#⋆ 𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐀 ⋆

[jedie]

(  cont.  )  /  @endheir​

        𝐀   𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓   now   they   both   share.   though   the   sear   is   no   different   from   one   of   flesh   ,   anakin’s   heart   tightens   at   his grandson’s   union   with   torment.   darth   vader’s   coda   came   to   fruition at   the   reconciliation   between   man   &   machine.    he   was   a   wretch longer   lived   than   the   noble   knight   luke   saw   in    him   ,   further   still from   salvation   until   moments   before   his   resurrection   &   release   into the   force.   he   holds   out   hope   that   for   all   the   years   lived   without   a total   pledge   of   allegiance   to   a   lifetime   of   darkness   ,   kylo   will   find himself.   where   there   is   conflict   there   is   hope.   a   thought   he   will   not    allow    himself   to    challenge.

     anakin’s    gaze   follows    the   river   flowing   past   kylo   &   out   towards the   beyond   :    𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐀  &  𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.    in   the   middle   of   it   all   , isolation   from   either   side   ...    from   anything.   however   long   ago   it seems   ,   however   evolved   he   is   ,   anakin   feels   it.   a   wound   that   was    always    raw   &   returned   to   with   every   moment   it   wasn’t satiated   with   feeling.   but   now   isn’t   the   time   to   dwell   on   unfortunate   commonalities   between   them.    it’s   not   what   kylo   needs.

             ❝   i'm  sorry   ...   you've   lost   so   much.   𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄.   easy   now   ...   there’s   no   need   to   lose   anymore.   ❞    a   hand   of   solace   reaches   out   to   rest   on   kylo’s   shoulder.   a   younger   anakin   might   have   revealed   the   truth   about  himself   in  an   effort   to   expedite   the   cause    ,    but   this   is   a   place   of   respite   belonging   to   a   man   not   yet   come   to   terms   with   himself.    ❝    vengeance.   anger.   hatred.   they   take   their   toll.   once   they   do   ,   they   don’t   stop   ...   until   you   do.  ❞    

       his   hand   retreats   to   the   lush   grass   ,   his   eyes   to   the   horizon.   he’s   capable   of   beauty.   his   posture   relaxes   ,   one    knees    rises    as   the   other   leg   lies   flat   ,   his   weight   shifts   to   one   of   his   shoulders. this   beats   waiting    &   watching   over   him.    ❝    but    there’s   been   plenty   of   jedi   who’ve   lost   themselves   in   the   code   ,    too.   ❞    fingers   pluck   a   blade   of   grass   &   twirl   it   as   his   memory   drifts   to   the   dichotomy   between   the   jedi’s   inaction   &   the   empire’s    excessive   reaction. 

              ❝  what   are   you   searching   for   ?   forget   the   order   &   the   jedi.   what   do   you   want   from   all   this  ?   ❞

#「 IC. 」 and don’t look back. #「 ANAKIN. 」 chosen one. #endheir #anakin: have u tried fleeing the system and traveling to a remote part of the galaxy and finding a derelict castle to then claim as your own