Anakin Solo (anakinsolo) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-02-16 00:01:00 |
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12:00 It is an iconic sound in two universes: the snap-hiss and pulsing thrum of a lightsaber blade. And on February 16, at midnight, it is the sound on every television set in Potts Tower. On an otherwise dark screen the purple blade casts shadows – throwing the darkness where the light does not touch even darker still. The shadows are deeper than the light, casting into darkness that obscures the location on the screen. The shadows protect the face of the man bearing that iconic weapon. But the darkness surrounding him protects no one. For all it may obscure for others, for Anakin Solo, the position of those around him is crystal clear. That’s clear in the way he anticipates moves, in the way opponents are struck down, thrown away, brushed aside, or choked into submission. This darkness holds clarity and determination and power unshackled by the hesitation or stillness of a Jedi. This is raw ability, unbound by duty, fueled by personal determination and seeking… Just at the edge of the shadow is a figure, no – figures – familiar in silhouette, but their faces just out of sight. He moves towards them, seeking to bring them into that glow from the lightsaber, back to him and where they belong. But the closer he moves, the more the shadow seems to consume them. The more desperate his motions the deeper into the shadows those figures slide, and there is nothing but one man and a lightsaber, and a body count. The cry is startling – being neither the hum of the lightsaber or the sounds of battle. It is instead that of a wounded animal, but with the physical force of a bomb. Despite the darkness you can see the walls tumble in around him and Anakin Solo is the only thing left standing - the eye of a storm of destruction. In the shadows all you can see is the face, eyes more gold than blue, and in the moment before total blackness on the screen you wonder if his blade was always so red? 12:01 |