of your encounter make their way through your feelings of anger and betrayal.

"Don't touch me, alien" you say, squeezing the staff, feeling the wood brushing your palm.

Thrawn stifles a small laugh.

"So now you try to use that word as an insult" he says walking towards you "Even though you try to pretend how much you hate me your body betrays you"