BEACH BAD, BEACH BAD [OPEN]

[sin-and-misery.livejournal.com]

To say Vader was out of his element was the understatement of the millennium. He'd taken refuge under a large umbrella and was seated in his his chair as though it were the Emperor's own throne. Under the pretense of meditating, he was keeping a three-foot radius of space around him sand-free.

His beach towel would stay immaculate until he got someone else's blood on it.

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[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

Here we go!

Sofia did her best to clear the exasperation from her face and tapped into her reserves of patience. "What did he do to destroy it?"

[sin-and-misery.livejournal.com]

"He stole my son from the stomach of my dead wife before her body had even cooled," Vader growled, "he should have been raised as a prince, and instead he was trapped on that backwater hell known as Tatooine."

It's clear that Vader is really more concerned with not being able to raise Luke himself, and that his desires are more selfish than he lets on.

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

Sofia's eyebrows went up at that. She was pretty sure she hadn't read that in any plot summary. "Why would he do that?"

[sin-and-misery.livejournal.com]

"To raise my son and make him the fanatic slave he failed to make me into!" Vader snapped. "My son's power surpasses even mine."

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

"Hm. He does not seem like a fanatic slave to me, from what I have seen of him. What did Kenobi do to try and make you a fanatic slave?"

[sin-and-misery.livejournal.com]

"I will not speak of that man," Vader seethed, "other than that I do not wish to see him anywhere near my son!"