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ansketilTitle: A Necessary Sacrifice
Disclaimer: Own Star Wars, I do not!
Prompt: No
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Angst.
Characters: Palpatine
Summary: Did the Emperor know what would befall Vader on Mustafar?
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sw_saga_drabble . It worked out at a perfect 300 at first word count, yay! I put this drabble down to reading Dune recently. I have the Kwisatz Haderach on the brain.
A sweeping echo of quietude filled the beautiful red chambers. Nothing was out of place, no sound but the delicate rhythm of breath and the rustle of coverlets.
A single being lay entwined - neither asleep nor awake - in a tangle of scarlet sheet and trailing bed-garments: a faded creature, crinkled and pale, clipped silver hair disordered against soft pillows, hands flung outward as if swimming through a crimson sea.
The lips move - a little open - and the gingery eyelashes tremble, betraying some dream; yet to say it is a dream is to compare a holo to untamed reality; it is no distorted reflection that shudders beneath those lashes but some close or distant future, grasped through the sleep-wake of visions which may or may not be.
“Anakin…”
Lord Sidious whispers the name as he watches the clones raise his apprentice’s body from the burning sands, broken beyond repair. It is the reason for Grievous – a test for such technology – and it will be soon.
There are ways to circumvent it; they quiver before the Master, but they do not satisfy. Skywalker triumphant – an apprentice glutted on victory, too emboldened to listen, the fire of supremacy in his golden eyes. No.
It is best. Of course it is best. But the thoughts linger… I could bind him to me without it! There are other ways! But none so effective, none founded on such surety – no single future lit with such sublime control; none so perfect in every way but for this, its catalyst.
As it was with Maul; such beings are made to be sacrificed. Lord Sidious drew close to the wounded thing, observing too himself kneeling beside it, before his consciousness fled the fires into waking.
The Supreme Chancellor awoke with eyes marred by silent tears.
Disclaimer: Own Star Wars, I do not!
Prompt: No
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Angst.
Characters: Palpatine
Summary: Did the Emperor know what would befall Vader on Mustafar?
sw_saga_drabble . It worked out at a perfect 300 at first word count, yay! I put this drabble down to reading Dune recently. I have the Kwisatz Haderach on the brain. A sweeping echo of quietude filled the beautiful red chambers. Nothing was out of place, no sound but the delicate rhythm of breath and the rustle of coverlets.
A single being lay entwined - neither asleep nor awake - in a tangle of scarlet sheet and trailing bed-garments: a faded creature, crinkled and pale, clipped silver hair disordered against soft pillows, hands flung outward as if swimming through a crimson sea.
The lips move - a little open - and the gingery eyelashes tremble, betraying some dream; yet to say it is a dream is to compare a holo to untamed reality; it is no distorted reflection that shudders beneath those lashes but some close or distant future, grasped through the sleep-wake of visions which may or may not be.
“Anakin…”
Lord Sidious whispers the name as he watches the clones raise his apprentice’s body from the burning sands, broken beyond repair. It is the reason for Grievous – a test for such technology – and it will be soon.
There are ways to circumvent it; they quiver before the Master, but they do not satisfy. Skywalker triumphant – an apprentice glutted on victory, too emboldened to listen, the fire of supremacy in his golden eyes. No.
It is best. Of course it is best. But the thoughts linger… I could bind him to me without it! There are other ways! But none so effective, none founded on such surety – no single future lit with such sublime control; none so perfect in every way but for this, its catalyst.
As it was with Maul; such beings are made to be sacrificed. Lord Sidious drew close to the wounded thing, observing too himself kneeling beside it, before his consciousness fled the fires into waking.
The Supreme Chancellor awoke with eyes marred by silent tears.
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Date: 2009-12-05 05:01 am (UTC)Poor conflicted Palpy. *hugs him!* See, he never gets this far in Wendy Land. They go live their happy bunny funtiems before RotS ever comes to pass.
This fits nicely with your "red" set too ♥
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Date: 2009-12-05 05:42 am (UTC)LOL! This actually came to me at about 11pm and I had it done by half-past midnight...
It does fit my "red" set! Dammit, I'd have renamed the thing and bunged it in there... *sigh* yeah, no happy bunnies for this Palpy...
And SQUEE you're using my icon!!
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Date: 2009-12-05 03:57 pm (UTC)You can apply it after the fact, can't you? I do that all the time with my
Not that anyone from there actually READS anything to care, mind you.You linked the crazy post in your next entry! Hee! *rubs hands together gleefully as computers crash from clicking on the link* (will probably comment over there after I catch up on TCW)