Gift fic 7 for Immora
Nov. 7th, 2007 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosieknightCompanion piece to Gift fic 6.
It is, I suppose, somehow fitting that the day I loathe the most corrisponds with the birthday of what I most treasure.
Empire Day - the anniversy of my wife's death, of my imprisonment within this wretched suit, of Obi-Wan's betrayal, of my crimes against those who raised me - is also my son's birthday.
Luke.
I call his image into my head. His true appearance, not the red-shaded view through my mask. Blonde, blue-eyed, athletic and tanned - as I once was. I can see others of our family in him, as well. Padme's luminous smile. My mother Shimi's hands.
It... reassures me to know those I love live on in my son, espeacially on this day of losses.
I can never describe how it felt to learn my child had survived his mother's death. To find out the one who'd destroyed the Death Star was the child I'd believed dead, there are no words. Only a driving desire, a physical need, to have him by my side and safe.
It is toture as well.
To see him through the clouds of steam in the Carbon Freezing Chamber of Cloud City, nearly grown, and know that so much time we could have spent as a family has been wasted....
The fire was a lesser torment.
I sense an officer approaching. It is time to return to hunting the Rebellion - and my son.
Happy Birthday, Luke.
It is, I suppose, somehow fitting that the day I loathe the most corrisponds with the birthday of what I most treasure.
Empire Day - the anniversy of my wife's death, of my imprisonment within this wretched suit, of Obi-Wan's betrayal, of my crimes against those who raised me - is also my son's birthday.
Luke.
I call his image into my head. His true appearance, not the red-shaded view through my mask. Blonde, blue-eyed, athletic and tanned - as I once was. I can see others of our family in him, as well. Padme's luminous smile. My mother Shimi's hands.
It... reassures me to know those I love live on in my son, espeacially on this day of losses.
I can never describe how it felt to learn my child had survived his mother's death. To find out the one who'd destroyed the Death Star was the child I'd believed dead, there are no words. Only a driving desire, a physical need, to have him by my side and safe.
It is toture as well.
To see him through the clouds of steam in the Carbon Freezing Chamber of Cloud City, nearly grown, and know that so much time we could have spent as a family has been wasted....
The fire was a lesser torment.
I sense an officer approaching. It is time to return to hunting the Rebellion - and my son.
Happy Birthday, Luke.
