Lost Again; Broken and Weary
WHO: emperorshand and inheritsthesky
WHERE: Luke's apartment
WHEN: After this thread.
WARNINGS: Star Wars! Brand angst!
SUMMARY: Well when the guy who controlled your entire life shows up, it's time for running to the guy who knows you best
FORMAT: Para!
The other night, she had enjoyed the cold air, being out in the night, where there was only the rush of the chase, saving people, using the skills she had learned as a child for something better than it's original purpose. She had enjoyed it. Now it felt disgusting that she had.
He was here. She had been so confident that life couldn't get worse. She could get over the death, over the marriage, but this?
No, this was worse. She slung the duffel over her shoulder, it held everything she had kept in the old apartment. It hadn't been much. Her costume, a few changes of clothes. Her lightsaber, vibroblade, blasters, they were either on her person or in her bag. She never kept much, and that was doubly true now. She could find Skywalker, carefully feeling for his prescence in the force, but there was that other, much darker one looming. She could feel it on her heels, a snake. It whispered promises, she could return to everything she once knew. She could be the best, the best, never failing. She wouldn't have to worry about this mess with Skywalker anymore, she could forget that one of the few friends she had in this city was gone.
No, she couldn't give that control.
So she was going to someone else? Give them the control?
Why was she this stupid? She shouldn't be heading to Skywalker's, but her feet kept moving. He had helped her defeat this before. He could do it again. She neared the building, and she knew he could feel her. For once, she didn't mind if he prodded. She was too numb, too overworked.
WHERE: Luke's apartment
WHEN: After this thread.
WARNINGS: Star Wars! Brand angst!
SUMMARY: Well when the guy who controlled your entire life shows up, it's time for running to the guy who knows you best
FORMAT: Para!
The other night, she had enjoyed the cold air, being out in the night, where there was only the rush of the chase, saving people, using the skills she had learned as a child for something better than it's original purpose. She had enjoyed it. Now it felt disgusting that she had.
He was here. She had been so confident that life couldn't get worse. She could get over the death, over the marriage, but this?
No, this was worse. She slung the duffel over her shoulder, it held everything she had kept in the old apartment. It hadn't been much. Her costume, a few changes of clothes. Her lightsaber, vibroblade, blasters, they were either on her person or in her bag. She never kept much, and that was doubly true now. She could find Skywalker, carefully feeling for his prescence in the force, but there was that other, much darker one looming. She could feel it on her heels, a snake. It whispered promises, she could return to everything she once knew. She could be the best, the best, never failing. She wouldn't have to worry about this mess with Skywalker anymore, she could forget that one of the few friends she had in this city was gone.
No, she couldn't give that control.
So she was going to someone else? Give them the control?
Why was she this stupid? She shouldn't be heading to Skywalker's, but her feet kept moving. He had helped her defeat this before. He could do it again. She neared the building, and she knew he could feel her. For once, she didn't mind if he prodded. She was too numb, too overworked.