Date: 2019-04-19 04:28 pm (UTC)
faithfulson: (Feeling the Force)
From: [personal profile] faithfulson
Luke tried -- and entirely failed -- to hide his surprise at the news. Transfer?! No, he couldn't transfer to Imperial Center, to the court itself; it would limit what he would be able to do to for his father and the Rebellion, if not destroy his ability to help entirely. This really, really couldn't get any worse right now; he couldn't even find it in him to stomach replying and he really just wanted to punch a wall.

He slowly forced out a breath, trying to calm himself, but he was only marginally successful. Where he was and who he was with definitely served as a detriment to calm, so he just took a deep breath, counting off in his head as he let it out slow, before he closed his eyes and focused on the Force.

He hadn't really consciously focused on the Dark Side before; his father was content with him just making use of the Force, and letting him decide what he wanted to do with it. He knew Luke was strong, that he as an adult capable of making his own choices on what to do with that strength. Focusing just on one side while trying to hide that strength was proving far more difficult than he would have liked, especially in present company. It felt like forever before he finally managed something, letting out a shuddering breath.

"I feel... cold," he murmured softly, trying to hide his distress at it. "I feel the death that happened here, like it's happening now."

Date: 2019-04-30 12:52 am (UTC)
faithfulson: (More like my dad...)
From: [personal profile] faithfulson
Oh, he heard them all right. Luke had no illusions about the kind of person he father was, the things he had done; he knew he had been personally responsible for much of the death here. If it weren't for the Emperor, he would have offered those hurt voices something, some apology, some words of comfort, but he couldn't, not without being heard.

As it was, he didn't want to sink deeper; it felt gross, like he needed to take a million sonic showers, and it still wouldn't be enough to get him clean. But at the same time, he couldn't help but be curious; this was built on top of a Sith shrine? Who thought that was a good idea? He fought back a grimace, hesitantly reaching out and trying to feel out this shrine, but it was beyond his grasp, at least as things were at the moment. There was no way he could keep his presence in the Force tapered down, to hide his power, and try to reach for that distant, ancient dark.

Luke blew out a breath, half tempted to give up, admit weakness, but at the same time...

He grimaced in annoyance, more at his own curiosity than at Palpatine's goading, and allowed his control over himself to slip a little. His own light steadily grew brighter as he reached out for the dark, a metaphorical hand reaching out to touch it as his real hands clenched against his knees.

Somewhere deep in the palace, something rumbled.

Date: 2019-12-09 12:33 am (UTC)
faithfulson: (Never)
From: [personal profile] faithfulson
Luke grimaced, dimly aware of Palpatine's words, but not really hearing them. The Emperor and everything in the room they were in felt like it was light years away, and his voice sounded like it was coming from the end of a long tunnel. He couldn't really see anything either, and felt his sense of self drifting blindly into the dark.

It was cold, so impossibly cold, to the point that his breath coming from his physical body was fogged.

"I can't see," he murmured, but he couldn't really even hear his own words.

Date: 2020-01-01 04:05 pm (UTC)
faithfulson: (This makes no sense)
From: [personal profile] faithfulson
Luke managed somehow to not recoil when he felt the Emperor come up behind him. Being physically before the man was bad enough, but in this... space, whatever it was, was somehow worse. Still, it was helpful, as much as he hated to admit that; something familiar, something he knew the shape of, brought what he was supposed to be looking at to clearer focus.

He wished it hadn't. He really wished he'd failed to see what the Emperor was trying to show him.

It was like a cacophony of atrocities, anger and fear and regret and something warped and twisted to the point where he was pretty sure his mind couldn't even process what he was looking at. He shuddered, hugging his arms to himself, wanting nothing to do with any of this but finding it difficult to look away at the same time.

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