Heroes aren’t fearless. Heroes are brave, bravery requires fear, and fear is born of loving something enough that its loss would break you.
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Heroes aren’t fearless. Heroes are brave, bravery requires fear, and fear is born of loving something enough that its loss would break you.
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' if you don't mind my saying, milady, sometimes PACIFISM instigates more problems than solutions. '
&&. starter: ofpacifism
What, will these hands ne’er be clean?
(inspired by x)
drafts aren't working for me at the moment so like for a short starter!
it’d only been then, that she discovered how deprived lungs forgot to breathe. their time apart had come to stretch just beyond the points of which she’d been able to BEAR, & had robbed them of such an ability. for while he’d been away, she’d only known how to cling to every breath she had — unable to l e t t h e m g o. yet, in his sheltered embrace, it’d returned; just as he had, to her.
❛ —- … ❜
her lips had come to part, but their ghostly whisper is all that flows from the cavern of her mouth. a soft gaze had since lifted SKYWARD, in hopes of greeting the likes of his own — time & time again, for it shifts. from the soft curve of his lips, to the line of his jaw, only to return to shadowed pools … she’s t r a n s f i x e d. though it is not long before her brows would furrow, etching worries upon the plane of her forehead. the target of their concern is dutifully pointed out by a gentle brush of her fingertips — upon s c a r r e d features. he’d not returned // unscathed // …
❛ it’s been too long … every DAY, i — ❜
months. it’d been five months. ( & everything has changed.. )
the slightest tilting of his head and he's further pressed into the curve of her fingertips, gently tracing the line of pink flesh marring the length of his eye. he's all but forgotten about the obtrusion until the sight of her lovely worried frown reminds him that, just five short months later, he is no longer the man he was before. war has shaped him, all hard planes and attentions balanced to the p- oint of a blade. what he has seen, what he has DONE, may mean justice for the republic, but it has BLACKENED his soul.
but for one glorious moment, here, with HER, he is no longer a gen- eral of the 501 legion in the grand army of the republic. he is just a man who takes the greatest of pleasures in pressing his lips to the flesh of his wife's inner wrist, his gaze not daring to sway from hers. his left hand, the one that still has the pleasure of feeling the softn- ess of her skin beneath the pads of its fingers, lifts to trace down her temple and across the curve of her cheekbone, his thumb co- ming to rest on the center of her bowed lower lip. b e a u t i f u l. the answer to her unspoken gesture is the first to hang in the air:
' its nothing but a scratch. i'm fine ---- at least, i am n o w. every hour away from you was agony. if they send me to the outter rim again for that long, i don't know how i'll bear it. i hate leaving you here---- ALONE. '
the thought of it is a shade darker than distressing, and it encourages him to take another step impossibly closer to her.
Glory - John Legend ft. Common Selma (2014)
“Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it.”
Charles Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil, (1857)
"Yes. I killed you. I killed you, I killed Anakin. I killed the child you carried. And I hate myself for all that i have done.”
-Star Wars: Darth Vader And The Lost Command.
at night, the dead-star dragon sometimes sneaks through the cracks and crawls up into his brain and chews at the inside of his skull. the dragon whispers of what anakin has lost. and what he will lose. . . . even STARS burn out.
❝ Only because when you worry,
you get an idea. ❞
❝ —— & your ideas aren’t always the b r i g h t e s t..❞
❝ What charm? ❞ She replied with a teasing smile, ❝ I never knew that Anakin Skywalker had ANY charm.❞
' now you sound like obi-wan. he never likes my ideas either. says they're 'unnecessarily reckless'. '
the black glove of his durasteel hand lifted to clutch at his chest while a dramatic display of hurt dropped his jaw in mock indignation.
' my name, slandered by my own beloved wife! ---- i'll just have to CONVINCE you otherwise, won't i? '
’ my mind isn’t as fast as my lightsaber. my heart isn’t as impervious to PAIN as my right hand. ‘
"And to what do I owe the pleasure?"
' there have been sightings of separatist infiltration in this system. the council RESPECTS mandalore's decision to remain neutral in the war, and as such sent me to simply conduct a scan of the area. that way, any unpleasantness can be avoided before it even begins. '
☆ GRAND MASTER:
❝Sense this I do. —— Troubling this is, meditate I must. ❞ ❝ Open minded we must be when sensing the future Anakin. Careful of what lies ahead in o u r journey. ❞
' but how, exactly, will MEDITATION help? wouldn't action be a more suitable course? ---- i do try to be objective, master. its a difficult skill to perfect with the force clouded as it is. '
Reflections ||
❝ I do not take orders from someone who doesn’t even realise I am not — really — here.❞
' then consider it a REQUEST from a general in the grand army of the republic. and while you're at it, you can explain what you mean about not truly being here. '
❝ YOU DON’T seem to be doing a very good job if that’s so. ❞
THERE IS a flicker of a taunting smile, a wicked serenity in the face of his vexation she claims as hands fold against her abdomen, brows arched && calculating gaze affixed upon him. She pointedly ignores the inquiry dripping with indignation, a hum passing curved lips.
❝ THERE IS no passion ——— there is serenity. ❞
' isn't that the purpose of PRACTICE, master---- to improve oneself. without it, how can i expect to do a 'good job'? '
a sigh is pushed through his lips, the tightness in his shoulders slumping downwards as she makes herself comfortable. there goes his opportunity to have a rare moment of PEACE to himself. he allows his lids to drift shut once again, though his brows are now creased rather than smooth. perhaps if he returns to his meditation, she'll leave him be.
' for passion leads to emotion, and emotion leads to attachment, and attachment is FORBIDDEN. ---- that's a lesson heard by every padawan. '
"Oh I was thinking about killing myself, don’t you mind I love you, don’t you mind don’t you mind”