nothing comes close
to the way that i need you
i wish i can feel your skin
Tag: edits
au where Anakin is Mace Windu’s padawan
Anakin bit his lip, afraid to ask, but needing to know. “Master? Why didn’t you want me to be a Jedi?”
Mace gave the boy, his student for nearly a year, a measured look. “I was afraid.”
“Of me?” Anakin’s voice trembled despite his best efforts. Master Windu wasn’t afraid of anything. “What’s wrong with me?”
Mace shook his head. “You reminded me of someone I didn’t want to remember.”
Anakin looked at the floor, his shoulders tight with anger, fear, shame, and his determination not to show them. “A Sith,” he guessed.
Mace placed a hand on his wayward padawan’s shoulder. “Myself,” he explained. “Before I learned to trust the Force.”
Anakin raised wide eyes to his master’s, flashing with a hundred questions, but he could articulate none. Mace pat his shoulder, once, and let go.
“You will be a Jedi. I promise.”
If I throw away my shot, is this how you remember me?
(insp: Sólo Le Pido a Dios by Mercedes Sosa ft. León Gieco)
I only ask of God
may I not be indifferent to suffering,
may the very dry death doesn’t find me
empty and alone, without having done enough.
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