IT IS ONLY A TEMPORARY PEACE THAT FINDS THEM , THE IN - BETWEEN OF LIGHT AND DARK is a calming gray ( like rain clouds , like a heavy shroud of mist ) as opposed to the constant cacophony of black / white . this slate of a backdrop is threatened only by the colors of their clashing sabers ------- violet , crimson , crimson again . there is serenity , despite their dueling , an overwhelming sense of it .
THEIR LIGHTSABERS CROSS AGAIN ( parry , parry ) AND SO THEY STAY , revan pushing forth , leaning with weight . his mask is illuminated by the sparks that fly from their blades , the hum that their weapons sing growing louder . his presence is turbulent , aura nothing but organized / controlled chaos , mind an echo of all he has wrought : HE , REVANCHIST , BUTCHER , THE DREADED . ❛ what do you call yourself , boy ? ❜ / / @rottedren liked .
