sith_happened: (Anakin: *goes a smiting*)
Anakin Skywalker ([personal profile] sith_happened) wrote2009-04-24 09:50 am

Skywalker Apartment [wee small hours, Friday morning]

In his room, Anakin was curled around Rory, one hand on her stomach and the other under the pillow where his lightsaber had stayed for so many decades that the habit was impossible to break.

In his head, though...in his head he was trapped inside the vision he'd had of Padmé's death so many decades ago...She was screaming for him, begging as her strength began to fail, whimpering "Anakin, I'm sorry, Anakin...I love you" as her eyes closed on that cold, alien table while he had been a million miles from her, strapped to his own alien table becoming something cruel and horrifying...

He felt the mask lowering down over his face again, the nightmare that haunted him more nights than he cared to count...and then the dream shifted again to something that felt more real...

And now it was Rory he couldn't reach, Rory he couldn't find, Rory he couldn't save. Force-lightning shot from his fingers as he stalked through the halls of the school, blasting those who stood in his way without a second glance, without a twinge of remorse, because they weren't her and she was everything that would ever matter to him....

In bed Anakin's eyes shot open as he took a deep, shuddering breath to stop himself from screaming. It took him a second to realize where he was, who he was next to.

"No," Anakin whispered, voice sounding shaky to his own ears. "Not again."

[OOC: Establishy unless he's woken his lovely wife...]

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