#siderealtahir

[tiagoaflame]

— HELLFIRE〔korriban /// 3954BBY /// tiago && tahir 〕

@tahirqarn

content warning — violence / torture

Tearing, red, breaking, ripping, dark. With every visit, Tiago's head was forced into the ocean of Dark, holding his breath until his lungs burned and he involuntarily inhaled all it had to give. It rolled off him, as easily as Light did, making spikes of the Force within him, which shot out viciously to defend itself and its host. The moment the pain stopped, the red lifted, and the Dark ebbed as quickly as it had flooded.

Every time, the same thing happened — they pushed and Tiago's Force followed where they wanted it to be without issue, without fight. As they stopped pushing, his Force snapped back to its origin. The Jedi had tried, over years, by scolding, disapproving looks, separating him from his peers and friends, to push and keep his Force Light-sided, and they too had failed just like these Sith tearing at his body and mind did.

The doors opened, again, and two pairs of feet sounded towards where he'd been kept. No words when he was dropped into that ocean yet again, tearing, ripping, screaming — his screaming. Lashing out in anger in vain until it stopped again when his body was on the edge. Hands pressed to his chest and knitted burnt flesh and broken bones with warmth, and Tiago, breathing hard, tears and blood staining his cheeks, opened his eyes to look at his brother.

If you kill him, you could escape, a voice whispered through his head, around his right ear. “No,” he breathed out, still looking at Tahir, less focused on what he was doing, however impressive, than on his face, “he's my brother.” A cough caught his breath as his body was mended under warm, familiar — yet unfamiliar — hands. This is his doing, kill him. A pained laugh bubbled from his lips, followed by a wince. “It's not. Not at all.”

When his body — body only — was shaped back into its former state, hands left him again, fresh to restart the cycle of drowning and undrowning, ebbing and flooding his Force to the edges of his being's capabilities. Tiago, from where he lay, caught the eyes of the woman with Tahir, and in an act of defiance, fueled by the warmth of his brother's Force still lingering throughout his being, Tiago gave her a small, reckless grin. “You want to go again?”

#.thrd #tahirqarn #siderealtahir #location: korriban #year: 3954 #with: kit #hellfire