deathrife.

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EVERY PART of felt alive now. the bite of danger angling treacherously for the soft flesh in his throat setting his nerves ALIGHT. the flicker-beat of a window made his world SLOW. all his focus narrowed down to that point & his mind expanded far beyond his skull. he could see everything. he could see nothing. his body moved, dropping like a stone as he weaved a graceful dance around DEATH as he fell back, rolling underneath more solid cover.

back met with solid steel & his mind scattered across the bullets LEFT inside his shotguns & a growl punched the air.

          ‘  kid – do you trust me ?  

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               ANAKIN EXHALES IN a stertorous rush, a piercing flare of rebellious fear scintillating as he watches Reyes twist through the pocket-opening he’d provided. He never fears for himself, his own mortality a fact doomed to wither in negligence until fate finally decides to pull the rug out from beneath him. It’s everyone else he’s worried about. 

               Pain seems so much more real when inflicted on others

     ❝ Do I have a choice? ❞ His tone betrays his confidence in Gabriel, struck through with exasperated fondness. 

 
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independent & private roleplay blog for anakin skywalker/darth vader of all star wars media. written by scout. || est. feb 2016.