Weight of a Weapon [Prompt 013A: Sword]
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starwars100Title: Weight of a Weapon
Prompt: Sword
Author: lumiosecity
Rating: T
Characters: Din Djarin
Pairing: N/A
Star Wars Media Property: The Mandalorian
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: This piece focuses on an episode of depersonalization, and an effort to ground oneself gone sideways. No spoilers for anything ongoing.
Summary: A weapon is typically a comforting weight in Din's hands, but not this time.
Author Notes: Rewatching Mando seasons 1 + 2 so I can finally tackle season 3, had a moment of "hey, remember when almost everyone thought the Darksaber was haunted?" and this is the result. I love that freaky sword.
Grounding.
Din needs grounding more than anything else. The shell of beskar and leather isn't enough to keep him in his own skin right now— he feels dissonant in a way he hasn’t since childhood, floating two steps away from his own body, a spectator, not an actor.
It’s dangerous, feeling like this. It dulls his senses, makes him slow to act. He needs to do something, and fast.
So he focuses all his energy on contemplating the saber.
There’s not much to it at first glance, just a hilt (that carries the weight of centuries of conflict, so far beyond his ability to fathom that it makes his head spin), worn to someone else’s grip (a thousand someones, it sounds like, a legacy resting firmly on his shoulders, something he isn’t fit to carry), with a button for ignition.
The blade itself, though?
The blade screams, a slice of void-black plasma that’s impossible to guide, that fights him at every turn, that rejects him just as much as he rejects it.
He’s never met a weapon with this much of a personality. The thought does absolutely nothing to clear his head.
If anything, it just makes the static worse.
Prompt: Sword
Author: lumiosecity
Rating: T
Characters: Din Djarin
Pairing: N/A
Star Wars Media Property: The Mandalorian
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: This piece focuses on an episode of depersonalization, and an effort to ground oneself gone sideways. No spoilers for anything ongoing.
Summary: A weapon is typically a comforting weight in Din's hands, but not this time.
Author Notes: Rewatching Mando seasons 1 + 2 so I can finally tackle season 3, had a moment of "hey, remember when almost everyone thought the Darksaber was haunted?" and this is the result. I love that freaky sword.
Grounding.
Din needs grounding more than anything else. The shell of beskar and leather isn't enough to keep him in his own skin right now— he feels dissonant in a way he hasn’t since childhood, floating two steps away from his own body, a spectator, not an actor.
It’s dangerous, feeling like this. It dulls his senses, makes him slow to act. He needs to do something, and fast.
So he focuses all his energy on contemplating the saber.
There’s not much to it at first glance, just a hilt (that carries the weight of centuries of conflict, so far beyond his ability to fathom that it makes his head spin), worn to someone else’s grip (a thousand someones, it sounds like, a legacy resting firmly on his shoulders, something he isn’t fit to carry), with a button for ignition.
The blade itself, though?
The blade screams, a slice of void-black plasma that’s impossible to guide, that fights him at every turn, that rejects him just as much as he rejects it.
He’s never met a weapon with this much of a personality. The thought does absolutely nothing to clear his head.
If anything, it just makes the static worse.
