Heartbreak

The moment you asked

for my body in place

of a romantic relationship

I knew

I knew

I knew

 

That I couldn’t trust you

couldn’t like you

couldn’t be with you

because the moment you asked

for my body in return

for a romantic relationship

I knew

that you’d break my heart

 

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In love, lust whatever

There is so many things

that I want to say

I miss you

I love you

Go out with me

Please

please, please, please

please

can’t we just

try?

 

Burning Bright

‘Who am I?’ Luke whispers and the Force sprinkles a coolness into him that makes his joints aches and that reveals no answers to him.

He thinks of the name “Luke,” given to him by a mother he barely remembers and frowns. It is a name she gave him, sure, but that was all of hers that he had. So he opens himself back up to the Force and considers what it means to live up to a name he feels he doesn’t deserve.

It all starts…..it starts when Luke reaches for the grounding sensation that of the rock beneath his fingers, he opens up to the Force and it sweeps into him like a flower opening up into the sun-kissed air and it is pain, it is relief, it

 

‘Who am I?’ Luke whispers and the Force sprinkles a coolness into him that makes his joints aches and that reveals no answers to him.

 

He thinks of the name “Luke,” given to him by a mother he barely remembers and frowns. It is a name she gave him, sure, but that was all of hers that he had. So the old Jedi lets the Force into him again and considers what it means to live up to a name he feels he doesn’t deserve.

 

It shows him kindness, it shows him strength and the old man who calls himself Luke and yet does not know who he is, opens himself up further to the Force and there is the stars, the planets, the fading presence of the young Rey and then there is Leia. Where her Force-self was strong and determined and unfathomably large, it seemed lesser and not fading, not quite fading but weak as in…

 

It was hard to tell when he was this far away from her and then he remembered that he could hardly hear her heartbeat, faint as it was.

Nothing had changed. And the force is still streaking through him, overwhelmingly and blindingly bright. There is life, death, peace, and violence and in between, there is the balance and then it roars into the familiar silence that still yet rang with power. It remained the swirling energy that was often described to him as a sandstorm by multiple Jedi through the years.

But that doesn’t matter anymore. The Force is with him and he one is with the Force and all Luke has to do is remember who he once was and all will be well. He thinks of Rey, he thinks of her desire to look into the darkness and he thinks of why he wants the Jedi to end and it seems petty that he wants to die with his failures.

But then Yoda’s words come back to him and as much as Luke hates it, he goes back and he thinks of Owen and Beru and his father and his sister and the Rebellion and he opens himself back up to the Force again and again and –

“Great kid, don’t get cocky,”  is Han’s voice and “You’re a little short for a storm trooper,”  says his memory of Leia and “feel the Force Luke” says his first teacher and with the familiar echo of a Whills chant, then the Force pushes him forward and pulls him down into its depths and there at the bottom is the boy who looked at the despair of his foster parents’ bodies, and the boy who discovered the depths of the despair that the rebellion ran under.

There are the slavers and the people who died in his arms during his reign with the rebellion and deep within it is the despair and the sadness and then there is, at the deepest depths of what the force is showing him, is humble, kindness and despite himself, Luke smiles. It is hard to remember when he last felt like that.  He thinks of the darkness that Rey (oh) had sensed and had very nearly jumped into and he thinks, he thinks and he decides.

Back into the pit, Luke goes, no longer shaking with the amount of feeling the Force has given and overwhelms him with. The darkness is overwhelming too, but he thinks again of what Yoda says about failure and presses his fingertips to the wall of dark and it shows him that he fails, except he is expecting it now and failure…failure can teach as well and all he has to do is take that opportunity and learn.

The Force shows him everything about himself, the good, the bad and what sticks with him the most is the mistakes.

Luke is not sure how he will be able to help them now, he does not have Threepio, or Artoo, and his ship was sunk deep within the depths of this ocean. There is a feeling of brief despair but there is a whir of outside resignation diving into his senses. It is enough that Luke manages to slowly come back to himself without a hitch. Somewhere overhead, there is a familiar cheerful gurgle that briefly disconcerts him and yet is comforting all at once.

 

It is enough.

 

Luke Skywalker takes a moment to breathe and – “Well?” Rey interrupts.

 

“Are you coming?”

 

He smiles.

 

“Yes, Rey. I am coming.”

Angels in Asgard

Ko-Fi

When Frigga opens her eyes from her nightmare, there is flash of light somewhere out of the corner of her eye and she gets up in time to catch the tail end of a light shrink in on a spot just off the Bifrost.

“My lord. My lady,” whispers the shimmer of Heimdall, “You should see this.”

Odin is awake by the time she returns to the bed and murmurs huskily, “Frigga – “

“Stay in bed, love,” she whispers back, “Let me handle this.”

“But Frigga – ” Odin insists and she smiles. Her husband is bullheaded and there is no stopping him once he has made up his mind.

Rolling her eyes as she pulls on a robe, Frigga motions for her husband to get up, “Behave, please. I will speak to Heimdall about this.”

When she arrives in the throne room with her husband by her side, Thor and Heimdall are in the throne room with a collapsed being on the floor.

The being is gorgeous and a pair of broken wings erupt awkwardly from their back onto the floor behind them. Thor – bless his soul – has brought a pair of pillows for them to lay their elbows on and his cloak to throw over their shoulders.

Frigga tenses as she comes over to hover at eye level with the being. ‘My poor dear,’ Frigga wants to say but the being’s voice resonates in her, around her and everywhere in the room, “Please – please. You must help.”

“Help?” Frigga whispers.

“We are under attack,” the being croaks as they clutch at Frigga’s arms, “There’s not much time.”

Heimdall’s head shifts towards the Bifrost as he says, “We have company, my lady.”

“I have it,” Odin says, “Frigga –“

“I have them,” his wife says as she turns to her husband, “Do not panic. I will not have a panicked people.”

Odin nods, bless him and turns to sound the alarm.

“Hurry –“the being says as their wings flutter weakly, “Please – the fallen will fight hard.”

The Unravelling of Time

Time Unravels. Time unravels and the Earth shakes and for every shake of the planet Earth, the universe collapses. For every shake that Earth experiences, the universe and everything that eclipses it is torn open. There is only the void and God and his Angels are prepared.

Kofi 

“The world falls apart.”

His voice booms through the heavens with a sigh so gentle that even the smallest of His Choirs, on the outskirts of His heavenly home, stopped their admiration.

He hears more than sees the wings of one of His Seraphim ruffle and shake and stretch out in a hesitant curiosity and the sound sends a tickling of amusement through His being.

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