Prompt 52a - Hope
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starwars100Title: The Fourth Try
Prompt: Hope
Author: softmoonlight (on ao3); saraisa here
Rating: G
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader
Pairing: Luke & Vader, Ahsoka & Vader
Star Wars Media Property: Original Trilogy, with Ahsoka from Rebels continuity
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Ahsoka watches him watch Luke.
Beta: Just me
Read on AO3
Luke was chattering away at the Sith Lord currently held against the wall in Force suppressing binders. His hands moved wildly as he spoke—or lectured, rather, with the sort of impunity and fearlessness only a Skywalker could possess—but he didn’t seem to notice the sheer intensity of Anakin’s stare as he watched him.
His blue-eyed stare.
The significance of that would be lost on Luke, though it wasn’t his fault; for some reason, Obi-Wan had not taught him at all. But Ahsoka knew what it meant.
Removing the suit hadn’t automatically made him recognizable as the man she once knew, even if he shared what remained of the same face, but this did.
When she had cracked open his helmet on Malachor, he had faltered for a moment, but his eyes remained steadfastly yellow. Luke and Leia had told her that when Obi-Wan confronted him on the Death Star, he had killed him. And while she didn’t know what had happened with Padmé, it couldn’t have been good, either.
They’d all failed.
Yet in this moment, as he let his son berate him about being his own killer, something Anakin usually readily raged of his own volition to her, it was with familiar blue, blue, blue eyes.
Ahsoka didn’t dare hope. It had been twenty years, he’d been like this several times longer than she’d ever known him, and nothing could ever really make up for all the things he’d done.
But when his mouth curled around the name, “Luke”—still possessive, like a Sith, but also marveling, like a father—and drew Luke’s diatribe up short, leaving the boy to stare back at him, chest heaving and eyes wild, she could see an inkling of the past there, and felt something like hope stir in her anyway.
Prompt: Hope
Author: softmoonlight (on ao3); saraisa here
Rating: G
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader
Pairing: Luke & Vader, Ahsoka & Vader
Star Wars Media Property: Original Trilogy, with Ahsoka from Rebels continuity
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Ahsoka watches him watch Luke.
Beta: Just me
Read on AO3
Read here
Luke was chattering away at the Sith Lord currently held against the wall in Force suppressing binders. His hands moved wildly as he spoke—or lectured, rather, with the sort of impunity and fearlessness only a Skywalker could possess—but he didn’t seem to notice the sheer intensity of Anakin’s stare as he watched him.
His blue-eyed stare.
The significance of that would be lost on Luke, though it wasn’t his fault; for some reason, Obi-Wan had not taught him at all. But Ahsoka knew what it meant.
Removing the suit hadn’t automatically made him recognizable as the man she once knew, even if he shared what remained of the same face, but this did.
When she had cracked open his helmet on Malachor, he had faltered for a moment, but his eyes remained steadfastly yellow. Luke and Leia had told her that when Obi-Wan confronted him on the Death Star, he had killed him. And while she didn’t know what had happened with Padmé, it couldn’t have been good, either.
They’d all failed.
Yet in this moment, as he let his son berate him about being his own killer, something Anakin usually readily raged of his own volition to her, it was with familiar blue, blue, blue eyes.
Ahsoka didn’t dare hope. It had been twenty years, he’d been like this several times longer than she’d ever known him, and nothing could ever really make up for all the things he’d done.
But when his mouth curled around the name, “Luke”—still possessive, like a Sith, but also marveling, like a father—and drew Luke’s diatribe up short, leaving the boy to stare back at him, chest heaving and eyes wild, she could see an inkling of the past there, and felt something like hope stir in her anyway.
