ask not for who the bell tolls (it tolls for thee)
An ides of March fic
When he first becomes aware of the sensation, he thinks it a mere side-effect of his own ghastly power, and it makes him strut like a bejewelled game bird for several days.
But his ritual fades into passivity, as rituals do, and the sensation - no, one cannot call the sensation passive.
It haunts.
Palpatine experiences :3














