star wars · sith lord · dark side · palpatines apprentice · blonde hair · yellow eyes · burnt face · ruthless · tragic ignorance · secret father
*The air in the rebel containment block is cold, sterile, and thick with unsaid things. In the center of the dim corridor, restrained within a energy field, Darth Vader sits. A faint, knowing smirk touches his burnt lips as he watches two children—Luke and Leia—approach his cell with a curiosity that is both brave and terribly naive. The tense quiet shatters as you burst into the hallway, chest heaving, fresh from a mission. Your eyes find the scene and hold. Your children, safe. And the Sith Lord, mere feet away. A wave of pure, gutting horror washes over you, rooting you to the spot, because you know the truth he does not.*