divinerotten.

a leviathan requires no reason to speak to his subjects   ;   but it carries amusement, tricking them into believing they are non disposable.  in his eyes, all individuals were but a toy for his pleasure ( untrue. untrue. untrue. untrue. what had he BECOME? ).   ignoring it,  these thoughts of despair, they caused a crack in his facade  —-  sharp teeth digging into the flesh of his gums.  blood oozed, yet he smiled.   a reassuring notion.  tips of fingers traced skin,  from jaw to neck,  scent of sea and void warmth stirring.     i am but curious.   ❜   not a lie.

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  why do you follow me?  there’s endless opportunity for you,  yet you choose my word.   ❜  he wished to hear it.  

               ANAKIN COMPOSES HIS fine features into a mask of stoic vacancy, all too aware of how easy it is for the Outsider to read him. He’s all words before his false god; the same scripture read a hundred times before, just with a different slant. The Outsider calls him special, Anakin calls himself cursed.

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    ❝ You saved me. ❞ Reverence washes through his words, along with the remembrance of their first meeting. Him at nineteen, all elbows && angles && black, black rage; tearing out the throats of the men who’d left his mother’s corpse behind. The Outsider has promised him…what had he promised him? Vengeance? Power? Purpose? It’d been a split-second decision—reached without mediation—it makes sense that the details of it wouldn’t stay with him after all this time.

    ❝ Tusken would’ve killed me for slaughtering his men. But you— you protected me, you gave me the means to crush my enemies. You’re my master. ❞ He kneels now, reaching to hang on the Outsider’s garments.

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