* Dream Log 003 *
[ Date ] 03.12.09
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He's lounging by a lake, looking quite content as he holds the wooden pole in a loose grip, and not at all bothered by the steady mechanical breathing coming from beside him. Why would he worry anyway? This was just a normal father-son outing; it's not like his dad was going to try to cut him to pieces while they were fishing or anything.
Speaking of the other man, Darth Vader let out an annoyed growl, pulling back his fishing hook only to once again find it empty. He couldn't help but laugh at his father's impatience, before letting out a yelp as his line started to be tugged violently. Standing up, he pulled back with all his might, finally revealing the large fish on the other end of the line. Vader glanced up at it, before letting out another irritated noise, casting his line back out.
"Don't pout, father," he finally said, starting to unhook the fish. He didn't need to look at him to tell that Vader was shooting him a glare from under his mask. "Patience is a virtue."
"I don't need you telling me this," Vader replied, his voice scathing. He couldn't help but laugh once again, amused by how childish he was being.
Then, as fate would have it, his father's line suddenly jerked, and the older man was on his feet before he could even blink, pulling at the line with all his strength. When it became clear he was having trouble, he rushed up to help him, grabbing his father's hands and pulling to reveal...
[And this is the point where Luke wakes up, laying on his bed with an utterly perplexed expression on his face.]
Why in the heck...?
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He's lounging by a lake, looking quite content as he holds the wooden pole in a loose grip, and not at all bothered by the steady mechanical breathing coming from beside him. Why would he worry anyway? This was just a normal father-son outing; it's not like his dad was going to try to cut him to pieces while they were fishing or anything.
Speaking of the other man, Darth Vader let out an annoyed growl, pulling back his fishing hook only to once again find it empty. He couldn't help but laugh at his father's impatience, before letting out a yelp as his line started to be tugged violently. Standing up, he pulled back with all his might, finally revealing the large fish on the other end of the line. Vader glanced up at it, before letting out another irritated noise, casting his line back out.
"Don't pout, father," he finally said, starting to unhook the fish. He didn't need to look at him to tell that Vader was shooting him a glare from under his mask. "Patience is a virtue."
"I don't need you telling me this," Vader replied, his voice scathing. He couldn't help but laugh once again, amused by how childish he was being.
Then, as fate would have it, his father's line suddenly jerked, and the older man was on his feet before he could even blink, pulling at the line with all his strength. When it became clear he was having trouble, he rushed up to help him, grabbing his father's hands and pulling to reveal...
[And this is the point where Luke wakes up, laying on his bed with an utterly perplexed expression on his face.]
Why in the heck...?