The dreams did not, as Vader might have expected, come after days when he had done part. evil.

[quigonejinn]

When Anakin was fourteen, a mission with Obi-Wan took them to a planet where the crust was more than forty-five percent ferromagnetic metal. Even the crystals incorporated significant amounts into their structures and could, therefore, be magnetized.

As an exercise for Anakin, as a sort of useful punishment for his lack of focus, Obi-Wan assigned him the job of using the Force to manipulate his personal magnetic field and use it to reshape a particularly loosely-bonded crystal that Obi-Wan had come across. For example, there was the transport they had used to arrive at this planet and various local landmarks. Furniture that they had in their rooms, basic shapes. Crude objects, mainly, because Anakin was still having trouble with finesse and small-scale control. Anakin could blow apart doors and jump from the clouds unharmed, but he had problems summoning objects from across the room without breaking every window, and Obi-Wan did not think that Anakin would be able to master anything more complicated.

Therefore, at the end of the stay, Anakin surprised Obi-Wan by modeling Obi-Wan's own face back at him.

It was whole, complete, from the slope of the forehead down to the shape of the chin. When Obi-Wan's expression moved in surprise, the model moved, too. The eyes widened; the jaw dropped, and after Obi-Wan swallowed down his shock, he congratulated Anakin. It was admittedly a masterful job. Instead of Anakin answering back directly, though, with proper Padawan humility, the face winked and smirked. If Anakin could have made it bow, he would have, and Obi-Wan had been exasperated by that, of course, and twenty years later, Anakin, as Vader, had a dream that sent him back to that room.

There was little physiological need for him to sleep anymore, but there were times when he would lapse into a state that was much like dreaming. On this occaision, it was all there, entirely in his memory, vivid and uncolored in a way that he never saw anymore.

The bay windows looking out into the garden. The curving furniture that he had spent hours and hours modeling and breaking his brain on. The marble floor that he'd slipped on when he'd come out of the 'fresher their first night there, the flowers in a vase on a table, and he was standing in the center of the room with the crystal in his hands again.

There was no Obi-Wan, though, not in even in his hands. There was some small triumph in that, but no matter how he tried, in the dream, Vader found that he could not get the crystal in his hands to take on any shape but his own, at twenty-one and full of love and hope.

That was, somehow, for Vader, worse.

Comments

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

Ahah. I'v enever played racquetball. It looks like it involves a rather lot of conquering one's fears of small flying objects headed directly at one, and uh. I spent ENTIRELY too much time sucking and sucking hard in elementary gym classes to enjoy that in any way. *_*

Vader is an odd creature to feel sympathy for, but I'm trying to find it in me as part of my Understand Anakin campaign. XD

And. By the way. I don't think that I got a chance to say this with the other comments that you've been leaving, but I really do appreciate it. It's really lovely to know that somebody could enjoy my stuff enough to leave comments on so many of the stories. ^_^

[a-blue-moon-cat.livejournal.com]

*grins* I can understand that fear, as I wear glasses. I've tried to conquer it over the years, but have never suceeded all the way.

DV and sympathy didn't go together for me at all, until I saw the backstory of the PT and realized that here was a person who had made a number of choices (good and bad, a lot of them bad) and was a complex person in a difficult time and situation. When I recently saw ANH again, I felt very sorry for DV, still trapped in that suit and the horror of his soul after twenty years.

And leaving comments is the least I can do to show my appreciation for others' work. :) If I take the time to read it, it's the least I can do to leave a comment. And also, if I take icons, I always let the icon maker know which ones and why. Again, it seems the least that I could do.

You're very welcome, because you are such a good writer, and getting better all the time, the mark of a true talent.