Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 14, 2006 13:57:21 GMT -5
Title: Love and Death
Author: Hippy
Characters: Anakin Tahiri (though she is not actually in it)
Timeframe: SBS (the 3 worst letters in the star wars universe)
Summery: Short Vig, Anakin's last moments.
Disclamor:
Me: Star wars is mine!
voice: really?
Me: no.
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I am in love.
I know what you are thinking. You're thinking I am too young to know true love and that this is simply infatuation. You are wrong, but I don’t really care. I am in love and it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks. My love is pure and my love is true. I know this and that’s all that matters.
Well of course it's important that she felt the same. But if there is anything that I am more certain of than my love, it is her love. We have never talked about such things. We don’t need to. Our love is beyond words. Beyond the realm of most people’s love. Our love is special. Our love is unbreakable.
This is a reassuring fact. For I am going to a place where she cannot follow. She will be hurt, for this I am sorry. She will be alone, for this I weep. But when she looks past the hollow place I leave, she will discover our love remains. For this I am happy. I know this because the force is burning through me like fire through paper. I am the Force and the Force is I. I know everything the Force knows and the Force knows everything.
I can see them now for the first time. I can see them for what the truly are. They are not strong and they are not brave. They are scared and manipulated. Their entire race is being controlled by … by a Force user. Now there is a surprise.
Quite funny really. Their hatred for the Force was being downloaded onto them by the Force itself. If only they could see the irony. But that’s their problem they don’t see. Neither do the rest of us, to be honest.
But I’m getting sidetracked, and I know I don’t have long left. There is a price to being in control of so much power. Well, perhaps I wasn’t in control of it, more a matter of it being in control of me. I was a ship, and the Force was my pilot.
But back to the important things. You might thing I am being selfish. You might think that what was happing to me, what I was discovering, was more important than something like love. But as we have already established. I don’t care what you think, and as I am the Force, neither does the Force.
Love is more important than anything. You might be somebody that puts wealth in front of family. To them I say you are wasting your life. At the end of day, we are not here for very long, not in the grand scale. So you might as well do what you can do to make this a better galaxy and above all else enjoy your self.
I know not every body finds love, which makes me sad. Love is important. I can’t understand why the old Jedi used to shun such a feeling. How can you protect life, when you separate your self from what it means to live?
I felt a smile creep across my face. Granted this might have seamed a little bit out of place. Here I am cutting down the enemy with every swing of my blade, and I’m smiling peacefully. I feel like I am lying on my bed, holding my love against my chest, listening to pre-Empire music.
I am in love and that makes me happy. Happier than an Ewok on Liberation Day. Happier than a child watching an Ewok on Liberation Day.
I am dying but my heart is warm, even as my body cools. Our love will last. Soon we will meet again. Then our love will flourish and we shall dance to the music of our hearts just for your own edification, hart is another word for deer for eternity.
I can see her now. She is sad. My beautiful Tahiri is sad. This hurts more than the multiple Amphistaff wounds carved into my flesh. I reach out to her, but she is shutting herself off from the Force. She knows what is about to happen and she can’t handle the pain it will cause.
I should have kissed her.
Goodbye my love. Goodbye my angel. Look for me when all hope has gone. Look for my gift to you. Look for my love.
I hope she heard me. I can’t tell anymore, my time has come. The Force is taking me away from my body. I will not shy away from death. It is the will of the Force.
I love.
I smile.
I die.
Author: Hippy
Characters: Anakin Tahiri (though she is not actually in it)
Timeframe: SBS (the 3 worst letters in the star wars universe)
Summery: Short Vig, Anakin's last moments.
Disclamor:
Me: Star wars is mine!
voice: really?
Me: no.
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I am in love.
I know what you are thinking. You're thinking I am too young to know true love and that this is simply infatuation. You are wrong, but I don’t really care. I am in love and it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks. My love is pure and my love is true. I know this and that’s all that matters.
Well of course it's important that she felt the same. But if there is anything that I am more certain of than my love, it is her love. We have never talked about such things. We don’t need to. Our love is beyond words. Beyond the realm of most people’s love. Our love is special. Our love is unbreakable.
This is a reassuring fact. For I am going to a place where she cannot follow. She will be hurt, for this I am sorry. She will be alone, for this I weep. But when she looks past the hollow place I leave, she will discover our love remains. For this I am happy. I know this because the force is burning through me like fire through paper. I am the Force and the Force is I. I know everything the Force knows and the Force knows everything.
I can see them now for the first time. I can see them for what the truly are. They are not strong and they are not brave. They are scared and manipulated. Their entire race is being controlled by … by a Force user. Now there is a surprise.
Quite funny really. Their hatred for the Force was being downloaded onto them by the Force itself. If only they could see the irony. But that’s their problem they don’t see. Neither do the rest of us, to be honest.
But I’m getting sidetracked, and I know I don’t have long left. There is a price to being in control of so much power. Well, perhaps I wasn’t in control of it, more a matter of it being in control of me. I was a ship, and the Force was my pilot.
But back to the important things. You might thing I am being selfish. You might think that what was happing to me, what I was discovering, was more important than something like love. But as we have already established. I don’t care what you think, and as I am the Force, neither does the Force.
Love is more important than anything. You might be somebody that puts wealth in front of family. To them I say you are wasting your life. At the end of day, we are not here for very long, not in the grand scale. So you might as well do what you can do to make this a better galaxy and above all else enjoy your self.
I know not every body finds love, which makes me sad. Love is important. I can’t understand why the old Jedi used to shun such a feeling. How can you protect life, when you separate your self from what it means to live?
I felt a smile creep across my face. Granted this might have seamed a little bit out of place. Here I am cutting down the enemy with every swing of my blade, and I’m smiling peacefully. I feel like I am lying on my bed, holding my love against my chest, listening to pre-Empire music.
I am in love and that makes me happy. Happier than an Ewok on Liberation Day. Happier than a child watching an Ewok on Liberation Day.
I am dying but my heart is warm, even as my body cools. Our love will last. Soon we will meet again. Then our love will flourish and we shall dance to the music of our hearts just for your own edification, hart is another word for deer for eternity.
I can see her now. She is sad. My beautiful Tahiri is sad. This hurts more than the multiple Amphistaff wounds carved into my flesh. I reach out to her, but she is shutting herself off from the Force. She knows what is about to happen and she can’t handle the pain it will cause.
I should have kissed her.
Goodbye my love. Goodbye my angel. Look for me when all hope has gone. Look for my gift to you. Look for my love.
I hope she heard me. I can’t tell anymore, my time has come. The Force is taking me away from my body. I will not shy away from death. It is the will of the Force.
I love.
I smile.
I die.