Darth Malak: "This Is The Face Of My Saviour. This Is The Face Of My Murderer. I Promised We Woud Die

Darth Malak: "This is the face of my saviour. This is the face of my murderer. I promised we woud die hand in hand, Revan? I lied... Sith always lie."

Last Darth Malak's thoughts on the Star Forge

"I am aware that I am surrounded by people who feel that they could do the job better. Strong people with powerful characters... But for better or worse, the duty of leading the Republic has fallen on my shoulders."

- Revan

*Right after playing a strategy computer game at the Jedi Temple*

Revan: So... We've failed...

The Exile: You've failed! Only you! It was completely your idea and your plan, Revan!

Revan: And you want to say Mal and you didn't support me, hah?

Tagged by @marythegizka Thank you!

Well... I have only 4 fics on archieveofourown.org, 3 of which are English. So the list will be short! Here are the very first paragraphs of my fics:

1. Peter knows the reason why Revan sits on one of the boulders at midnight, with knees slightly bent, and stares fixedly at the near blackness, the only light being the dim lights of distant glittering stars.

2. He feels her presence almost every day. From time to time it flashes especially brightly millions of light-years away. On Dantooine, hardly beloved but meaning something to her anyway. On Tatooine, merciless to all strangers. Or on the harsh but addictive Korriban.

3. Revan flew like a hurricane into the small cosy cottage that was temporary provided to him by the local administration while he was on a mission there. In his wildest dreams Malak could imagine that one day he would live peacefully in such a house. He could... if only he wasn’t a promising young Jedi Knight.

4. В какой момент всё пошло не так? Но в действительности и начиналось всё не лучшим образом…      

Tagging @yaninab @chen-qing @for-the-love-of-starwars (If you like to join in!)

Writer’s Game: First Sentences

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Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have

Hmmm. So. As I am an oversharer who posts literally everything she has… I’m just gonna open AO3 real quick to get them in ante-chronological order

1. Loghain watched in silence as Maric’s knees gave out beneath him, one hand still digging into Katriel’s shoulder.

2. The Archdemon hisses, a high, piercing cry, entirely too shrill for a dragon this size. 

3. It had been well over a month since Fontaine and Clarel had left for Weisshaupt, and Erin had been left to supervise the garrison until the Commander was back in Montsimmard.

4.The mission brief was about as standard as they came.

5. He’s an asset, a means to an end. 

6. Three months. 

7. The Sith writhes in the air, kicking and grasping at the invisible hand around his throat. 

8. The building is empty, and it takes some exploring before she finds her old room. 

9. Of the next dream, she has no context. 

10. Her head rests on his shoulder as the sun sets on the old grove, and surely the Masters would tell them that this is no way to meditate, but Revan’s never felt more at peace.

Tagging (if you’re interested, of course): @deedeemactir, @hinterlost, @dairine-bonnet and any followers who want to do this!

Their story is hardly a fairy tale.

They're not ordinary people and they have no chance of making their own fairy tale... at least, of the one with a happy ending.

Some Malak's thoughts on his relationship with Revan before the Mandalorian Wars from a short (i do hope so) fic I'm trying to write. A kind of a prediction if you like...

Amnesiac Revan: Hmmm... Why is it me who that mandalorian wants to talk to? Only because I won the race?

Mission *looking at Bastila and Carth arguing*: Probably, he also wants to talk to you because you're the most normal person here...

Amnesiac Revan: If I'm the most normal person here, it's disturbing as well as horrifying...