#dyiad

      𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃                 only to be buried in the dark depths of fabric at the neck of his hooded cowl. a fist gathers at the throat only to pull it loose, unraveling what had been bound tight to disguise him in shadow only to expose the face of a boy  ..  and the phantom, dark eyes of a doe. a single stride might dare to bring him   c l o s e r  ,  and bare him to the dim light of the room  /  as though she may not know him otherwise.                                  (  but he would know her by smell, by the sound of her breath alone .. by the force that twists his guts to knots whenever she is near, and warms his hands.  )            don’t you know me? ...                                                                                                      he speaks :    ❛    you’re not   alone.    ❜  

        𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙; 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝘩. 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 .

❛    i keep thinking that if i turn my head fast enough , i’ll see their face … or if i listen hard enough , that i’ll hear their voice … but i won’t .   ❜     from   rey   /   @dyiad​​

            𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄                 dark eyes held in  d e l i c a c y    upon her against the dim, flickering luminescence a fire casts out and into the room.  god of lies, creature of hatred  --  child of darkness!  yet, through the ties the force had bound them with, the knight of ren’s features are left to the softness of a boy.  something far more human than what he had become,    ❛    no, you won’t.    they left you, rey ..  left a child in the hands of a filthy junk trader, in a wasteland.  ❜    words like dark velvet, to pour from his tongue like water  -  yet, they are left clinging to the air as something burdened heavily with far more substance.  ❛   -  tell me, why should you yearn so desperately for people like that? you called me a monster, once  -  it made you want to kill me ; yet, you have been scrambling after a pair of them since you can remember.   ❜

permits the silence to hold her  ;  to reach out, and caress her cheek .. or strike it.  the saliva he swallows is suddenly thick, and it sticks to the back of his tongue as a wave of cold washes over the back of his neck  /  though he suddenly hardens, where the body may have insisted to shudder.   ❛   let the past die .. kill it, if you have to  -  its the only way to become what you are meant to be.   ❜  

                                                                                                                                -  i saw something, too .. the procession of knights at his back take their single step from the shadows, casting an echo of the single step of many to resonate against the walls.                                                        -  i know that when the time comes, you’ll be the one to turn.   something beckons his jaw to tighten, grinding hard canine and molar  :   bone-to-bone.  dark eyes in descent until they fall upon her, the figure will draw forth his saber, and bring it to hover over one narrow shoulder  /  and again over the other.                 -  when i offer you my hand again, you’ll take it.                              he speaks, and extends to her a single hand, bound in leather :    ❛    rise, rey of jakku ..   rise as a knight of ren,  rise as supreme leader  --  take my hand, and together we will bring a new order to the galaxy.    ❜

                                        rise, and let your past finally die.