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no fire to extinguish this wounded rage by saintsurvivor
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
26 May 2022
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He wanted to become a Jedi to free the slaves, and yet the Force have given him an army and expected him not to cradle them to his breast, to not see himself in every single one of them until he has to look away or burn up with the shame, with the anger that feels like a krayt dragon has become his heart. He is selfish in this, he knows. At least he has the option to look away.
from the prompt on newswcanonprompts
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Rex is silent still, and though something is lurking, quiet and dark in his eyes, he steps back. He lets Anakin rise, throwing his legs over the cotside. Even with his helmet on, Anakin would know every expression on this man’s face, and would know his footsteps in a darkened room. Now, bare faced and expression hardened, Rex is open, the Force slipping through him, presence heavy. There is the faintest hint of distrust, but something soft and barely there threads through it. Anakin wants to nurture it, hold it close like he used to the little trembling bodies of babies in the creché, would shush them quietly, singing lullabies from a life he was ordered to be detached from, as if it wasn’t the very essence of his existence, as if he could shake slave from his bones, as if he could shake a chip from his spine and spit upon it.
Stillness, silence, and then Rex bursts into action. A DC-17, immaculate, powercell shining in the fluorescence of the medbay, and Anakin breathes through the action as Rex presses the barrel of it to the underside of his throat. A sweet breeze, a steady drumming that matches the quiet pace of Anakin’s heart and Anakin leans into it, eye to eye with his Captain, his second in command for all that Ahsoka is Commander.
“Captain!” Kix hisses, and a scalpel is there then, poised across Rex’s radial artery, pressing sweetly through regulation blacks.
Anakin only reaches, and in his hand he clasps his lightsaber. He presses it to Rex’s chest plate.
“My life is yours.” He says earnestly. “I would kill and die for you, my Captain, my men, my troops, my Legion. Let me do this for you, let me take the heat, the burden.”
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yoooo this was fire (pun not intended)
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