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Killik_Twilight Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/2/05 2:22pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Very good! I like the part where Luke wants to be saved the most . . . Excellent job! KT -----signature----- "Those who have long enjoyed such privileges as we enjoy forget in time that men have died to win them." Franklin D. Roosevelt
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Jedi_Anais Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/2/05 5:29pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes - Date Edited: 5/2/05 5:30pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Anais
	Woah. Can't help to feel a little sorry for Luke. At least a tiny part of him seems to know what he's doing is wrong, but the dark side keeps knocking it down. Awesome post, Knight_Aragorn. -----signature----- The rainbows of life follow the storms. "Knowledge is gained by learning, trust by doubt, skill by practice, and love by love." - Thomas Szasz
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Stargazer-19 Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 5/2/05 9:07pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Of course it was a complement! These kind of stories are never easy to write, but you pull it off very well. -----signature----- Magneto: “You wanted us to protect the library. What kind of villain attacks a library? Xavier: You always did stupid things when you were a villain. M: Did I ever attack a library? X: Well, no. M: Exactly. No self respecting villain attacks a library.
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AvenKiel Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 5/3/05 2:39pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Somehow I don't think that what Mara has in mind to save Luke is very nice. Great Post, can't wait for more!! -----signature----- I'm a naughty little Kitty... Meow! Grilled Cheese..... mmmmmmmmm..... http://www.livejournal.com/~jediliz/ I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't dance , sing and hop around all day, I'd probably die. Death from fidgeting!
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 5/3/05 4:28pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	RebelPrincess: Luke says some interesting things in his sleep... He does indeed... The next post is coming right up! Thanks for reading. DarthIshtar: Interesting convo with Leia There's another one coming up very soon. Killik_Twilight: Thank you! Jedi_Anais: At least a tiny part of him seems to know what he's doing is wrong, but the dark side keeps knocking it down. I like how you put that. There does seem to be a struggle happening on some level there... Thanks for reading. Stargazer-19: Thank you! Aven_Kiel: Somehow I don't think that what Mara has in mind to save Luke is very nice. We'll see. The next post will be right up. Glad you're enjoying the story.
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 5/3/05 4:30pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	======= ======= He had always thought the pain would end with her. But it was there still – shimmering, throbbing, relentless. Worse than before. It hurt to be with her. It hurt to look at her; it hurt to touch her; it hurt to hear her voice. It was a strange pain, unlike any he’d experienced before. He couldn’t turn away. He wanted the pain. He wanted her. So – she watched him with melancholy green eyes. He gloried in the warmth she brought to his universe of coldness while slowly absorbing her silent sorrow, breathing it with the scent of her skin. And they waited. He was not aware he waited. She tried not to be. But the days crept on, inexorable. They did not discuss the past, avoiding it by mutual hesitation. He knew, by some unspoken, unrealised vehemency, that her silences were best kept as so. Some part of him saw the changes in her eyes, recognised the glimpsed spells of longing and fierceness where the rest of him could not. And that part spoke, as it never had before, and it said, no. So he never asked why she left, and what she did in all that time. Never even allowed himself to wonder. Because – in his deepest heart – he knew, and knew that he could never know. And the years remained silent between them. The stormclouds of pain and depression fell on him, still – more severely than ever. He couldn’t sleep, some nights, lying beside her in the darkness. He watched her breathe and dream, tracing her skin with his fingertips, memorising the already-memorised shape of her lips. Other times, he slumped in the gloom of his offices, hands clutching his head, trying to squeeze away the blinding pain. His staff knew his moods; they stayed well clear. He’s in a killing temper, they whispered between themselves when they thought he couldn’t hear. Blood and lust and fire swirled beneath his eyelids, the ghosts of murdered children driving icy fingers deep into his brain. His body hummed with need, need to hurt to kill to despoil to dominate, anything to ease the agony, to lose his pain in the blood of others. But he stayed where he was, head in his hands. Drowning. Eventually the pain would subside or be sated, and the loathing and the disgust would fade, and he would be able meet his own eyes in the mirror once more and not flinch in revulsion. The pain would be there still – it was always there – but he would be beyond it. He would subvert himself to the mindless dark and it would wash the horrors away as it always had, and always did. Until the next time. He sat, one evening, in a darkened room somewhere in the midst of his sprawling chambers. Privately, he’d christened it the viewing room for its wide window that looked out over the city. The transparisteel was currently opaqued, subduing the radiance from outside. He was slumped low in an oversized chair. She stood by the window, looking out over the muted glow of the city. Her scent lingered on him, spice and fire on his tousled clothes. He watched her, his eyes half-shut. Her gown was sleek and dark in the gloom. After a while, he rose to his feet, silently crossing the dark carpet. He laid his hands on her shoulders. She moved her head, hair gleaming softly in the half-light, but neither tensed nor relaxed to his touch. He ran his fingers down the silkiness of her gown, tracing the curve of her back. “Something troubles you,” he said softly, fingers coming to rest on her waist. She eased against him, just slightly: habit, probably, more than anything. For a time, she didn’t speak. He waited. Then he felt her inhale, and she turned, hands on his shoulders, eyes boring deep into his. They looked at one another a moment; then she said, “You have scheduled Organa for execution.” Brushing a wisping tendril of hair from her cheek, he murmured, “What of it?” Her gaze flitted over his face before settling on his eyes again. “Is that wise?” He frowned. “She is a Rebel.” “I see.” She looked down, back up. Lifted an eyebrow. “This is a killing offence?” “Of course.” He spoke as though it were obvious. She looked at him a moment, then said, “I was a Rebel.” She lifted her hands from his shoulders, bringing her wrists together before his face as though bound by invisible manacles. She lowered them to chin-level and added, “Will you kill me – Emperor?” The sardonic light in her eyes was at once a dare and a memory, sharp with the ambrosia of days somehow starker and brighter than the days he knew now. He met her gaze, met the challenge, and said levelly, “You were never a Rebel.” She lowered her chin, her eyes darkening, glinting, never leaving his. Still holding her wrists together, she caught his dishevelled tunic between her fingers, pulling him closer. Tilting her head, she whispered tauntingly, “So sure?” His fingers closed on her wrists, jerking them apart. He kissed her. She coiled her arms around his neck. He was not gentle, in his flaming need; neither was she, meeting and matching his ardour. He pressed her against the darkened window. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her hard-soft silkiness flared against him, within him; he pulled her, she pushed him, and they stumbled backwards, breathless, until he felt the edge of the chair against his legs. He pulled her down with him and kissed her, kissed the edge of her lips, her jaw, the soft hollow beneath her ear, the curve of her throat where her pulse thrummed. There he slowed, breathing into the warm curve of her shoulder. Her hands laid themselves on his head, fingers splayed through his hair. She bowed her head to his. Her fingers began to stroke through his hair after a moment, a gentle, soothing pattern. “You’re afraid of her,” she breathed, her lips warm against his ear. “Aren’t you.” Not mocking. Not sardonic. No. They’d fought, neither had won; no more games. Her fingertips made circles in his hair, tiny threading spirals. He leaned his head against her shoulder; wordlessly, he closed his eyes. “Oh, Luke,” she said, very quietly and in pain. “Oh, Luke.” He pressed his face to the silkiness of her gown, the warm bare heat of her shoulder. After a time, she placed a gentle kiss on his head; a strange gesture, he thought distantly. Then he felt her head lean against his, soft dark hair draping down as if to shield them both. He put his arms around her, holding her as tightly he could, careful not to hurt. “Princess.” Leia Organa opened her eyes to the blank grey ceiling she knew far too well, roused from her unsleeping repose by a voice that was also familiar. It sounded like dusk: mellifluous and detached. Leia turned her head. “Jade,” she said. Her own voice sounded odd, she thought. It had not been used in days. The woman stepped forward with noiseless grace, looking around the cell. Leia sat up on the cot, swinging her grey-garbed legs over the edge. She watched Jade. In the place of the sleek green-gold gown she’d worn the first time, the tall woman wore a dark gown of austere design. The plain cut somehow suited her. It was the deepest shade of grey that Leia had ever seen, so dark that it was almost black. After a few moments, Jade turned her deep-green eyes onto Leia, scanning her with the same distant interest as she had scanned the featureless walls. “You know you have been scheduled for execution in two weeks?” It would have been quite a surprise to hear it spoken so if not, Leia reflected. “Yes,” she answered. “I know.” Jade looked at her a moment, then looked at the wall again. Then she looked back at Leia. “You aren’t afraid?” “I stopped fearing death years ago,” Leia said blandly. “It happens, in a war.” “Yes,” Jade agreed, her tone somehow odd. “But – what of your children?” Leia’s head came up, her eyes narrowing warily. “What of them?” “They will go motherless,” Jade said. The pang of pain those words provoked was so sharp that Leia almost gasped. She’d been trying to shunt it aside for days now, lest it consume her. To never see her babies again… “Forgive me,” Jade said. “I didn’t intend…” Jade’s eyes met hers, and the empathy that Leia saw there startled her. And Jade, perhaps, for the other woman abruptly turned away. Leia, glad of the small privacy granted by the gesture, lowered her head and closed her eyes, opening them again after a moment. Jade turned back. Her eyes were strangely uncertain as she looked at Leia, and Leia frowned. Jade looked away, scanning the walls again. Not meeting Leia’s eyes, she stepped closer, until she stood over her. Then her gaze flicked down to meet Leia’s. “What is it?” Leia asked suspiciously. Jade drew a breath, turned away, then turned back. She bent down, bringing her mouth to Leia’s ear. The movement was startlingly swift, else Leia would have recoiled. “He is your brother,” Jade breathed, and pulled back. Leia stared at her. “What?” Jade met her eyes sombrely a moment, then leaned in again – not so close this time, but close enough that they could not be overheard by electronic ears. “Darth Vader had two children,” she said lowly. “Twins. A boy and a girl. They were separated at birth to protect them from their father and his master. The boy’s guardians failed.” She paused, “Yours did not.” Leia’s breath seemed to halt in her chest. “No,” she whispered. Then, “No! You lie.” Jade sat back, those calm eyes running over Leia’s face, seeming to see through her. “You know that I do not,” she said matter-of-factly. Leia closed her eyes. “No,” she breathed, in defeat this time. Jade didn’t move. Leia’s mind whirled as coldness sank through her stomach. That monster… that inhuman thing, that had taunted her and touched her and gloated over her, was – her brother? She had shared a womb with that for nine months? She got to her feet, stumbled unsteadily to the small basin in the corner of the cell, and threw up. When she turned back, Jade had not moved, other than to turn to view her. The other woman’s eyes were deep, and strangely cold. “Why did you tell me this?” Leia said, half-demand, half-plea. Jade looked down, then back up. “You should know,” was all she said. “Does he know?” Leia hissed. Jade’s eyes swiftly veiled themselves. She shook her head, and added, after a moment, “Best that it stay that way.” Leia sank onto the cot again, closing her eyes. “I will leave you,” Jade said. Her dark gown whispered as she rose; she stood motionless for a moment, as though about to say something more. But, to Leia’s relief, Jade’s footsteps vanished through the door without another word being spoken. Leia lay back on the hard cot and stared sightlessly at the dull metal overhead. ======= =======
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Jedi_BMK Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/3/05 4:58pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	You write the darkness in Luke so well. I don't know how you do it. Well, Luke sure isn't getting any better yet. And he's going to have Leia executed! Although, now I have to wonder just how Mara learned the truth about Leia and why she doesn't think Luke should know. I will ponder this while waiting for the next post. -----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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academygrad88 Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/3/05 6:22pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings - Date Edited: 5/3/05 6:22pm (1 edits total) Edited By: academygrad88
	Excellent chapter! I love the way you write. I can actually visualize being there in the room with Luke and Mara. I know Luke is a horrible, evil Dark Jedi, but it breaks my heart to see him in such pain. I truly hope that Mara can lead him to redemption, but I fear he is far too gone for that. Keep up the fantastic work! 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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Killik_Twilight Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/3/05 6:49pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	Wow . . . poor Luke. And poor Leia . . . this just seems so sad. Very nice post, still! cries KT -----signature----- "Those who have long enjoyed such privileges as we enjoy forget in time that men have died to win them." Franklin D. Roosevelt
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Stargazer-19 Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 5/3/05 7:47pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings - Date Edited: 5/3/05 7:48pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Stargazer-19
	I wonder how Mara found out that little tidbit of information... very interesting. Great Post, as always. Post Soon. -----signature----- Magneto: “You wanted us to protect the library. What kind of villain attacks a library? Xavier: You always did stupid things when you were a villain. M: Did I ever attack a library? X: Well, no. M: Exactly. No self respecting villain attacks a library.
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Jedi_Anais Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/3/05 7:52pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings - Date Edited: 5/6/05 11:11pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Anais
	How does Mara know about Leia and not Luke? Though I doubt Luke knowing that Leia is his sister would change his decision. Poor Luke seems to be too far gone for that. -----signature----- The rainbows of life follow the storms. "Knowledge is gained by learning, trust by doubt, skill by practice, and love by love." - Thomas Szasz
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RedGold Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 5/4/05 2:41am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	Oh yes... Dark!Luke And Mara is up to something... but for the life of me I have no idea... -----signature----- Legend... Recluse... Forgotten... Will one day return... http://www.starwarsfanfic.com
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DarthIshtar Title: Former CR Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 5/4/05 7:42am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	â€œOh, Luke,â€ she said, very quietly and in pain. â€œOh, Luke." That pretty much sums it up for me. Why do I have the feeling that Luke will find out about his sister, anyway? -----signature----- "I feel like a more down-to-earth Pink 5 when I'm writing Leah. Same attitude, less lip gloss." ~Me on how to get in the right mindset for Twilight fanfic.
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Mirax_Corran Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 5/4/05 8:22am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	I'll start by saying that I don't usually read Dark-Luke. But this is so good. I really like it. So Mara told Leia that she and Luke were twins. Where did she find out? But it was a good decision. Myra -----signature----- "Pretty. What do we blow up first?" * * * * The Wise Words of Myn Donos * * * * Fics in my profile
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/4/05 11:08am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	WOW! I don't know what else to say because I'm simply blown away (ugh, how inadequate THAT sounds) So, WOW again. Blood and lust and fire swirled beneath his eyelids, the ghosts of murdered children driving icy fingers deep into his brain. His body hummed with need, need to hurt to kill to despoil to dominate, anything to ease the agony, to lose his pain in the blood of others. But he stayed where he was, head in his hands. Drowning. Eventually the pain would subside or be sated, and the loathing and the disgust would fade, and he would be able meet his own eyes in the mirror once more and not flinch in revulsion. The pain would be there still – it was always there – but he would be beyond it. He would subvert himself to the mindless dark and it would wash the horrors away as it always had, and always did. Until the next time What a perfect description of Luke! Must have more... NOW! -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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