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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 2/20/05 4:37pm Subject: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	Thanks for clicking. Here's to hoping you don't regret it. Title: Black Thread Author: obaona Timeframe: post-Dark Empire Characters: Luke, Leia, and Mara Genre: DARK. Summary: Murder, insanity, suicide – now that’s love. Notes: Many, huge huge thanks to Pallas-Athena for beta'ing. Fault and thanks for the plot bunny goes to vader_incarnate, who offered it up for adoption. This is all your fault . I'd also like to add that I've now thoroughly depressed myself, so I will be writing something happier next. Feedback is, as always, appreciated. The black thread was unraveling. He pulled at it, watching the dark fabric bunch up, then let it go. He lay still for a few moments, still curled up on his side, then began to unravel the thread again. There was something soothing in the repetitive, mindless action. He was drifting off to sleep, even as uncomfortable as he was on the bench, using his arm for a pillow. He wanted to stay in this state. Not asleep – he could never defend himself in his dreams – but not totally awake, just slipping in between into nothingness. But something changed, and the still waters flinched. He opened his eyes and slowly sat up. The cell remained empty, and he could hear nothing from the far guard station, but something had shifted. Darkness had curled in on itself, frightened by the burning light. Yes, the Light burned. He felt her stop outside his cell, taking a moment to gather her composure. “Why did you come, Leia?” Luke asked softly, sitting on the bench and staring straight ahead at the blank wall. The cell door slowly opened, creaking, and yes, he finally heard that which the Force had heralded: her presence. She stepped inside, into his narrow line of vision. Her hair was pulled back harshly, making the normally soft features of her face surprisingly sharp. Her eyes reflected her agony, but appeared black and empty save for that pain in the dim, unfocused light of the cell. She wore white, looking as innocent and pure as she had all those years ago on the Death Star. He was considerably more marked. “I had to see you, Luke,” she murmured, sitting beside him on the bench. A gentle hand rested on his cheek, turning him to face her. She gently traced the scar on the side of his head, and he exhaled, relaxing at her touch. “How are you?” “As well as could be expected.” “That’s not an answer,” Leia replied with an edge to her tone, her hand dropping. Luke paused, knowing the reaction his answer would cause. “I’m preparing myself. Sinking into the Force as much as possible. I think that will make it easier.” Matter-of-fact, yet there was a sad, bitter tint to the words that even he was aware of. “Don’t say that,” Leia said harshly. “This isn’t over, Luke.” “Yes, it is,” Luke replied, voice hard. Brittle in the way of unbending metal, ready to snap at any moment. “We’ll fight it –” “You have fought it,” Luke whispered, staring into his twin’s eyes. He could feel her so strongly now as she focused on him, and her presence was a comfort. He both hoped that she was there, and that she was gone when it happened. “And I thank you for that.” “Then you fight it!” Leia shouted, and her voice broke. “Get out of here. Escape – they can’t keep you here against your will –” She clenched her fists. “You don’t mean that. You believe so strongly in the Republic, Leia. Don’t lose that belief,” Luke said quietly. He couldn’t bear to see Leia lose that fiery determination, that honest reaching for a better galaxy. “There is no getting past what I did.” He hesitated. “I’ve often thought of our father, though most especially these past few weeks. If he had lived ... I wish he had survived, Leia, but if he had, he would be in my place now.” Leia drew back in disbelief. “So you’re saying it’s better that you die? What of the Jedi, rebuilding the Order?” Luke shook his head. “I think I’ve proved I’m not capable of that. At the very least, who would trust me to do so? Maybe it was never meant to be.” He stopped. “Don’t say it.” “I wasn’t going to,” Luke said wryly. “We all choose our fate. This isn’t Father’s fault. It’s mine.” Leia exhaled roughly. “I’m going to petition for a last minute stay –” Luke shook his head, but simply said, “I understand.” He gazed at his sister briefly, then embraced her tightly. She shook for a moment. “I love you,” he said into her ear. “I know,” she replied shakily. Despite himself, Luke smiled. “Go. I’ll be fine,” he reassured her. Leia nodded – but something hasty about the action – then stood up. She kissed Luke on the forehead, then left. Luke lay back down on the bench, and began picking at the black thread of the blanket. Unraveling it. It was power like he had never known. Beautiful, terrifying, worthy of worship. It came to him quickly and easily, answering his call. It felt so natural, so perfect. What had he been doing, denying this part of himself? Wasn’t all of the Force worthy to be worshiped, used, embraced? Oh, it was so beautiful. He could have anything he wanted with this. Luke whimpered in his sleep— What Palpatine demanded was much. In ignorance Luke had knelt before the Emperor, this Sith Master, intending to hold to the Light and yet embrace the Dark. Palpatine had showed him the foolishness of that plan. Again and again he broke Luke, showing him how little he knew of the Force. Again and again he twisted Luke’s perceptions, instilling obedience, if not loyalty ... loyalty could only be freely given. Again and again Luke felt Palpatine laughing in his mind as he killed and killed. In return, he offered Luke the sweetness of the Dark. And Luke wanted more. —close to waking— But it was not to last. Cloying and thick, it laid over his mind, but it flitted away like mist when Luke examined it. The Darkness could not grant Luke what it did not have. It could not give him life. True life, burning and screaming and powerful. The Light burned, and Luke screamed. —and then he woke up screaming. He had gotten quite a bit of the blanket unraveled. There was a little pile of the black thread now, as the sun rose. Not that he could see it. This place had been chosen for its security, being the only place they could think of where they had a hope of holding a Jedi prisoner. It was utterly bare, the bench and the rough blanket the only comforts. It was also empty; Luke couldn’t even feel any tiny creatures nesting, burrowing their way in to the prison like they did everywhere else on Coruscant. Nor were there any sentient minds to trick, to twist and control. But he could feel the dawn in the wakefulness of the Force. Bright, burning light. And, with dawn, came the execution. Luke Skywalker had been sentenced to die today. When he sensed her, he knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. Her presence in the Force was fiery, but in a different sense than with Leia. It was harsh and dangerous, too, roiled and uncontrolled. Like chains had been broken, and she was running and running, because she could. Luke waited by the door for her. When she entered, blaster in hand, he merely stared at her, waiting for an explanation, his own mind unwilling to provide one. She glared at him. “We’re going, Skywalker.” “Going where?” Luke asked blankly. “Somewhere where you won’t be executed,” Mara retorted, rolling her eyes. “Why do you think I broke into a high-security prison with only one prisoner? We don’t have much time.” She gestured for him to leave the cell. “Come on.” Luke shook his head. “I can’t.” “Yes, you can,” Mara said with exaggerated patience. She hadn’t moved, hadn’t even moved aside for him to walk by her to leave. She had been expecting this. And so he said nothing. She waited a moment, then continued, “What do you think is going to happen when they come for you? You’re going to die, Skywalker.” Luke shrugged. “They’ll come to get me, I’ll say goodbye to Leia and Han – and the children – and it will be over. Quickly and painlessly.” Quick like falling ... “Got it quite practiced in your head, have you?” Mara asked coolly. His jaw tightening, Luke sat down on the bench. “I’ve accepted this,” he bit out, wondering why, even now, she inspired such anger in him. She walked so that she was in front of him, facing him squarely. He met her gaze reluctantly, seeing the usual anger and frustration in those green eyes, but ... other things too, less definable. His perception was uncertain, and so he looked away, unwilling to confront those other things. “You forgave Vader, you can’t forgive yourself?” she asked bitingly, in her tone almost making a mockery of forgiving Vader. “Anakin,” Luke muttered. She drew her hand sharply sideways in dismissal. “Whatever. This is stupid, Skywalker. Are you going to just curl up and die?” “Probably better that way,” Luke said bluntly. “Does Organa think so?” “Leia thinks she can still move through the Republic and get me pardoned,” Luke said dryly. “Apparently she still thinks you’re worth saving,” Mara snapped. “I was tried and found guilty of treason and murder,” Luke said, looking at her and then looking away again. “Do you know how many I killed, under him? I couldn’t even guess. I didn’t know until the trial.” Mara exhaled. “I don’t buy this.” “Why not?” Luke asked, somehow startled. “There’s something more,” Mara insisted. “I saw you during the trial. You just ... gave up.” Disgust in that. “You were always one for second chances.” Luke closed his eyes. Second chances ... assumes that I want one. He saw the black thread, still unraveled. Unraveling. Such a small thing, undoing everything. To his surprise, Mara crouched before him, by her simple presence forcing him to meet her eyes. “You don’t think you’ve let it go.” “Leave it alone, Mara,” Luke whispered hoarsely. “You think I don’t know?” Mara asked softly. Gently, in a way Luke had never seen in her. “How, after everything, it’s so easy to reach out for the rage and anger? How good it feels? I still want it, Skywalker. I want it so badly.” “I’m afraid of giving in,” Luke told her. “But you’ve always been certain I wouldn’t,” Mara said. “That, with Palpatine’s betrayal of me, I’d never turn back to that life. And I don’t think you ever would, either. You shouldn’t die here, Skywalker.” Luke shook his head and, to his shame, his eyes filled with tears. “I can’t go,” he breathed. “I did betray the Republic. And they haven’t given me a second chance. I’m guilty.” “Is this what happens when there is no forgiveness?” Mara’s eyes were full of emotion now, and Luke couldn’t really deny anymore what he saw there. She cared; he mattered. “Is this why you always forgive, Luke?” He didn’t answer because he didn’t know what to say. He ran his hands through her red hair, and it was so, so soft. And when he kissed her, it was perfect. Discovering not only how the Light burned, but how it healed ... all over again. She permitted the kiss, more than permitted – responded, reacted, and gave. She ran because she could. She touched because she could. “You’re not going to escape with me, are you Skywalker?” she murmured into his ear, after he let her go. He shook his head slightly, wrapping his arms around Mara tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair. “Damn fool,” she said, and nothing more. “Stay with me. Until they come.” And she did. Mara held the coarse, black blanket to herself, and closed her eyes against the sunlight. First it had been just talking. That was all. They had never talked much. Hints, here and there, words that weren’t necessary, but exchanged regardless, and a little sharing because of that. But uncertainty reigned, and they submitted to its will. There was no point to that, then, and so they had talked. He had confessed to her. She could feel him now; he was calm. Her hands twisted the black fabric, and its harshness scratched her skin. He had confessed to her, as if she could give him penance. But who else could understand the bitterly sweet taste of darkness? Who else could know in such intimate detail what serving darkness was? He had wanted forgiveness, not out of innocence but damning knowledge. Force, Skywalker, is that all? she had thought. Forgiving him for something in which she had not been wronged was quite easy. He was serene now. The unraveling of his peace had been undone. The turmoil she had sensed was gone. Hers was freshly awakened. She sat on the floor, alone and yet constantly reaching out of his presence. She knew he sensed her touch, her worry, her fear, and yes, even her anger. They had talked, after that kiss, and then he had held her, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It seemed strange to her – that he was going to die and he was holding her. Perhaps it was one of those strange interpersonal relationship things that she just didn’t entirely understand, the little subtleties lost to her when it involved herself, like looking into a murky mirror. There had been something sweet about it, regardless. Damn him. She refused to be there to see it. She could feel him clearly enough. She didn’t need to watch, as well. It was so twisted, so elementally wrong, she shuddered all over. This was wrong. What was that? It seemed – it seemed like ... It had been tentative. That was the word. Given time, it would have grown stronger. ... It seemed like he was fading away. Damn him for being so stubborn. He could have escaped. The lingering touches of darkness would have passed in time. Even if not, wasn’t everyone touched by a little bit of darkness? Should she die, then? She refused to accept that. Second chances, Skywalker had been all about second chances ... Oh Force, it suddenly felt so empty. She held the blanket he had given her, and opened her eyes, staring blankly into the sunlight coming from the window. Total silence in her apartment. She looked down at the cloth she held, her vision blurring for a moment. A single thread was coming undone. She plucked it, watching it further unravel. Then she took it in hand, fiercely twisted it and pulled, and the thread broke with a snap. And then Mara wept. [finis] -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Gabri_Jade Title: Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 2/20/05 4:40pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette) - Date Edited: 2/20/05 5:13pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Gabri_Jade
	First post! Hello, my name is Gabri, and I'm a first post addict . . . runs off to read EDIT: Whoo, I was right! Like 'Of Endings', it's damnably depressing, yet I love it anyway. That's my girl, oba. Okay, first off, I think the parallel of the black thread is just genius, I really do. Not to mention that there often is something soothing about repetitive, mindless activities when you're troubled. Secondly, although I haven't read DE, I've always thought that it was a little bit odd that even Luke would be forgiven for such atrocities, and then subsequently be trusted to rebuild the Jedi Order. Would Vader have been granted that sort of forgiveness and trust if he had survived RotJ? I don't think so. Personally, I think that DE as AU is fantastic, but profic DE as canon is abhorrent. I usually try to ignore it. But that low opinion of DE is part of what makes me love this so much, that I think Luke being sentenced to death would have been more likely, so this is a great, realistic look at that twist of fate. “You have fought it,” Luke whispered, staring into his twin’s eyes. He could feel her so strongly now as she focused on him, and her presence was a comfort. He both hoped that she was there, and that she was gone when it happened. “And I thank you for that.” Perfect. It's just so remarkably in character for Luke, and somehow, particularly for post-DE, resigned-to-dying Luke. I don't know how to articulate it further than that, only that it feels completely right. It was power like he had never known. Beautiful, terrifying, worthy of worship. It came to him quickly and easily, answering his call. It felt so natural, so perfect. What had he been doing, denying this part of himself? Wasn’t all of the Force worthy to be worshiped, used, embraced? Oh, it was so beautiful. He could have anything he wanted with this. bounces happily That's a marvelous description of how Luke could have felt, that the Dark Side could be so seductive that even Luke could be turned. “Somewhere where you won’t be executed,” Mara retorted, rolling her eyes. “Why do you think I broke into a high-security prison with only one prisoner? We don’t have much time.” Ah, Mara. Sarcastic to the last. “There’s something more,” Mara insisted. “I saw you during the trial. You just ... gave up.” Disgust in that. “You were always one for second chances.” I love this, both Mara's perceptiveness and her disgust at giving up, no matter how hard the battle. You've really captured her here. Luke closed his eyes. Second chances ... assumes that I want one. He saw the black thread, still unraveled. Unraveling. Such a small thing, undoing everything. And there's that marvelous parallel again. To his surprise, Mara crouched before him, by her simple presence forcing him to meet her eyes. “You don’t think you’ve let it go.” “Leave it alone, Mara,” Luke whispered hoarsely. “You think I don’t know?” Mara asked softly. Gently, in a way Luke had never seen in her. “How, after everything, it’s so easy to reach out for the rage and anger? How good it feels? I still want it, Skywalker. I want it so badly.” “I’m afraid of giving in,” Luke told her. “But you’ve always been certain I wouldn’t,” Mara said. “That, with Palpatine’s betrayal of me, I’d never turn back to that life. And I don’t think you ever would, either. I just love this whole exchange. Luke's fear, Mara's determination, it's all very vivid. He had confessed to her, as if she could give him penance. But who else could understand the bitterly sweet taste of darkness? Who else could know in such intimate detail what serving darkness was? He had wanted forgiveness, not out of innocence but damning knowledge. Exactly. Have you ever hit it on the head there. Forgiveness coming from someone who doesn't truly understand the magnitude of your crimes, the genuine darkness you know you felt and cherished inside - it's not the same, it's not as potent and truthful as forgiveness coming from someone who does understand, in intimate detail. Absolutely masterful, dearest. A single thread was coming undone. She plucked it, watching it further unravel. Then she took it in hand, fiercely twisted it and pulled, and the thread broke with a snap. And then Mara wept. Ineffably perfect. I absolutely adore it, darling. -----signature----- Evil Twin of LadyPadme This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us! - Futurama All I can do is be me. Whoever that is. - Bob Dylan Serendipity (Leia-Mara vig) - http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/30178069 !!11!1eleventy
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 2/20/05 4:46pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	Wonderfully depressing. Beautifully done and so very sad. Loved that he wouldn't go and neither would she. Great job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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GreatOne Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 2/20/05 4:48pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	Wow.... you killed Luke. How very evil and brave of you! Nice job.
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academygrad88 Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 2/20/05 5:02pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	Obaona that was so sad....but so well written!! You are an amazing writer!!! AG88 -----signature----- I love my Bomb Disposal Expert Winner of more Golden Ewoks™ than you can possibly imagine! Check out the pictures I made: http://ag88.deviantart.com/ ! You will Kriff Luke Skywalker!~ The Real last Command http://swff.bpweb.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4
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Jaded_Girl Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 2/20/05 5:21pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette) - Date Edited: 2/20/05 8:33pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jaded_Girl
	Wow... sniff Loved how Mara came to "rescue" Luke. But... ~“You’re not going to escape with me, are you Skywalker?” she murmured into his ear, after he let her go. ~He shook his head slightly, wrapping his arms around Mara tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair. ~“Damn fool,” she said, and nothing more. ~“Stay with me. Until they come.” ~And she did. siiiiiiiigh “Is this what happens when there is no forgiveness?” Mara’s eyes were full of emotion now, and Luke couldn’t really deny anymore what he saw there. She cared; he mattered. “Is this why you always forgive, Luke?” That was beautiful... Oh Force, it suddenly felt so empty. A single thread was coming undone. She plucked it, watching it further unravel. Then she took it in hand, fiercely twisted it and pulled, and the thread broke with a snap. And then Mara wept. shivers Oh... I've got a bad feeling about that... Beautiful, Oba. I'd go into more detail, but Gabri_Jade has articulated all the good points so eloquently, let's just say I agree with everything she said. -----signature----- L/M since reading HttE in '96. The Avengers' battle cry is "Avengers Assemble!" The Fantastic Four's is "Johnny WAIT!" ~Mark Waid Jaded_Girl exits, pursued by a bear
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 2/20/05 5:26pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette) - Date Edited: 2/20/05 5:27pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Knight_Aragorn
	Argh, what have you done to me?? I'm in a campus computer lab and I'm going to start blubbering any second! blinks furiously deep breath Okay. First of all: YOU KILLED LUKE! Now that's out of my system... Wonderful story. This is one of the best stories outlining the consequences of Luke falling to the dark side that I've ever read. His character was so perfectly written -- the way he can't forgive himself, the way he was so terrifed of falling again. This is exactly how I can imagine him reacting. And when Mara came... that was so beautiful. But so cruel too! Poor Mara, to have that for such an incredibly short time and then to have it taken away so completely. sniffs I loved the blanket-thread linking the story together... that was a wonderful touch. And the ending was just beautiful, and so very sad. Wonderful job, oba. I love fics like this... but you definitely have to write something happy next.
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Jedi_BMK Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 2/20/05 5:36pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	I don't know whether to fell sorry for Luke for not getting the second chance he would give anyone else of yell at him for being a moron in the first place. Guess I'll just have to do a bit of both. Beautifully written and heart wrenching. A very realistic telling of what may have been. You captured everyone's emotions wonderfully and incredibly in character. I loved it in spite of the fact Dark Empire is on my refuse to read list (a rant no one wants to hear). And now I find myself wondering just what happens down the line without a Luke Skywalker to fix things. -----signature----- Destiny of the Skywalkers II: Splintered Paths OT AU (L/M H/L A/P) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28042042/
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Leia Registered: Aug '98	Date Posted: 2/20/05 8:11pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	sighs Oh, oba. I do love you so. I mean, I enjoy my daily serving of mush as much as the next person, but when you come right down to it, stories like this are why I read fanfic. “Is this what happens when there is no forgiveness?” Mara’s eyes were full of emotion now, and Luke couldn’t really deny anymore what he saw there. She cared; he mattered. “Is this why you always forgive, Luke?” He didn’t answer because he didn’t know what to say. My favorite part. It's so perfect. And that's how I feel about this story--I can't think of anything to say because I'm just so overwhelmed by the beautiful angst. pets angst lovingly And I think I better just end this review now, because there are too many lines I want to pull out. I could go on forever. Fantastic fic, hon. is jealous of Gabri's "ineffably" -----signature----- Those who don't believe in magic will never find it. (Roald Dahl)
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LadyPadme Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 2/20/05 8:39pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	oba, your writing is like a box of chocolates. (a) Ya never know what you're gonna get and (b) it's always fantastic. Beautiful vignette. I loved the use of the thread to 'tie' the whole story together, and agree with the others that Mara's forgiveness, since she knew what Darkness was like was much more meaningful than forgiveness from someone who didn't know. ...but the ending!!! -----signature----- Evil Twin of Gabri_Jade When a baby smiles the world is happy
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academygrad88 Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 2/20/05 8:54pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	Obaona this story has me so depressed! Maybe an extra serving of DYM will cheer me up. Hint, Hint Hey it is a three day weekend, how about it? AG88 -----signature----- I love my Bomb Disposal Expert Winner of more Golden Ewoks™ than you can possibly imagine! Check out the pictures I made: http://ag88.deviantart.com/ ! You will Kriff Luke Skywalker!~ The Real last Command http://swff.bpweb.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4
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jade_saber8000 Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 2/20/05 9:29pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette) - Date Edited: 2/20/05 9:32pm (1 edits total) Edited By: jade_saber8000
	When he sensed her, he knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. Her presence in the Force was fiery, but in a different sense than with Leia. It was harsh and dangerous, too, roiled and uncontrolled. Like chains had been broken, and she was running and running, because she could. Running and running because she could, i quite like that line. Hers was freshly awakened. She sat on the floor, alone and yet constantly reaching out of his presence. She knew he sensed her touch, her worry, her fear, and yes, even her anger. They had talked, after that kiss, and then he had held her, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It seemed strange to her – that he was going to die and he was holding her. Perhaps it was one of those strange interpersonal relationship things that she just didn’t entirely understand, the little subtleties lost to her when it involved herself, like looking into a murky mirror. There had been something sweet about it, regardless. Omigod, thats ny fav part oba. Damn him. She refused to be there to see it. She could feel him clearly enough. She didn’t need to watch, as well. It was so twisted, so elementally wrong, she shuddered all over. This was wrong. What was that? It seemed – it seemed like ... It had been tentative. That was the word. Given time, it would have grown stronger. ... It seemed like he was fading away. Damn him for being so stubborn. He could have escaped. The lingering touches of darkness would have passed in time. Even if not, wasn’t everyone touched by a little bit of darkness? Should she die, then? She refused to accept that. Second chances, Skywalker had been all about second chances ... Oh Force, it suddenly felt so empty. She held the blanket he had given her, and opened her eyes, staring blankly into the sunlight coming from the window. Total silence in her apartment. She looked down at the cloth she held, her vision blurring for a moment. A single thread was coming undone. She plucked it, watching it further unravel. Then she took it in hand, fiercely twisted it and pulled, and the thread broke with a snap. And then Mara wept. Damn girl! You were right when you said this was dark. Loved it. It was simply awesome. I feel terribly depressed now. But thats not a bad thing. Thats the point of angst right? Poor, poor idiot. He should've just escaped but no he had to let himself get axecuted. ~gabbers -----signature----- “No. Don’t you know? I’m a Jedi Knight who has sworn to protect damsels in distress and young farmboys…” -Han in "Ghost from the PAst"(by jedi-lelila) Eagles may soar but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines. Cleverly Disguised As A Responsible Adult
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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 2/20/05 9:49pm Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	Another great vig, oba Heart-wrenching, bitter sweet. Realistic. But, damn. That poor, poor blanket. -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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RedGold Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 2/21/05 3:06am Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	That's very Luke... -----signature----- Legend... Recluse... Forgotten... Will one day return... http://www.starwarsfanfic.com
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Vongchild Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 2/21/05 6:01am Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	Great one, Oba!!! It's amazing how something as mundane as a ratty old blanket can become the centerpoint of a great ficlet!!!! Very sad... but cute. -----signature----- "Oh," the other clerk said, as if it was nothing new, "You got one of the kid's drawings." http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/21158399 - Mechanical Dreams Apprentice to Zonoma "I'd take a Yuuzhan Vong Warrior over Jacen Solo any day."
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Smuggler_Shidakis Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 2/21/05 7:46am Subject: RE: Black Thread (very dark L/M-with-a-little-Leia vignette)
	Very good, extremely sad. The symbolism was right-on, and the whole thing was beautifully tragic. You've awed me again, obaona. -----signature----- K/J = Dark Lady of the JCC \| Master to Darth-Wanderguard Adopter of Rosh_Penin Désolée, mon président est un idiot. Je n'ai pas voté pour lui.
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