Sep 1-5
Lineages
“Next time, I won’t be here to salvage your wreckage. This is the last time.”
OR
“What made you think I cared for you?”
Sep 6-12
Synthetic vs Natural Crystals
"Don't pretend you didn't know what was going to happen."
OR
“You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”
Sep 13-19
Sith Ranks
“I shouldn’t care for your life, but I’m starting to and it’s becoming an inconvenience.”
OR
"It'll be for nothing."
Sep 20-26
Building the Lightsaber
"Don't be scared, I've done this before."
OR
"We'll make it alright to come undone."
Sep 27-30
Free Days
Alts:
Mandalorian AU
Different Time Period
Haunted By Ghosts
"I thought I killed you already."
WARNING: Violence to a ten year old and slight references to suicidal thoughts.
If you thought the head trauma was bad…..
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Souka scrubbed the floor as best he could with manacled hands. Hands with wrists that were bruised and bleeding. With every movement he made to clean the floor, he just dripped more blood on the stone. He was holding tears in, but he felt the pressure in his chest. The ten year old stopped scrubbing and sobbed silently. His sucking breath was the only sound he made. But it was just enough of a sound to bring in his master.
“What is going on here?” the man snarled, prowling into the room.
Souka grabbed the rags again and started to scrub harder, ignoring the tears dripping down his face.
“Yeah, that’s right you little runt,” the man laughed, walking closer. “Keep on scrubbing. Don’t want to make me angry, now, do yo-” He stopped short and stared down at the blood Souka was now dripping everywhere.
The man swore so violently, Souka flinched back and curled onto himself, unable to breathe. Souka felt the texture of the wall as he was struck back before he felt the pain. He crumpled to the ground, nauseous and dizzy. He held in the urge to throw up. It would not end well for him if he did that on the already bloody floor.
The man stood over him, yelling. Souka didn’t know what the words were. He had heard different versions of that shout over and over again every day since his parents sold him into the slave trade.
Souka faded out, not hearing or understanding anything. His fear and pain were made worse as the man started to prod him hard in the chest with his foot.
Then, there were comforting hands. Hands that brushed back his hair and rattled with their own set of chains. Souka was told not to sleep, but he was tired. He couldn’t remember what was going on. He can’t remember why there are tears on his face. He couldn’t remember why his wrists hurt.
When Souka woke up, he couldn’t decide if he was glad, or disappointed. His life had just been a series of miserable events. He opened his eyes to see a familiar face. One of the few he actually liked.
“Ichimaru,” Souka whispered.
The white haired teen smiled bitterly. “Yeah, it’s me. I’m glad you’re okay.”
“I’m not.”
“Don’t say that!”
Souka turned his head away.
Ichimaru sighed. “Look, I’ve told you about the hero Souka?”
Souka listened. He tried not to show it, but he liked this story.
“That’s why I call you Souka,” Ichimaru said, holding his hand. “You’re a hero, bud. I believe you’ll be the key to freeing all of us.”
Souka closed his eyes. Souka, the hero. He grew from being a slave and took down masters, saved slaves, found them real lives. Souka wanted it so badly. But he had lived this life for too long. He couldn’t believe it anymore.
But Ichimaru could. Maybe Souka just had to try a little harder.
March 15-21
Armor Swap OR Mythosaur Mask
“You weren't meant to be there.”
Alternate Prompts:
Jedi/Sith AU
The Darksaber
Cin Vhetin
"My god can beat up your god."
"No grave can hold my body down."
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