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[boundforce]

plotted starter for @fealtybound !

THE SOUND OF THE RAY SHIELDS IS MADDENING. There is little that Vaylin despises more than being imprisoned. She has spent far too much of her life trapped. And this... it’s all too familiar. All too much. 

She isn’t in pain, at least, no more pain than she’d suffered in the battle, but she might as well be. It’s all too easy to recall when she’d last been confined for so long, when the Force had last been warped around her and bound away beyond her reach. She had been free for such a short time-- it had been exhilarating, her power had been endless, beautiful--

But not anymore. Now, she’s trapped once again. Caged, despite her best efforts. Defeated, broken. The now former empress is a shadow of her former self. Her dark hair hangs down in tangled waves over her shoulders, glassy yellow eyes unfocused as she sits on the floor of the cell, legs crossed and hands clasped lightly over her ears, trying to block out the hum of the shields. It’s infuriating, but Vaylin’s anger has been expended, and she reaches for the Force to no avail. 

The door to the detention chamber opens, and she lifts her head. Even separated from the Force, she can sense that presence. Rage which even she had thought to be exhausted bubbles up again, and Vaylin bares her teeth. Hands drop to the ground as she staggers to her feet, posture aggressive-- no doubt had there not been a shield separating them, she would have leapt forward. 

“ you, ” The word is hissed, accusingly. All of this is her fault, that woman that Vaylin couldn’t bear to call her mother. It was her fault that she’d been caged in the first place-- and now her fault that she’d been caged again, defeated and humiliated and stripped of her power. “ what do you want with me ? ”

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✧･ﾟ: * @fealtybound liked for a starter with alliance commander anakin skywalker

IT’S LATE.   Hours after most of the base, aside from the night watch, had gone to sleep. Ever since this had all begun, Anakin had had trouble settling in. No-- far longer, really. He can’t remember when he was last able to sleep well. Certainly, it had been before he had even become Sith, before he had been ripped from his childhood’s hardships and thrown into a world of blood and gore and glory-- a terrible fate, he had thought at first, then good fortune. And now... He isn’t sure. 

Head tilts back, gazing upward at the stars in the clear sky above Odessen. Somewhere out there, the Eternal Fleet waits, far off on Zakuul, Arcann sits atop the Eternal Throne, a throne that Anakin himself will hold someday-- 

He shakes his head. Once, he thought it his destiny to rule. To bring the galaxy together, to take control of both Empire and Republic, to end oppression and injustice through force if he had to. 

It was the only way. After he had committed to being Sith, this was the only way to gain true freedom. 

And now, he has a taste of what that might be, with the Alliance. It isn’t what he thought it would be like. But then again, none of this really is anything like anything he’d thought. 

Anakin shifts, returning his gaze to the peaceful, quiet surroundings as a familiar presence in the Force catches his notice. 

“ senya, ”   he acknowledges her, inclining his head slightly.   “ how was the patrol? ”

Despite the distrust that some of his people hold for Senya, Anakin can’t help but be fond and grateful for her. Something about her presence is both soothing and bolstering. 

[chokethelight]

@fealtybound​  asked:  “I win. I bested you in combat.“ @ maybe some of that young valkorion biz because i'm suffering enough ok.

and so she had. BEING BESTED IN COMBAT WAS A RARITY. an uncommon occurrence in the way that he often was untouchable - infallible. he was the most powerful in the galaxy. time and time again he proved that. he proved it because it was the only thing he could to.

perhaps his time here had changed him. perhaps... he was changed because he was around many who DIDN’T KNOW WHO HE TRULY WAS. he was around one’s that he could manipulate, control, and ultimately use --- a change of pace. a change, that he was steadily getting used to. 

❝ congratulations. ❞ it was the only words that he could get out of his mouth as deep breaths were sucked in and let out slowly. ❝ i was going easy on you. ❞ he was not.

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@fealtybound​ asked: “You can fool yourself and everyone else, but you can’t fool me. I know who you are.“ @ wyndel.

arms stayed at his sides as she spoke. hiding wasn’t going to do him any good around her it seemed. he could try, he could fool the entire galaxy, but at the end of the day? it came to the fact that not everyone was so blind - not even the ones he actually gave a damn about.

breaths were taken in as his breathing finally relaxed. it was hard enough to breathe in a mask, but more so when fear - a rare emotion - was slowly taking over. to feel it... to know he couldn’t say anything to get out of this? well, many possibilities came to mind. none of them were entirely good, but he could make it through this. he had to --- because if he couldn’t? it most likely would another incident again and that was he las thing he needed; more fuel for the fire.

❝ then you know why i’m RUNNING. ❞ force be dammed, he knew this was a mistake. he knew that everything was gone to back fire on him; a deal was taken and now he suffered the aftermath. what he wanted and what he deserved were not the same. so much power and he was wasting it because he knew nothing about what he did --- maybe for the best over-all. 

❝ why i ensure no one knows. ❞ shame, embarrassment? no, it wasn’t that; fear. that was what he felt. fear of what could happen if he went too far and if he didn’t go far enough. he just wasn’t ready --- never would be at this rate. he’d bide his time.... even if it meant losing himself completely.

❝ ------- what do YOU want? ❞

[chokethelight]

fealtybound replied to your post “   “You would think by now you’d appreciate me. I suppose time has...”

stop ruining my afternoon.

“Stop taking my spotlight.”

[chokethelight]

@fealtybound  replied to your post “We love 1 Valkorion / Vitiate.”

do we love him tho.... do we

WE do love him or as Wyndel would say ‘i love his power. not his attitude.’ 

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@fealtybound​​ sent:  “ you act like you’re full of regret , but I know you don’t really mean it ”

OH, BUT SHE DOES MEAN IT. What she regrets, though, might not be what her mother would wish that she regretted. She regrets her weakness, her lack of control, her inability to destroy her enemies. 

But she will never be strong enough to gain her victory if she remains imprisoned, cut off from the Force. So, she puts on her mask of feigned regret. Apologetic gaze, head bowed, shoulders drooping. She is humiliated by the posturing, the face she must put on. 

It means first accepting her defeat, her powerlessness. But Vaylin must. If she remains stubbornly rooted in her hatred, spitting venom at anyone who dares approach, she will never see the outside of this cell. 

Ah, but Senya sees through it. Vaylin should have expected this-- her mother is annoying in that way. That way, and many others. But she restrains herself, only allowing the slightest of pouts in response to the accusations. 

“ mother, ” voice lacks the usual haughty tone she takes, and she lifts her head just slightly. “ but i do mean it. ” she doesn’t meet her mother’s eyes, trying her best to appear genuine. “ i’ve had all this time to think about it. ”

[chokethelight]

fealtybound replied to your post “Me, seeing an old republic blog: NICE Emperor Valkorion from the...”

aBSOLUTELY nOT

YOU RANG?!

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