#angstpril day 12

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angstpril day 12

prompt: Dying Words

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Her bones ache. The pain is everywhere, overwhelming—crawling up her skin and through her flesh and piercing her lungs and nerves and bones and heart.

But despite it all, she can't help but feel. . . joy. Her one wish has been granted. Her son, her beautiful, grown up son, is here by her side. Here to hold her, to reassure her, to ease her pain and guide her into her next life. To freedom. 

"Now, am I complete," she tells him, reaching and cupping his face in her hand. She tries to smile, to let him know how much he is loved, how glad she is that he came back. Her mouth doesn't move quite right and her head pinches with sharp pains, but he seems to understand.

"I love—"

I love you.

She rests.

*

His bones ache. The pain is endless and exhausting—his lungs burn and his every limb spasms and he can still feel electricity worming its way through his flesh and blood. 

But despite it all, he can't help but feel. . . joy. His son is alive, and safe. His daughter, who he will never meet, will never be so much as glanced at by the Emperor. The Emperor is dead and gone for good.

Never again will a Skywalker be enslaved—to any Master or any Darkness or any higher power.

"Now, you must leave me," he tells his son. He's ready to die alone. But Luke must live.

Luke protests. Viciously. "You have already saved me," he tries to remind Luke, and tries for a first attempt at a smile in decades. "You were right about me."

"Tell your sister . . . you were right."

I love you.

He rests.

[fanfictasia]

Angstpril Day 12

Confessions

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Doomsday

“What?” Hunter asks finally, obviously sensing Crosshair’s eyes on him.

“Are you alright?” he inquires – he has rarely asked this, has rarely had to, but now, he can’t ignore it.

“I’m the one who brought you here,” he answers, spinning around and walking off towards the others, but he hovers uselessly in the background, arms crossed. Hunter never asks for comfort. Crosshair has always known that about him – even if he wants it, he’ll never ask. And until Echo joined them, Crosshair is the only one who knew when he needed it. Tech is terrible at anything emotional and rarely does anything more than holding hands, even that of which is rare and he only does it if someone else starts. And Wrecker is… Wrecker. He’s half blind, to literally anything.

“We’ll find a way,” Crosshair tells him, following him and touching his shoulder, even if it’s hard to be so close to him.

Hunter twitches sharply enough that he’s mildly surprised he doesn’t outright pull away. From how he leans slightly closer, Crosshair can’t help wondering if it’s the first time he’s been touched in… a long time. It probably is. That must be… lonely. How did he survive like that?