who; Luke Skywalker (& Exar Kun) where; Dreams. when; Sometime in the early morning hours. summary; All things end. rating; G. status; Finished.
He'd come to him in dreams again. Again. (Again?) Even despite everything. Despite the precautions, the pain, the overwhelmed, desperate, broken sobbing and the knowledge that it was all too big, too much, too hurtful for one tiny, ten-year-old boy.
He'd opened his eyes, and found himself on Yavin IV. He knew it and didn't know it-- knew it in the way one knew their most familiar dreams. Knew it because one day, in the future, he'd stand there and feel ghostly fingers around his throat, phantom teeth tearing at his mouth. He knew that jungle and green and ancient, haunted stones meant painpainpain.
And it was a pain that he would walk into, knowingly, embracing it.. because he had to. There were no other choices for him.
"Why are you still coming for me?" he wondered tiredly, and was surprised by how old he sounded. Was he so different now? Was he even the boy his parents loved anymore? He didn't know.
"You know why." And he was just.. there. Standing there, clothing streaming in the wind picking up around them, dark hair a black banner and eyes glowing hellfire-crimson and sulfuric. "You'll never be rid of me. Even if you kill me, even if you utterly destroy me, you'll never forget the scars I'll leave on your heart. The gouges, unhealing, that will spill your spirit through your pores."
There were hands against his face, and he was startled to realise that suddenly, his Bad Man wasn't so much taller than him. Things seemed so much clearer and strange.
"And still, I'll kill you," he promised gravely, blue overtaking crimson, mouth curling sadly. "You know that I will. You knew that when you chose to do this." He knew it, knew it, knew that he'd die-- slit open and spilling his innards and Force-strength. He'd known that his spirit would be dispelled, the last remnants locked away in a dark, wounded little part of the blond's heart. And perhaps that was why he'd done it, after all.
Immortality of another kind entirely.
"I know," he reassured the Jedi, the bright answer to his terrible darkness. "But first, you have to be what you were meant to be, now don't you?" He smiled, stepping back-- and with a startlingly-gentle push, sent the blond off the edge of the temple.