She hesitates for a moment but as soon as his steps hurry so does hers until they’re close enough for her to place her hands on the sides of his arms. “Oh, Anakin…I’ve missed you too…It was driving me crazy not knowing from you, I’ve heard horrible things in the holonet news.”
He reaches, gloved hand proffered forth, before gently tracing her cheek with his thumb, blue eyes soft as a ghost of a smile finally appears to Anakin’s features. “..Well, I’m alright. They haven’t gotten me yet, my love.” Padmé always seemed so delicate within his arms. “And you—”For a moment, the brunette’s voice falters and he searches her warm gaze.
Following his father’s gesture, Luke took the seat beside him, adopting a posture which he would not have needed had he still resided upon the farm. His back was straight, and he was positioned in a way that appeared to make him a fraction taller. Such a manner of holding himself had only come about from observing the way that Vader carried himself about the station, shoulder back and a head held high as if that part of him alone could govern the stars. It was admirable - thus Luke imitated it himself.
The question left Luke thinking for a moment. Whilst it was eerie enough to suddenly dwell within a place for strange and so unlike anything he’d experienced beforehand, excitement did still buzz about his blood and busied his mind with its vibration. “Oh, I’m fine. I mean, it’s all so… new, but I reckon I’ll get used to it.” Though it was a base, he still reserved the right to grow accustomed to it, didn’t he? “I suppose…” He instantly felt ungrateful, his eyes pulling away from his father and instead looking about the room in which they were seated. “It’s just so different to home, that’s all.” He was tempted to ask if they’d ever go back, out of some weird passing moment of nostalgia, but it remained nothing but an unvoiced thought.
Luke wondered what the true nature of his father’s wish to converse with his was truly about, since he doubted it was simply to engage in some long over-due casual chat. He could have asked at any time whether his son had enjoyed the experience so far. Something bigger stirred between the two of them, Luke could feel it. A pressure which would ultimately surface. Luke returned his gaze to Vader, young eyes meeting with the older, golden stare of the other. His father had yet to teach him about his supposed power, or even discuss it with him at all. Burning questions lapped at his throat, his tongue itching to enquire.
“Father… What am I meant to do?”
Thought it was vague upon the surface, there was little else that it could be about aside from the pressing matter of his lack of ability concerning the Force, the destinations that were set out for him now that he stood beside his father as well as what role he would now take since he had joined a darker side. By leaving Tatooine with Vader, he knew he was signing some sort of contract, transferring from a more free party to one which was one-hundred percent Empire based. Thoughts of such a subject struck fear into his heart, since he’d before been so keen to look at the world from a Rebellion perspective. However, those thoughts had been banished. Luke hardly admired the thought of becoming his father’s enemy.
When he’d first found Luke, the young man had known next to nothing — at least by Vader’s standards. His manners had been adequate enough, however not quite what his father expected from him.. but over the recent days, the Sith Lord had seen how rapidly his son had been learning. Needless to say, that had hardly helped his pride from swelling even further. It was already quite obvious that the young man had near-overwhelming potential.
Now it would finally be put to the right use—- not simply on a moisture farm in the far reaches of the Outer Rim.
But Luke’s question silenced Vader. It made him think. Had this been a few years ago, he might have brashly answered with something he might have regretted saying later on — but now, the brunette knew he had to choose his words carefully. He’d learned more than enough regarding manipulation from his Master. His younger self would have hated himself for it, but now.. now, it was by pure instinct that Vader acted thusly.
“You must do what you feel is right.”
He could only hope that what the blonde believed in was the same as what he was fighting for, to this very day. Deep within his subconscious, however, Vader knew that.. were his son to turn away from the Empire, he could very easily follow. This was someone the Sith valued greatly. Perhaps moreso than his very own Master. That was something he did not like thinking about. It made him feel as though he had failed the very purpose for which he had destroyed the Republic.
And if he faced those inner demons, Vader would come to realize just how much he hated himself.
It was not worth much deliberation.
“I will teach you the ways of the Force. The ways of the Dark Side..”
A distinct memory came to mind of when he had first met his— his first master. Obi-Wan Kenobi. He could vividly recall, to that very day, when they had first spoken. It nearly felt as though he had been an entirely different person then — with a different life, a different future… Anakin Skywalker was long dead now. He had been so utterly overwhelmed by that fateful day on Tatooine. The first day he’d seen a Sith, as well, hardly minutes after he’d bid his own mother farewell for good.
Vader often found himself pondering what his life would have been like, had he never chosen to leave Tatooine. Would he have been happier that way..? Surely he would have lived as a mechanic — perhaps Cliegg Lars would have bought him, as well, and they would have remained as a happy family.
How amusing.. to think that the very man who could have possibly become a father of sorts to him was the person he’d slaughtered only days ago. It was terribly tragic. A cold smile came to Vader’s features as he leaned to his son, placing his mechno hand upon Luke’s shoulder.
He waited in the silence for Vader to finish the bandaging, waiting it all to be over with. Wanting to wake up and go though the daily motions of life in the Temple again. Wanted to cut off his padawan braid once more and see the young man smile— wanted to tie in the small pieces of colored fabric into his first braid and see how proud he as of himself…
Anything but this.
The other finished and Obi-Wan’s arm was patched up, the only reason for him looking back at the brunette was for his actions. His hand of flesh grazed lightly against the older mans arm, tortuously, as their hands connected. Out of pure instinct,the need to show the younger man he still cared, Obi-Wan laced their fingers together and held on, even if the Sith’s fingers stayed limp. Hesitant, Obi-Wan looked back down again, ignoring his order.
“Why didn’t you come for me?”
“Because I had to make sure your son was safe from you.” That was the best answer he could provide, and guiltily he looked back up at the other. He could feel the pain he felt throughout the Force, nearly coating his senses with regret. He should have gone back for Anakin. erhaps he could have saved him then, talked some sense into him… But how could he when he saw the Sith kill younglings on a recording. How could he do that?
He shook his head and easily let the others hand slide away from his own. He felt so cold, so much so Kenobi nearly shivered. This was too much for both of them— so many conflicting emotions at once. Obi-Wan looked back down and sighed, bringing a hand to his eyes and he closed them. He was such a fool. He was letting his guard down, and it was foolish of him, but he still, still after all this time trusted the golden brown haired male to keep from attacking.
He wondered if Luke was alright.
“How could I have?”
The older man’s words stung far more than they should have. He did not want to hear this, he did not want to know that Obi-Wan was truly against him — the brunette’s emotions warred against each other, his mind in constant conflict. Why couldn’t he manage staying on one side? Loyalty was one of Vader’s most treasured qualities, however now.. now, he felt that he was lacking that most.
Was he supposed to hate this man for what he’d done? Or perhaps hate what had happened to the both of them, instead. Perhaps, Vader considered, he should have hated himself for all that he had done. He knew it had been wrong, no matter what he told himself. But was it not too late for regrets? Years had passed, and it seemed that neither of them had been able to move on from all that had happened.
It had simply been far too much.
“How could I have?”
His golden gaze, as well, dropped, hand of flesh curling into a tight, angry fist. His blunt nails bit into his skin and he felt that pain was the answer. The Sith didn’t know, he—- He didn’t want this. Anything but this. An angry exhale of breath escaped the brunette and he straightened slightly, brows furrowed as he frowned once more at Obi-Wan. At the man he had trusted so intimately for so very long. What twisted his gut the most was that he still felt that he could trust this man.
That was undeniably wrong.
“Aren’t you the all-knowing Force user?”
He already hated himself for saying that. He was not an upset child, he was the Dark Lord of the Sith; However, in that moment, Vader felt as though he were behaving like a petulant youngling. Nothing more than a beginner. Then again, he’d always felt stupidly inexperienced within this man’s presence. That was partly how his problems had begun in the first place.
Vader sighed, feeling himself deflate just slightly. “I don’t know.”
It was becoming more and more frequent that Count Dooku and these two particular Jedi crossed paths during this war. Perhaps it was the will of the force, being that as far as Jedi were concerned, Obi-Wan was something of a grandson to Dooku, through their ties of the relationships between master and padawan. Qui-gon, many years ago, studied under the Jedi known as Dooku, and now, years into the future, Obi-wan had been trained by Qui-gon, and now had his very own padawan, the apparent chosen one.
Dooku doubted this prophecy with every fiber of his being. Count Dooku, who had once believed himself to be the chosen one, now knew that it mattered not. Balance was to be brought to the galaxy by other means. His master, Lord Sidious, would see to it with the Count’s help.
“What do I owe the pleasure this time, Jedi fools?”
He’d crossed paths with this man far too many times for it to be acceptable. It was high time that the job was finished — merely at the sight of Count Dooku Anakin’s blood pulsed with a rage, his right arm (or, rather, what was actually left of it) aching as he let out a tense breath of air. Teeth grit, his mechno hand gripped his weapon tightly, adrenaline already racing at the prospect of ending what had been started only so many months ago.
“I’ve come to end your role in this war for good, Dooku.”
The young Jedi’s blue eyes very nearly sparked with the rising frustration he felt within. Merely looking upon this Sith made his gut twist with an overwhelming sense of hatred. He knew the emotion was not right to feel; he knew he had to stifle it.. but Anakin couldn’t.
“Perhaps you would be better off surrendering now, before you get hurt.”
Have you ever cried with open, honest tears as if a blackened grief washed over your soul, whatever light lay ahead then extinguished thus leaving you alone within a wild, hungered darkness, your face stinging from the strain and your body heaving with bitter sorrow as it erupts for the corners of your soaked eyes and stains your cheeks?
Have you ever felt an overwhelming sense of triumph, as if something spiritual has guided to you towards a champion victory, as if luck is a mere idea used by gamblers and criminals whereas you possess something much greater.... something much more powerful, as if the worlds could stop and applaud... and as if you were untouchable.
[Maybe if she stares at the ground for a few minutes, the noise will go away and she can talk to people without wanting to claw her ears off.]
[Nope—noise is there, people are there, Spirit is right here, right now, opening and closing her mouth like a fucking idiot in an attempt to find the right words.]
Oh, wow—[Always a good start, she thinks]—where did you get—that thing? You don’t sound like the tainted people are supposed to, and you’re old as shit. But. It’s weird.
[Do you even listen to yourself sometimes kid I swear to fuck.]
[Even if she is tapping her temple with one barely-shaking finger, head tilted and eyes narrowed in an almost comical fashion, she’s confident that swearing and calling people weird should be enough to keep her from looking totally useless and/or psychotic. Definitely.]
She appeared to be generally lost, however her words — well, he wasn’t entirely sure of what she was talking about. Tainted people? What made him tainted? Anakin’s brows furrowed as he folded his arms, blue eyes questioning. He knew there was a certain darkness kept deeply within him, however.. well, she shouldn’t have even been able to catch on to that, and perhaps this girl wasn’t even referring to such qualities, in the first place. Regardless, he’d never considered himself as being particularly old, either.
If she was hoping to get a rise out of him, she was doing a fairly decent job at it.
“I’m a Jedi.”
What was weird? Now he was just itching to know— pursing his lips slightly, the brunette shifted his stance, taking a careful step forward. He had to remain patient, as always. “My name’s Anakin Skywalker.”A hint of stubbornness escaped his tone, despite his intentions at remaining calm. He paused for a moment, looking her up and down before finally continuing.
Something about her was off. He could sense it through the Force.. her general presence clearly differed from all others, yet in a way that struck him as.. rather odd. He’d never come across anyone like her before. Maybe he was looking into things too much, however the Force had always spoken clearly to him.
[TEXT: Luke] i cn’at find the krifign sned button help
Send me a ♥ for a heart felt confession.
[TEXT: Luke] sithspawn i loVE YOU LUKE YOU’ER HTE LIGHT OF MY LFIE
[TEXT: Luke] OBI-WA S RYING TO TAKE MY OCM HOLD ON
Send me a ♯ for what my muse finds attractive about yours.
Anakin greatly admires Luke’s utter kindness and courageousness. Comparing the goodness within their hearts, they are very alike. His son has managed to face quite the demons, so to speak, achieving great things that saved the lives of many. Simply that, alone, is a great part of why Anakin loves him so much. In short, it is the goodness within Luke that he finds particularly attractive. Also, he’s princess of the galaxy, and who doesn’t like that?
Send me a ✉ for a kiss.
Send me a ♚ for a hug.
Anakin roughly pulled Luke close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. A hand soon followed, mechno fingers ruffling those soft curls he had grown so fond of tousling. He wrapped his arms gently around the young man, holding him close — tightly. He wished to comfort his son, sighing softly as he rested his cheek upon the other’s head. Warmth shared, he did not let go, swaying slightly on the spot. “It’ll be okay,”Anakin said quietly, blue eyes staring emptily into the distance. “Have faith in yourself,” a small smile twitched to his features, “I know I do.”
A new found wave of uncertainty had washed over the young man during the past seven days, the sands of security dragged further from his reach with every lap the sea made. Those days, which seemed more like years to him as he looked back, where he had rolled through each and every day upon the surface of Tatooine felt more like a treasure lost than a past to shun. Whilst being on-board the space station had opened his eyes to so many new possibilities, shaking the fact that had truly left him home for good really did begin to weigh him down quite a bit. He’d both gained and lost so much within a week, but he felt ungrateful for being so torn.
His father had suggested that Luke rest, providing him the chance to grow used to his new surroundings although he wondered how long they would remain as such. He disliked being aboard it, the repeated designs of the interior matched with stormtrooper after stormtrooper far from a homely atmosphere at all. Though he couldn’t afford to be picky. He remained within the privacy of his room, gazing through the window and down to the space below them, every far away star like dust upon the glass. Occasionally, Luke would reach up to wipe it clean, the very span of the space around him often going amiss since his mind raced with conflicting emotions. His father - Vader - must have explored it all, since his legacy reeked such and his mere presence was enough to spin curiosities of the galaxy beyond.
Possessing a shadow of stormtroopers had not sat well with Luke, since he felt more like a prisoner than a guest with their silent expressions and the heaviness of their boots following his own gentle tread. Their weapons too, a constant reminder that this was a time of battle. Nothing had happened during Luke’s time there, but he didn’t doubt that the Death Star would be a prime attraction for any Rebel if they were to come across it. Luke had dismissed the shadows, leaving behind his own, short and shaky one, which composed itself as he did before following him through the innards of the station.
Eventually, Luke came to the room that he knew his father would be dwelling within. He hadn’t been told, yet merely felt as if that room was the room to visit first. He supposed it was the Force, allowing him to locate what he sought within the depths of the space station. Then again, it might have just been his instinct. Luke went ahead, pressing the release to the door allowing it to slide open before he stepped through. He had been provided a better set of threads to clothe himself with, an outfit of black though not nearly as grand as the attire that his father donned. Luke approached, an expression of silenced concern gracing his features.
“You wished to see me, father?”
The past week had brought forth an utter barrage of events. Had Vader believed that his son’s recent reappearance had been the most surprising of happenings, he would have been far from the truth — however, he had foreseen his former master’s actions. The Force did not even have to tell him Obi-Wan would come looking for Luke, for the Sith Lord knew him well enough to know to expect him. And he had been prepared. Had this occurred several years ago, he may have been overwhelmed by a proud sense achievement; However, Vader knew that his arrogance could very well become his downfall once more.
He intended to remain careful.
Upon his son’s arrival into his life, something had seemed to.. change within the Force. Whether it was a shift within the Light or Dark Side of it, he had been unable to sense so far — yet it was quite evident that this alteration was one of great power. It was as though energy within the Force’s galactic reach had been focused upon this very space station. Vader knew that great things were ahead. The fact that Obi-Wan had decided to join them only made it all the more tense. The Jedi would have to be watched closely.
Vader had wished to speak to his son. Fortunately, Luke had sensed such. It was a thrill to be able to feel the young man’s presence approaching, to know that there was someone aboard the Death Star who differed as greatly from the others as the Sith Lord did. The brunette’s golden eyes lowered, a small smile gracing his lips as he heard the door hiss open, revealing to his son the dark appearance of his quarters. “Luke,”he sat at a long table intended for private meetings, the faint hum of devices from a near panel filling the silence. Another door upon the adjacent walls led to his meditative chamber, and although he believed it could come in use for his son in the future, now was not the time for that.
Vader’s smile grew by a fraction as he motioned for his son to sit beside him, the room’s darkness only shadowing the weariness within his worn gaze. He could have had his quarters decorated with royal grandness—- he could have requested it to have the finest selection of ornamentation and furnishing. But that would have reminded him too much of the past.. it would have only made him recall his late wife’s apartment, which they had shared, as well as the beautiful Jedi Temple, which now remained vacant. The last time he had visited the place, such a terrible horror filled its presence within the Force.. screams of the deceased echoed without, sending sickening waves through Vader’s mind — it had been unbearable.
He would not return.
It was strange, speaking so.. casually to the young man; However, Vader was satisfied. He would adjust. “How are you? Has your stay here been.. satisfactory?”
Anakin pushed Obi-Wan down, blue eyes powerfully focused as he placed his hands along the other’s waist.
“Just wait a moment,” he said, quickly hushing the Jedi before any protests could escape him. He wasn’t nearly done yet.
He felt as though his mind had gone blank, actions steered by pure want as he loosened the older man’s tunic, baring his sides—- a shaky intake of breath followed from the brunette as he partly straddled his lover, leaning close to nose the other’s smooth skin. His hand of flesh gripped the sheets beneath them just slightly, cold mechno fingers trailing over Obi-Wan’s abdomen as he gently pressed a kiss to the other’s side. A smirk twitching to his lips, he trailed more along, blue eyes darting up briefly with a smug look of satisfaction. He’d gotten what he wanted.
21: Then there’s tongue
He nearly clambered onto the other’s lap, hungering for physical contact, for that familiar warmth that sang of the heat of Tatooine and the love of another. Lips curved into a gentle smile, Anakin gazed into Obi-Wan’s wintry blue eyes, his hands rising to cup behind the other’s head. “Damn the Code,”the brunette murmured, knowing full well that the Jedi would become at least partly irritated by his brash words. They were beyond it, of course — Yet that was, in many ways, the wonder of it all. He was thrilled by the notion that he had some control over the other’s emotions.
Almost greedily, Anakin pressed his lips upon Obi-Wan’s, taking in whatever he could with his senses—- the older man’s wonderfully comforting scent, his taste, even purely the feel of him.. it made the brunette’s heart race with a thrill he did not experience commonly. Anakin’s tongue prodded forth, sweeping past the other’s lips to taste him.
A mix between a sigh and a content hum escaped him, blue eyes low-lidded with satisfaction. His fingers curled as he grasped at those soft, copper locks, their tongues wrestling for a moment as a shiver of something akin to electricity ran down his spine. Shifting slightly to sit more comfortably, Anakin was calmed by the thought that this was meant to be. This was what he wanted, as well as what his former master had wished for.