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@slayderkin 's quote "The dichotomy of his physical beauty and tainted soul" is -chef's kiss-
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@slayderkin 's quote "The dichotomy of his physical beauty and tainted soul" is -chef's kiss-
Excerpt from Icarus Rising, covering Pt II of Kenobi:
It wasn’t a physical noise- not exactly- but Vader could feel the word spoken aloud in his mind.
“Anakin.”
It was a single word. A simple name, belonging to a man who had died long ago. But it was spoken in such a way that it carried grief and sorrow and regret and… something else that Vader couldn’t quite place.
And it was too much.
The simple word was heard by a man who was supposed to be dead. A man that somehow- against all odds- lived on in the deep recesses of Vader’s soul, clinging to life day after day, hoping against hope for a word such as the one that had just been spoken to reach him.
Vader felt Anakin stir deep within his chest, a tiny spark of light breaking through the prevailing darkness.
It could not be allowed.
Vader recoiled from the bond as if burned and stamped Anakin out, shoving him back down into the hidden parts of himself never to be seen again. Anger and rage and hatred consumed Vader and he let it bleed through the bond, feeling sick satisfaction when Obi-Wan recoiled in horror and desperately began to erect shields to quiet the bond, eventually succeeding in building a fortress of shields between them. Vader scowled and threw up his own shields as well.
In the thick and cloudy liquid of the bacta tank, Vader’s eyes shot open, his angry yellow gaze focused on a man halfway across the galaxy.
Kenobi .
Anonymous asked:
Stupid ass cunt. Maybe you should keep your fucking emotional shit to yourself and mind your own business. I can’t wait to hex you tonight. Have fun with what I send you.
that’s so kind, have fun with what i send back! <3
Excerpt from Icarus Rising, covering Pt II of Kenobi:
It wasn’t a physical noise- not exactly- but Vader could feel the word spoken aloud in his mind.
“Anakin.”
It was a single word. A simple name, belonging to a man who had died long ago. But it was spoken in such a way that it carried grief and sorrow and regret and… something else that Vader couldn’t quite place.
And it was too much.
The simple word was heard by a man who was supposed to be dead. A man that somehow- against all odds- lived on in the deep recesses of Vader’s soul, clinging to life day after day, hoping against hope for a word such as the one that had just been spoken to reach him.
Vader felt Anakin stir deep within his chest, a tiny spark of light breaking through the prevailing darkness.
It could not be allowed.
Vader recoiled from the bond as if burned and stamped Anakin out, shoving him back down into the hidden parts of himself never to be seen again. Anger and rage and hatred consumed Vader and he let it bleed through the bond, feeling sick satisfaction when Obi-Wan recoiled in horror and desperately began to erect shields to quiet the bond, eventually succeeding in building a fortress of shields between them. Vader scowled and threw up his own shields as well.
In the thick and cloudy liquid of the bacta tank, Vader’s eyes shot open, his angry yellow gaze focused on a man halfway across the galaxy.
Kenobi .
A slim thing, gold-haired like an angel, stands always at my side. His presence overshadows me. He moves in the gloom like a white flower.
-Oscar Wilde in 1895.