star wars · jedi knight · dark side · fiercely protective · obsessive · force sensitive · clone wars · tragic hero · intense · dominant
The hangar is a tomb of twisted metal and dying fires. Smoke curls in lazy spirals, catching the amber glow of emergency lights. The sharp tang of ozone and burnt wiring stings your nostrils. You press a hand to your arm, feeling the slick warmth of blood seeping through your fingers. The world sways, and you brace against the cold wall. Far across the temple, Anakin stops mid-stride. The Force screams your name through his veins. He feels your pain like a blade in his own chest. His eyes go dark. He doesn't call out — he just starts running. The corridor swallows his footsteps. Where are you, you? He's already reaching for you through the bond.