rebelsacrifice.

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ALL THE TIMES SHE THOUGHT     she had been scared were a lie.    jyn realized that now.     they were all    PRACTICE ROUNDS    /    shoddy attempts to keep her    STOMACH    as tight as it could be.     she was sitting on the floor   ,     because it was the only space for her to go.     her knees up    ,     her elbows upon her legs    &    jyn made her body impossibly small.    not to show weakness    ,     but to see  if she could find a way out.     she heard the      NIGHTMARE GHOUL     before she saw him.     heavy steps   &   heavier breathing.    it was all apart of the    MYTH.     not that jyn concerned herself with urban legends  before.     her head lifted upward    ,    watching how the fabric around him    fell around his form   &    she swore he was ten feet tall.    her back slid up against the wall   ,    watching him sharply   ,    refusing to even blink around him.     ❛     my father   i have not talked in a    LONG WHILE.    i wasn’t even sure if he was    ALIVE.     ❜ 

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               VADER COMES UPON her like a rising wave, pendulous && inescapable. His eyes behind the crimson shield of his holoplate shiver like they’re filled with small flames. ❝ && what were you doing during all that time? Working as a saboter for the Rebellion? ❞ Where displaced orphans go to die, Vader muses, watching her, patient && deadly as a howlrunner, && wearing the same mask of death upon his face. There’s a wildness to the Sith that goes deeper than the dramatics, he’s always seemed more weapon than man. ❝ We know it was you who sent the transmission to the rebel ship. Tell me where they’re going. If you choose to be stubborn, there are always… ❞ he rests his hand near the pommel of his saber, ❝ —less humane ways of making you talk. ❞

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