#vaderwan
“For me, across the prequels, through the original trilogy, there’s a love-story dynamic with these two that goes through the whole thing,” Chow says. “I felt like it was quite hard to not [include] the person who left Kenobi in such anguish in the series.” What intrigued her was the idea that despite what Vader had become, Kenobi might still care deeply about him. “I don’t know how you could not,” she says. “I don’t think he ever will not care about him. What’s special about that relationship is that they loved each other.”
‘Obi-Wan Kenobi’ show director Deborah Chow about Obi-Wan and Vader relationship.
My
starlight in a bottle boy,
burning up from the inside.
My beloved supernova.
Finally come to end it all?
Finally going to let us rest?
Solar flare,
don’t you dare
burn
our house
down.
My once known shadow,
but my forever estranged enemy,
held me so tenderly when I gave him what he longed for:
goodbye.
You love that little blade:
cradle it’s handle oh so gently.
Sing it soft songs to sleep.
Warm it’s metal with your rest laden body.
You love that little blade -
even when it cuts.
Have you ever loved in scales?
Perfect balance?
Perfect symmetry?
Each step mirrored -
where one goes, the other
follows?
The smallest shift in weight can
jar the balance -
a breath,
a kiss,
a tear,
a moment.
A clang as joints disband.
A crash to the floor as you
spin out of orbit.
It will never be the same.
You will never be the same.
But -
But,
once,
you were lucky enough to
love
in scales.
Once,
you were whole and
perfect.
Oh,
sweet memory,
the icy blade between my
bones.
Oh, sweet love,
the ailment lingering in my
blood.
Oh, sweet agony,
burning through my
lungs.
Oh, sweet lover,
lost from me
forever.
Oh, sweet sadness:
eternal companion and
penance.
And he saved you from
disaster and ruin,
your beautiful fire-starting boy.
The flames he lets lick your
salt-soaked remains
don’t change that.
Many times,
he saved you.
Many times.
(It only takes once for
destruction
to lay waste.)
(It only takes
forever for a
heart to break.)
Carved your name into my
cold bones
and was stunned when you showed yours:
pristine.
Something tender,
something sweet;
loveliness found in
rotten meat.
And what of falling stars,
and crashing waves?
What of split tectonic plates?
What of
you,
me,
us,
and the yawning chasm
between?
(Do you still say my name like
the only
prayer
you’ve ever
known?)
And I wonder when I’ll stop
seeing your face
in every
tragedy and
betrayal.
One word,
never uttered,
forever lingering in my mouth
and
burning eyes.
One word I wished I had the courage to say:
Stay.
Darling,
you are an
axe hammer
and, I -
a sheathed blade.
Do not forget:
we are both weapons.
(I know how to cut, too.)
And I am begging:
Don’t do this to him
(Don’t do this to yourself).
His end is not just his own.
Land of two setting suns.
Drink my daydreams of
us
from my
shivering
belly button.
Let me clasp my hands around you and
hold your
venomous maw
against my womb.
Beloved betrayer.
Erstwhile naysayer.
Dearest love,
I am
devoted
to you and your
damnation.
That poison from that cracked rock -
I drank it, too.
I drank it, too.
Lick the salt from my eyes
and
kiss the copper from my lips -
embrace me one last time,
beloved.
Sup on my sorrow and
drink me dry.
I would let you
bury your dagger
of
deceit and accusations,
as long as you did it
while
you held me
one
last
time.
