The kingdom of Uruk is yours, Gilgamesh. Your deeds are mighty, Gilgamesh, your buildings magnificent, your triumphs spectacular; you surpass all other kings, O Gilgamesh. The guilt is yours, Gilgamesh, your lamentations silent, Gilgamesh, your quest is worthless, Gilgamesh; your hands are bloody from the death of Enkidu.
Tony and Bucky were unlikely friends at first and became unlikely lovers; there was no way they could work but they couldn't stay away from each other either. Tony was a creator, he built things and gave them life while Bucky was a destroyer, nothing would survive in his presence. But sometimes you could see how they might work, when they were wrestling in the sheets, when Bucky took them apart and they ended up being nothing but ashes and when it was Tony who put them together again, piece by piece; and they realised it was only natural, a cycle they could only fulfill together.
omg Tasha I read this already a couple of days ago but never got around to thank you for it? *facepalms* this is absolutely wonderful and i like the roles you give each of them and make it work as a cycle, because that's probably what they'd be like, breaking each other but also filling the cracks. mwah, thank you!
Old Ben ought to know by now - Jedi that he was, mad hermit that he is - that attachment is dangerous, and to make a home in the desert is to learn to let all things go. He has discarded names, before he came to live here, and places, old friends and lovers and so many memories - but there is a box in his hut, hidden, holding a knight's weapon, and he could never bring himself to leave it behind.
For the boy's sake, he tells himself, when the boy is of age, but it is not young Luke he thinks of most; his apprentice's name is sand on the wind, memory whittled down to bone, but he cannot forget that Vader too once watched these suns rise, and learned the desert's lessons about what to keep and what to throw away.
Oh my gosh, this is so beautifully written and hurts in all the right places. Especially that last part: his apprentice's name is sand on the wind, memory whittled down to bone, but he cannot forget that Vader too once watched these suns rise, and learned the desert's lessons about what to keep and what to throw away. Just wow. Thanks so much for this fill!
Thank you so much! Star Wars - and Anakin and Obi Wan's past - is one of those things that always hits me right in the emotions, but I wasn't sure if this would be what you were looking for, so I'm really glad you liked it.
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The guilt is yours, Gilgamesh, your lamentations silent, Gilgamesh, your quest is worthless, Gilgamesh; your hands are bloody from the death of Enkidu.
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For the boy's sake, he tells himself, when the boy is of age, but it is not young Luke he thinks of most; his apprentice's name is sand on the wind, memory whittled down to bone, but he cannot forget that Vader too once watched these suns rise, and learned the desert's lessons about what to keep and what to throw away.
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his apprentice's name is sand on the wind, memory whittled down to bone, but he cannot forget that Vader too once watched these suns rise, and learned the desert's lessons about what to keep and what to throw away.
Just wow. Thanks so much for this fill!
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