“Arms?” A SMALL SMILE before humming softly, mainly to herself. After all it wasn’t as if it would be able to be heard over the loud music, something she had gotten used to over the years, maybe she was going a little deaf too, but she couldn’t be bothered going for a check. That would just be a waste of credits. Another hum as she considers him, he’s smart if he can do that, and part of her wants to ask him about it more but there’s a sadness there, she can hear it under everything, how everything seemed flat so she decided to steer the conversation in a different direction, the hand once in front of him used so she can lean on the table, the small smile still on her face as if she had a secret, something scary maybe, but probably not. She didn’t really have anything to hide. Everything was out on the table, nearly literally.
Fingers keep running down the beads, making sure that each touch was careful and that she wasn’t tug on his hair. That would be cruel. Part of her yearns to touch the lightsaber ( that was what they had right? ) but she knows it wouldn’t be allowed. She’s just a bar maid, or whatever you called her. ( that was one of the nicer things people called her, whether they were correct or not ) “Why don’t you buy me a drink and I buy you a drink. So it’s fair.”
Then she decides to be bold, what did she have to lose after all, and he seemed to be tiring of the loud music. He’s bought plenty here that he boss would be pleased and it was nearly the end of her shift. Who knows what the other girls may say if they tried to get their claws into a jedi. “I have drinks at mine, and it doesn’t have terrible music there. And they’re free.”
ANAKIN DOWNS THE remaining dregs of his glass. The heat from the liquor creeping up into his cheeks && casting a soft haze across his expression. The cantina seems less comparable to a rancor’s den after a couple of drinks, distilled confidence settling a warm weight in the pit of his stomach. It’s him who leans forward this time, stars wheeling in the dark shine of his eyes. ❝ I’ve never fixed a mech arm before. But how hard can it be? ❞ Said with the prodigious reasoning of a boy used to being good at things. He holds out a trembling palm to prompt a quick examination.
He blames the delay in his understanding on the obliquity caused by his drunkeness, && shakes his head as if to aid her words in settling into his skull. Again he flounders for a foothold, the blatancy of her suggestion manifesting in a series of nervous hiccups he stifles with his other hand.
❝ I could buy you a drink but…My Master would beverygrumpy if he found out I was here. I can’t stay out too much longer. ❞ Obi-Wan’s likely already noticed his absence by this hour, better not to further agitate his leniency. Or lack there of.
Anakin pulls up his shoulders, harp-boned in his youth&& bending still. ❝ But… but I’d like to help you with your arm. ❞ He blinks, forgetting himself for a moment. ❝ If I can. ❞
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*Padmé is an exception to this rule as her relationship with Anakin is canon and vital to his characterization.
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CANON.
AU.
PRIVATE.
TAKE THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU.
Freed from slavery on Tatooine and freshly initiated into the Jedi Order, Padawan Skywalker works tirelessly to prove himself to the meticulous Council and earn his Knighthood. But with age comes uncertainty, and the beginning of a series of terrible nightmares featuring his mother's death. Every day the bright, enthusiastic child Qui-Gon Jinn brought to the Temple grows more and more distant from himself and others.
WEAPON OF WAR.
The galaxy is at war but Anakin Skywalker is fighting more than just external battles. Suspended between his loyalty to the Order and his loyalty to his wife, Anakin struggles to find a guiding light in the increasing darkness. And now that the nightmares have returned with his wife as their new feature, Anakin has begun to grow more and more desperate for a method to save Padmé from what he believes to be her doom.
THE WORST PARTS OF HIMSELF.
Anakin Skywalker died with the Republic, and in their place rose the Empire and its right hand: Darth Vader. Who will stop at nothing to rid the galaxy of every lingering memory of the life he had before his fall.
WHAT A MESS I LEAVE
Redeemed in the eyes of the Force, Anakin Skywalker has been granted sentience beyond death, allowing him to reach out to his descendents and warn them against repeating his mistakes.
FILTH TEACHES FILTH. stranger things Before 008, before 011, there was subject 001. Anakin Skywalker, the first of an entire generation veined with strange, incomprehensible powers. Disappeared at sixteen after his mother's mysteriously unreported murder at the hands of a local gang. His escape preceded 11's only by a few years, && now he's back in Hawkins on the trail of Brenner's prodigy.
SPANDEX & STEEL. marvel/dc
Born and raised in Tatooine, New Mexico, Anakin didn't think himself any different from the rest of the lonely souls living in the desert. That is, until his mother was killed by local gang members, jumpstarting a series of strange murders that forced him to go on the run. He's a metahuman, a mutant; with strange powers he can't control and the blood of several seriel murderers on his hands. Sometimes he owns a small car shop just outside of town, and sometimes he doesn't have a home at all.
WHEN THE WAR WINS. modern
Anakin, a war vet secluded in a no-name town in the middle of New Mexico, works to overcome his ptsd by becoming a hermit && buying the house his mother died in. His progress has been shaky, for obvious reasons.
DON'T CALL THIS REDEMPTION alternate ending
Believing himself to have died after passing out at the end of ROTJ, Vader, or Anakin now, awakens to a post-war galaxy to discover the eternal peace he sought is still far out of reach. Now a prisoner of the New Republic, Vader works alongside the Rebellion in secret as they dismantle the last vestiges of the Empire.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF LEGACY.
A private verse tied into ahphra's Sith verse and shadcwpreacher's alternate background. In this verse, after being rebuffed by his son, Vader looks to train Doctor Chelli Aphra as his apprentice.
The dark is generous, and it is patient. It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt. The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout. The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even stars burn out.
AND WE ASK OURSELVES
Are monsters born, or made?
Let me tell you the story that's been scored into the stars. The family that turned the galaxy upside down. There was a man, with the weight of a prophecy lining his shoulders, and a thermonuclear furnace in his heart. He loved a woman, a proud, strong, kind woman who loved him equally, despite the anger, and the Darkness that grew in him. And the man watched her die every night in his dreams.
That man told himself if he can carry a prophecy, he can prevent a dream from becoming reality. Whatever it takes.
Whoever it takes.
SO WHAT HAPPENED
The man exchanged his loyalty for her life, and killed the people who raised him. He ended a war in one night, the fire of the gods burning behind him on a metal moutaintop.
The woman he loved was no fool, she could sight a fire started in her name. A queen knows when someone is bowing.
She meets him on a molten planet, begs him to stray from the Darkness. But there is a shadow in the place of the man she loved, a monster.
He takes her breath to silence her, doomed to paranoia on the arrival of his brother, who is too, in some ways, a shadow. Forced to kill the man meant to save them all.
So the man dies, and is reborn. Baptized by fire. The woman he loved dies too. And eventually, even the brother dies.
