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[ilonga]

angstpril day 26

prompt: Songs for the Fallen

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Anakin enters their quarters that day with sorrow and misery practically radiating off of him.

"Oh, Ani," Shmi sighs, more to herself then anything, "Are you alright?"

 He rushes into her arms and she can see tear tracks glistening. "It's not fair, Mom," he hiccups through sobs, "It's not fair."

 So it isn't that something happened to him, then. That's certainly a relief. Shmi pulls him tighter into her arms. "What happened, Ani?"

 "They sold Millie. To Gardulla."

 Her heart drops to her stomach. Oh. The poor girl. She's far too young to have to face such horrors. Yet, Shmi can't help but be grateful that it hadn't been her or Anakin Gardulla had decided to poach back.

 "Shhh," she says, brushing her hands through his hair. "Shhh, Ani, it'll be alright."

 "It's not fair," he insists, angry and miserable and hopeless.

 "The desert is not fair," Shmi says gently. "All we can do is carry her in our hearts, and sing for her so that the winds may guide her to freedom."

 He looks up at her then, eyes wide and hopeful. "Can you please, Mom? Can you sing for her?"

 "Of course," Shmi says, and pulling her son close, she sings a haunting, lilting melody until he drifts off to sleep.

*

 Kneeling beside his mother's grave, Anakin sings.

[klara019]

Angstpril day 26

Songs for the fallen

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They were sitting in a dark, cold cell. The atmosphere of fear and death was overwhelming, the hope was gone. Clanking of the chains was making the prisoners crazy. There was no one who could possibly set them free. Metal grids were reminding them of what they’ve lost and will never be able to regain.

Steps were becoming louder, someone was getting closer. The steem made them squint as their eyes were no longer accustomed to the light. They saw two silhouettes, they threw something into their prison cell. The metal sound and a painful groan ensured them what it was. Or rather who it was.

“Chief?” one of them asked with both fear and resignation.

Only sigh of life she gave was another yawp. Someone put an oil lamp, so they could have any light.

“It can be useful,” he whispered. Nobody recognised his voice.

One of the prisoners got it and came closer, lightening the inside of the cage.

“Oh, spirits…”

“We need to get her onto the bed.”

“Did she pass out?”

‘We need to get this off somehow, instead she is going to bleed to death.”

Then she spoke, her hoarse, faintly voice made them shake with fear.

“Don’t.”

“Why not?! Chief if we don’t take this off…”

“Trust me,” she said, wincing in pain.

“Everybody out,” he said when he saw red blood on his hand. “I can do this alone. I need a lot of clothes, give me anything you have. Duncan, is there any water left?”

Someone nodded in the darkness, they nearly noticed that.

“Give it to me then, we don’t have all day.”

The light was weak, they only could see the shapes of who was where.

“Don’t touch... The arms…” she said exhaustly looking at the man hunching over her.

“I’ll do my best, chief,” he whispered, slowly and delicately taking off the metal armour. Her one white tank top was bloodstained, she gasped when he accidentally touched her ribs. “I’ll roll it up a little, so I can see the wound.”

He looked at her with pity in his eyes.

“Pass me the water.”

He soaked the cloth in it and gently cleaned the wound. He didn’t know what kind of weapon left a damage like this, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. He did everything he could to ease pain. He was constantly looking at her face, so he would notice if he hurt her.

“Airnomads… The avatar… They are safe,” she said breathing heavily. He noticed tears in her eyes, she looked away. She was lying still, like the pain didn’t matter now.

Everything went silent for a moment, only the clanking chains were singing the songs for the fallen.

[heavendreams]

Graphtober, week 5, day 26. Dawn

Photo personnelle du vieux port de Cannes, ce thème ayant ravivé des souvenirs d’enfance pour les couleurs.

[tealemonaddiction]

Wakfu/dofus-tober challenge day twentysix: favourite mob

why not only one mob? because drawing just a little jelly (my most favourite mob) wasn't enough for me! so I added around first a miliboowolf (because they are super cute and I kinda like them) and...Sulkrupt. ok, it's the srambad dungeon boss, but it's also one of my favourite, and I wanted to draw it somewhere.... so, here you have it, three mobs at the price of one :'D

[feverieiro]

11.09.2016. “Making my way home.” the past series: day twenty six

[geospace888]

Day Twenty-Six: Your favorite Ancestor . The Summoner it's a cool character for me. He directed the rebellion in the time of the others Ancestors and I think is one of the most coolest tings in Homestuck! It implies a lot of responsibility directed so many people, the courage and the confidence of The Summoner is some think that I admire. Also, he have a design really Cool! I enjoyed drawing him~ . #inktober #inktober2017 #homestuck #homestuckchallenge #drawing #dibujo #traditionalart #art #ink #fanart #myart #my_art #daytwentysix #thesummoner #summoner #ancestor #homestuckancestor #homestuvkthesummoner #homestucksummoner #nitram #homestucknitram #cool

[faintest-first-starlight]

146/365 🐇🐇🐇 #mayphotochallenge #daytwentysix https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm7uTQ6pVwj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[faintest-first-starlight]

116/365 Sunsets...that is all. #aprilphotochallenge #daytwentysix https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm2e8WepN5m/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=