THERE WAS A THERMONUCLEAR FURNACE WHERE HIS HEART SHOULD BE, AND IT WAS BURNING THROUGH THE FIREWALLS OF HIS JEDI TRAINING. HE HELD THE FORCE IN THE CLENCH OF A WHITE HOT - FIST: HE WAS HALF SITH ALREADY AND HE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT.
ind. and private anakin skywalker from star wars written by sari
est. march 2016
an unforgiving storm , darkness tight against the boundaries of steel mind. the awakening is not smooth — nor is it simple. such begins with the flutter of closed lids , pale skin moving for the sake of understanding. staring back at him is a brown ceiling and nothing more , even the walls around offer no information , simply stand in wretched silence. panic swirls beneath his ribs , acceleration of a once steady heartbeat : remembrance does not arrive when he summons it. persistent , he pushes and pushes to no avail , desperate in the discovery of what has transpired. WHAT IS THIS PLACE ? worried question goes unanswered , for his brain is blank ; an unrecognizable empty space. a scream threatens to escape ( help. is that what he’ll get ? he knows nothing , not even his own name ! ) his throat — yet it’s stopped by a new presence. instinct guides guarded gaze towards the door , where a woman stands. there’s regality in her stance , sadness interwined between brown irises as hands rest on her swollen stomach. and she’s beautiful: enough to slightly soften what would’ve been harsh words. ❛ where am i ? ❜ notes are coarse , distorted by lack of use. / ❪@democraticqueen ! ❫