The Chosen One

Hey guys... just a note to say I'm leaving theatrical_muse. I haven't done much with this character and I don't intend to acknowledge the new cartoon as canon so it just feels like maybe it's time to let him go.

I still plan on watching the comm, and reading this f-list, and if it's okay with you perhaps still comment on your entries (please let me know if you want TM peeps only and I won't, no hard feelings!). Still may post to libraryofwinds though that comm is not very active anymore.

So! This isn't goodbye, it's just a "hey I won't be posting so much but I'm still here" - in fact, I may unofficially post TM prompts if I feel like it. ETA: Nevermind, it IS goodbye now >.>

May the Force be with us all!

He held her hands. Her soft, delicate, perfect hands. How cold and harsh his new robotic hand must feel to her. She didn’t seem to mind.

He gazed into her eyes. Her deep, warm, soulful brown eyes that reflected so much love. He’d always thought that the idea of “getting lost” in a lover’s eyes was just a silly, overused cliché. Now he understood exactly what it meant.

He listened to her angelic voice. How sweet the sound of his love promising to love and honor him until the day they died.

He promised the same to her. He would have promised her anything. He knew the vows were supposed to be the epitome of expressing love, but he felt he couldn’t possibly convey to her the depth of his feelings with mere words. There was no greater love than the love he felt for her. There simply couldn’t be. She was his joy, his life, his reason, his everything.

They were pronounced husband and wife. He leaned in to kiss her, a gentle smile gracing his face. She looked up at him so seriously…for a moment he felt her fear override her happy emotions. Their lips met, sealing their union. Don’t worry, my love, all is right in the universe now that you are mine.

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*blushes furiously*

That's... that's private.

((OOC: Jumping ahead a bit in his canon to RotS. Couldn't help it. He'll crackily revert back to some random time in the middle of the Clone Wars after this!))

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It wasn’t exactly news, at this point. They were at war – of course the Hero With No Fear would be called upon countless times. Even on the third day of his ten-day respite.

( Anakin understood this... )

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"Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live." ~ Haruki Murakami

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This is not a black and white world
To be alive the colors must be swirled
And I believe that maybe today
We will all get to appreciate
The beauty of gray...

~ Live "The Beauty of Gray"

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Anakin Skywalker
Star Wars
238 words (not including lyrics)

( 0300 on Coruscant )

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((Note: I marked it "private" because no one from his universe can know he's married. I don't mind if other muses here find out, though, so feel free to respond anyway.))

( I swear I didn't put those... )

OOC: Set before AotC. The Obi-Wan here may or may not be TM!Obi-Wan, and Anakin may or may not be guilty. >.>

He struck them down with eerie precision for a man so consumed with anger. His movements were swift and purposeful, his blade a blue blur of sizzling fury. In mere moments he had decimated the entire camp. He walked among the lifeless bodies, kicking the decapitated heads out of his way, feeling in the Force for survivors.

( Of course, there were none... )

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