thefightwithin

[thefightwithin]

tag dump p3 Jäel

jael | thoughts | i believe in what i fight for and i have paid for it with pain

jael | misc | i’ll swallow my blood before i swallow my pride

jael | stories | we few shall carry hope within our bloodied hands

jael | art | promise me they will never see the fear within our eyes

jael | headcanons | he’ll argue about anything with anyone

jael | aesthetics | i never back down always in crisis

jael | playlist | i won't give up i refuse

jael | visage | the fragile bones now ripped and torn

jael | ship | now we’re screaming just to see who’s louder

[thefightwithin]

tag dump p2 Galaxy

galaxy | thoughts | i'll never be a victim for you

galaxy | misc | a scar away from falling apart

galaxy | stories | you didn’t break me

galaxy | art | so bury fear for fate draws near and hide the signs of pain

galaxy | headcanons | one small crack does not mean that you are broken

galaxy | aesthetics | with every battle we lose a little more

galaxy | playlist | if it kills me tonight i will be ready to die

galaxy | visage | i'm at war with the world and they try to pull me into the dark

[thefightwithin]

tag dump p1 Falya

falya | thoughts | i will never be voiceless my weapon of choice is i'd rather be dangerous

falya | misc | as hope burns we rise from the ashes

falya | stories | i thought that fighting with meant fighting for

falya | art | dry your eyes and quietly bear this pain with pride

falya | headcanons | if you wanna break these walls down you’re gonna get bruised

falya | aesthetics | cut me open and i still bleed red

falya | playlist | down on your knees you just don't look so tall

falya | visage | break their hold cause i won't be controlled

[thefightwithin]

The SECRET side of me          ( I never let you see. )                                I keep it caged,                                    but I can’t CONTROL it !!  

[thefightwithin]

                               ✖   I can’t CONTROL it   ✖ 

[thefightwithin]

                                          If you get to me too late…

                 ( Just know that I tried. )  

[thefightwithin]

     Set fires           —  Just to watch them 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉.

[thefightwithin]

      THERE IS A VOID INSIDE ME,

                                               bleak, cold and empty -

                                                                                           and you cannot hope to fill it.

[thefightwithin]

                   - ‘cause the one thing I believed in left me long ago.

[thefightwithin]

being nice was my pastime,

                                BUT I’VE BEEN HURT FOR THE LAST TIME.

[thefightwithin]

Everyday I’m getting a bit older,                     and every time I break I get stronger…

                    Everyday it’s getting a bit colder,                     When I grow closer -

                                        To the devil on my shoulder.

[thefightwithin]

WE DO WHAT FEELS RIGHT                                                   then fall with no grace.

[thefightwithin]

wαѕ ιт нαrder тo dιe?

        He lay on his side, face pressed against the dry dirt. Pain shoots through his stomach and side like little bolts of lightning from wounds he never should have received. He's a Jedi Master, a member of the Jedi Council for goodness sake! A lone Sith Lord and his young apprentice never should have managed to get the drop on him.

       And yet they did. So now here he lays, waiting for the inevitable final strike. His hand has slipped into his pocket, fingering his holocom to send a distress signal to the rest of his party as he watches the two speak with their back to him. The Lord mentions having his apprentice deal the killing blow, because what better first kill than a member of the Jedi Council? Of course the younger Sith isn't going to object.

       The teen steps up to the fallen master, his blue-black hair obscuring his eyes from Jäel's view. So this is how he dies, at the hands of a thirteen-year-old? The kid raises his lightsaber, hands noticeably trembling, before suddenly being thrown backwards. Alerted, the Sith Lord is able to block the incoming strike just in time, a scowl darkening his tattooed face.

       Of course Navi would be the closest to them. After the team of Jedi had split to investigate the reports of multiple Sith in the area, Navi and Jäel had headed in the same general direction. Jäel knows something is wrong, though. He can sense Navi being driven by anger. Anger at the Sith for having tried to take his former Master's life, and it makes him sloppy.

       Jäel fights the urge to close his eyes and slip into blissful unconsciousness, unable to look away from the fight before him. Navi is pressing too quickly, leaving himself wide open for attack. It happens so fast, Navi reaches to wide,allowing the Sith Lord to slip under his attack and take out his legs. With a cry, Navi crumbles, unable to block another cut across his ribs.

       "Navi!" Jäel struggles, shakily moving his hands under him and forcing himself to his knees. The Sith Lord has caught his old apprentice, holding him upright as he orders his apprentice over.

       "Your first kill, make it quick" The sun reflects off the Sith Lord's horns into his black hair, reminding Jäel of a demon. What else can he be to the Master as he holds Navi still for his own apprentice to finish off with a stab through the heart? His heart drops like Navi's body and he's unable to take his eyes of his old apprentice's now empty stare. He sits frozen, not even registering the Sith ordering his apprentice to retreat, that the other Jedi are too close now.

       He is unable to stand so he crawls, over to the body of his old apprentice. He shakily grips him by his clothes, ignoring the pain from his injuries as he clings to Navi's body. Jäel presses his face to Navi's clothes, eyes squeezed shut. He doesn't even notice the tears as his body shakes in grief.

       Navi...

                                                                                         or нαrder тo вe тнe oɴe wнo ѕυrvιved?

[thefightwithin]

i had 

                    all 

                          &&  then most of you 

                          some 

                                       &&  now none of you

[thefightwithin]

                                                   i am more   a n g e r   than self…

[thefightwithin]

                      pay my respects to grace and virtue                                            send my condolences to good

[thefightwithin]

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no