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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 02:05 pm (UTC)I wanted that cold, silent order to come through, but also the sheets - the sea of blood that lies underneath Sidious' orderly chambers, the countless sacrifices beneath the quiet.
Yes - you succeeded greatly in this, and your sentence above is also extremely chilling and beautiful.
(you have such lovely icons)
Thank you! Coming from you, that means a lot - I've always admired the rich palette of your icons and the different layering effects and thereby interpretative strategies you acheive with them!
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Date: 2009-12-06 07:13 pm (UTC)It is a really cool book. The only think I really didn't like about it is that the main villain is the only homosexual - but it was written in the 60's.
I've always admired the rich palette of your icons and the different layering effects and thereby interpretative strategies you acheive with them!
Thank you! ^__^ I think I treat my icons/art the same way I write... I love rich colours (notice the new journal look! lol)