RESCUE: Pray This When You're Tired of Waiting
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RESCUE: Pray This When You're Tired of Waiting
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Six Sentence Sunday
"Can I trust you," he asked darkly, "if I open the windows?"
"You can't trust me at all."
Vader studied him for a moment, clearly weighing the situation in his head.
Then he sighed, and strode to the three large windows of the nursery, opening them slightly, making sure the lock was engaged. They were open far enough that Luke could maybe stick out his arm, but certainly not his head.
But they let the wind in, and suddenly it was significantly cooler. Luke relaxed, marginally; it was no longer quite so unpleasant.
@severnlight
“Düşündüğüm her kelimeye ayrı anlamlar yüklesem de kurduğum her cümlede olgusunu yitiriyor. Susuyorum. Nasıl bir arka fonu var ki hayatın; yedi ana renk betimlemeye çalışsa da hep siyah bazen de bir adım ötesi gri.. ve bilinmeyen bir siluetten ibaret; her zaman burada karanlık.
Güneş gözlerimin içinde olmasına rağmen henüz yanaklarıma dokunan gözyaşlarımın buharlaşması…Gölgem uzandığım yerleri yiyor…Rüya görmek, bağırmak, düşmek ve bir sonraki güne uyanmak nereye gidersem gideyim hep aynı... her zaman burada karanlık..
Bir yer arıyorum; uzakta bir yer. Nerede bilmiyorum; senden uzakta, benden uzakta..
Sözler canını yakıyorsa, suskunluk;öldürüyorsa, realite; gittikçe kurguya dönüşüyorsa, sesler; bir türlü bütünleşip melodi olamıyorsa, en güzel sandığın notalar; detoneliği aratmıyorsa, gerçek olamıyorsan, sahip olamıyorsan; her şey anlamsız..
Tabiattaki renkler, en hisli cümleler, en büyük yürekler acıtıyor. Boşluğun her bir parçası; tenine batıyor.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In a medieval world where the Empire engages in a fruitless war, Vader has recovered his lost son from the Rebellion who'd stolen him away and raised him against him.
Now what?
"I'm fifteen," he said. "I don't understand the Empire—I don't understand the philosophical arguments you keep throwing at me, I just understand that I've seen the Empire burn and hurt and destroy. And I've seen it double-cross, and stab itself in the back, and I know that was the only reason Tarkin was still there on the Death Star military base when I destroyed it. And you... you're a god in human form, to your troops; you're a demon in human form to the Rebellion... and..."
"And?" Vader prompted after a moment when Luke didn't answer. "What am I to you?"
Written because @severnlight makes beautiful art and has beautiful ideas.
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