oh noooo my heart – konekorambles

lurkingcrow:

So I was reminded of one of the bits in my WIP folder and finally got inspired to finish it off. This is a direct sequel to a ficlet I wrote a long while back, and won’t make much sense without having read that first.

I hope you all enjoy 🙂

It feels like one of her dreams. How many times has she found herself in the old days, chasing after her master as they rush through empty corridors, only to wake to a much colder and darker reality? Except, the Anakin in front of her seems a fraction smaller than Ahsoka remembers, a little more worn and much more subdued, and none of her dreams include the face of a small blond child grinning at her from his perch on his father’s shoulders.

Luke. Anakin’s son. Anakin has a son. Anakin is alive. The thoughts keep running around in her head, even as she automatically takes cover to avoid a wandering patrol. It won’t be long now before they find the body, and they need to be gone soon if they want to avoid lockdown. Which brings her right back to the beginning because how could she ever have expected this?

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