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maskormenacelogs2018-01-03 08:11 pm
prophesiedone) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-01-03 08:11 pm
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WHO: Anakin Skywalker & Kylo Ren.
WHERE: Kylo and Hux's house.
WHEN: After the big reveal but before a certain Jedi Master is murdered.
WHAT: Grandfather and grandson bonding, mostly, but this is about healing, hopefully, too.
WARNINGS: Might be some mention of loss of limbs/extensive burns and/or death. Nothing will be terribly graphic and if that changes, I will update.
His heart was a stone in his chest, threatening to rise up and lodge itself in his throat. He didn't blame Obi-Wan or Padmé or Ahsoka. He blamed himself. He was so very angry at what he was doomed to become - and all for what? Sidious and his wretched Empire.
Anakin reached out to Kylo Ren almost immediately, sensing that he might be one of the few that understood how miserable he felt. His grandson was also not someone he had already bothered excessively for companionship...for comfort. Maybe they both needed more of that.
He wiped at some unshed tears upon receiving an answer. Kylo was a blessing. He had to help him - and thus himself - somehow. His grandson was too damn good for the Dark Side.
But that could be dealt with later. Clothed mostly in black with a coat to match, Anakin made the trip to Kylo's home and knocked on a door for the second time today. His eyes were a chaotic mix of blue and gold - as if they couldn't decide what they wanted to be - and there were red rims around each.
WHERE: Kylo and Hux's house.
WHEN: After the big reveal but before a certain Jedi Master is murdered.
WHAT: Grandfather and grandson bonding, mostly, but this is about healing, hopefully, too.
WARNINGS: Might be some mention of loss of limbs/extensive burns and/or death. Nothing will be terribly graphic and if that changes, I will update.
His heart was a stone in his chest, threatening to rise up and lodge itself in his throat. He didn't blame Obi-Wan or Padmé or Ahsoka. He blamed himself. He was so very angry at what he was doomed to become - and all for what? Sidious and his wretched Empire.
Anakin reached out to Kylo Ren almost immediately, sensing that he might be one of the few that understood how miserable he felt. His grandson was also not someone he had already bothered excessively for companionship...for comfort. Maybe they both needed more of that.
He wiped at some unshed tears upon receiving an answer. Kylo was a blessing. He had to help him - and thus himself - somehow. His grandson was too damn good for the Dark Side.
But that could be dealt with later. Clothed mostly in black with a coat to match, Anakin made the trip to Kylo's home and knocked on a door for the second time today. His eyes were a chaotic mix of blue and gold - as if they couldn't decide what they wanted to be - and there were red rims around each.