“I thought you were dead. I heard you were cut in two. Not that it matters. My grandfather took your place as Darth Sidious’s apprentice. But both of them are dead now, long dead. So how are you still alive?”
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“I thought you were dead. I heard you were cut in two. Not that it matters. My grandfather took your place as Darth Sidious’s apprentice. But both of them are dead now, long dead. So how are you still alive?”
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sithshadow : ( starter call. )
kylo ren sighed once the comm to his quarters chirped, taking once last glance in the mirror and fluffing his hair before turning toward his chamber door, “ come. ” he answered and the door opened. “ Maul. It’s good to lay eyes. ” he said, “ What can I do for you? ”
stay dead and let me manipulate your padawan in peace
How about I haunt you until you leave him alone, I think that’s a better idea.
on a scale of 0 to ‘I will hug a Sith Lord to keep him away from my Padawan’ how much do you love your Padawan?
Roses are red, you have pretty eyes, you ever hear the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?
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“ ... flattery and Sith legends will get you nowhere. ”
sithshadow replied to your post: Siri @ the dash like ‘ keep your grubby paws away...
I have only done a few things wrong don’t call me out like that
Ferus isn’t allowed to play with Sith Lords, and his husband needs him home by 10. sorry you’ll have to go elsewhere.
"My lady...I am afraid that Master Skywalker has died."
meme. // selectively accepting
her inhale is quiet, barely there ––– just a shocked little gasp, a stuttering of breath. there’s a moment of CONFUSION, the briefest second of no, of course i couldn’t have heard that right, i must have misunderstood, before the reality sets in, and the world begins to tilt. ❝ i –––– you’ll have to for–– forgive me, ❞ she manages, her voice already beginning to shake, as fingers fumble for the arm of a nearby chair. she all but collapses into the seat, her throat starting to close up. no. this can’t be right. he’s wrong. he’s misinformed. it wasn’t exactly a REVOLUTIONARY tactic to fake one’s death in a war, and after all, people went missing in action every day, he could turn up, this could just be a mistake, it’s not, he can’t, he can’t, she can’t ––––––
ANAKIN SKYWALKER CANNOT BE DEAD. THERE IS NO REALITY IN WHICH THIS CAN BE TRUE.
foolishly, stubbornly, she tries to reach out to him, in her mind, in her soul. ( there was a moment, once, just once, in her apartment; she’d felt his soul calling out to hers, felt him reaching for her, even from half a planet away. if she calls for him now like he called for her then, he’ll feel it. he’ll hear her. he’ll answer. she knows he will. she knows this like she knows that the sky is blue and the sun will rise in the morning. if she calls for him, he will answer her. )
NOTHING. there is nothing but silence, dead air, dead space, and the sympathetic look on sheev palpatine’s face as he watches her stare, unseeing, out the window.
❝ he –––– he said this was just a ROUTINE SWEEP, ❞ she whispers. even her voice is shaking. padmé’s eyes shoot up to the chancellor’s, wide and distant, as reality wars with disbelief in her mind. HE’S NOT DEAD. HE CANNOT BE DEAD. ❝ he said.... ❞ anakin, she’s starting to realize, had said a lot of things. they both had.
and death had claimed him still.
there’s a sharp pain in her stomach, something between a kick and a stab. ( with a kick that hard ? definitely a girl. ) her hand shoots to her side, her free hand clutching the arm of the chair. her throat’s still tight; she thinks she might collapse or be sick or do both. ❝ leia, ❞ she whispers, fingertips digging into the thick robes doing little to hide her swollen stomach, tears starting to fall, hot and heavy. ❝ he said we should name her leia. ❞
Wide eyes can’t help but stare , even as too big glasses slip down his nose and go crooked . He knows it’s not right to stare . He’s been told so many times before by his father , and while Matt has seen many different types of people he can’t help but be in awe . The blonde boy is taken with the sight before him . Horns protrude from the other’s head like a crown , dark tattoos stand out against red skin , and sharp yellow eyes look ever watchful . There a tilt of his head , brows furrowing in thought . What do his horns feel like ? If he asks , will he be allowed to touch ? Maybe if he asks nicely . . . --- @sithshadow
“ Um , is it --- is it okay if I uh . . . ”