Several of them did buy families freedom, not that either of them are aware.
Vader stays close, watching Luke, but also looking. Occasionally glaring at a piece that hits a memory too hard.
Once they have wandered back, Vader opens a door and pulls Luke through. Here, the personal rooms are hidden away.
A dining room, open and airy, able to be opened to the outside. A kitchen obviously set up to be used. A sitting room, a study, bedrooms. One door, ornately carved, fabric torn from black lace and deep red velvet tied around the handle. That's new, in a way - not here when he was here last - but the fabric itself is old.
Vader puts a hand on the door and leans his head against it. Rests.
Then turns to the door perpendicular to it and presses the doors open.
Unlike the others, it's not finished. A mural is started, Naboo's hills and rivers spilling over the walls, star maps started, figures outlined by not finished, ghostly in their appearance. The windows large and lighting the room with golden light. Some furniture, a chaise, a rocking chair, paints long dried out, brushes rotting, a beautifully woven wicker basket on the floor, lined with soft cloth and filled with tiny bundles fabric. A dark, agonist black pile of woolen fabric near a ladder. A crib, in pieces, never put together.
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Date: 2024-01-22 04:05 am (UTC)Vader stays close, watching Luke, but also looking. Occasionally glaring at a piece that hits a memory too hard.
Once they have wandered back, Vader opens a door and pulls Luke through. Here, the personal rooms are hidden away.
A dining room, open and airy, able to be opened to the outside. A kitchen obviously set up to be used. A sitting room, a study, bedrooms. One door, ornately carved, fabric torn from black lace and deep red velvet tied around the handle. That's new, in a way - not here when he was here last - but the fabric itself is old.
Vader puts a hand on the door and leans his head against it. Rests.
Then turns to the door perpendicular to it and presses the doors open.
Unlike the others, it's not finished. A mural is started, Naboo's hills and rivers spilling over the walls, star maps started, figures outlined by not finished, ghostly in their appearance. The windows large and lighting the room with golden light. Some furniture, a chaise, a rocking chair, paints long dried out, brushes rotting, a beautifully woven wicker basket on the floor, lined with soft cloth and filled with tiny bundles fabric. A dark, agonist black pile of woolen fabric near a ladder. A crib, in pieces, never put together.