“ i am made of memories. “
the song of achilles meme // accepting
❝ I TOLD YOU to shut up. ❞ A ruddy glow forages into the ground between them, spattering, sparking, && fading with the gentle hiss of dying embers. Mountains surround them, crags old as the chassis of the planet. Trees shiver in a sigh of wind that lifts Anakin’s curls from his face. Revealing the cold edge in his expression, warped && hooded by fading firelight.
He has no patience for her false prophecies, promises of darkness, lessons in stigmata. All synonyms of madness wrought by the loss of her sisters. All facts which could’ve incited sympathy from the knight, had the circumstances been different. Anakin knows grief’s touch as well as the hilt of his lightsaber. The way it winds like adders through his memory, the shock of venom galvanizing nerve endings that plead for reprieve && peace.
But her curses still string him raw, echoing with a frame of truth to fit a picture she has not fully deciphered. Anakin exchanges kindness for cruelty, diplomacy forgone in the heat of his aggression, in immolation’s home.
❝ —Or I’ll shut you up myself. ❞
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