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[sexchangesthegeneration]

† EVANESCENT

summary: years have passed since anakin skywalker betrayed your trust, yet you're constantly tortured by his presence in your mind.

pairing: darth vader x reader

warnings: angst, cliffhanger? kind of.

a/n: i saw nosferatu weeks ago and i couldn't get this off my mind so i had to share it with you! includes my favorite quote from the movie, i hope you like it!

The familiarity of the garden came to bring you some sort of odd comfort, despite the cruel breeze, despite the darkness it held. He stood before you once again, like many times before.

You had stopped trying to understand what this place was a long time ago. A place you only see when you lay your head on your pillow, a place you're sucked into as soon as your eyes flutter shut.

His presence should fill you with joy. Yet it never does. Maybe it's the knowledge in the back of your head, that the man standing a couple feet from you is dead. A fleeting memory, a fading picture, nothing more.

Even during his lifetime as Anakin Skywalker, you could never understand the dynamic between the two of you. To call it a friendship would be improper. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't dismiss the way his gaze would linger on you, the way his slightest feather-like touches made you feel.

Unspoken feelings and words weighed on your shoulders even now, despite the years that have flown by since you've last spoken to him. It created a fog in your mind then, one that didn't seem to lift with the passing of time.

You've grown older — that much was clear to him. Your cheekbones were more defined, the childlike sparkle long gone from your beautiful eyes. He could've sworn you've also grown an inch or two, though it didn't make much of a difference to him; he was still a head taller than you.

You could only see the outline of his figure, but you'd recognize it anywhere. Anyone would. The sound that filled your ears each time he took a breath served as warning to many who had the misfortune to come face to face with him, and it didn't fail to fill you with dread either.

"What do you want?" You asked, your brows furrowed with an emotion you couldn't quite describe — frustration, anger, fear perhaps.

He didn't answer. He stood still like a statue, and you were almost convinced he didn't hear you, had he not tilt his head slightly.

That didn't satisfy you, of course. You took a step closer, the soil cold and moist beneath your bare feet. Once again you spoke up, your voice just a bit harsher, louder than before.

"Why are you here?"

He always admired your determination to get what you wanted. You stood in front of a man who kept the galaxy in terror for the past six years now and yet, your stubborn nature didn't allow you to quiver, to crumble under his unforgiving gaze.

"You watched me cry and beg on my knees for you not to turn away from me. Was that not enough? Have you come here to continue your torture?" You pressed further and this time, you told yourself you wouldn't back down until you got the answers you'd been seeking.

His mind was almost reeling at your defiant determination. It almost reminded him of when you were younger, how you'd demand that you go on some sort of misadventure together. It was a quality he'd once enjoyed in you, now it was vexing and bothersome.

His eyes narrowed at your tone, irritation flowing through his veins. His fingers clenched into a fist as he forced himself to remain calm, despite how unnatural it was for him to do so.

"Silence." He spoke, his voice deep and menacing — the exact opposite of the man she once knew.

"Answer me!" You demanded, your own hands holding onto your nightgown. "You owe me that much."

It only took him three long strides to close the distance between you, his gloved fingers curling around your jaw. His head tilted to the side once more, as he leaned closer. "I owe you nothing, girl." He hissed. "It seems you forget who you're talking to."

He, on the other hand, knew very well who he was talking to. You were the same girl he once grew so unfathomably attached to, and he wasn't planning on letting go.

His grip on your face loosened slightly as he tilted your head back, his thumb caressing your skin.

"Soon, I shall no longer be a shadow to you. Soon, our flesh shall embrace and we shall be as one."

Those words sent a shiver down your spine, but he didn't give you time to react. He was gone as fast as he appeared, leaving you alone in the darkness.

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