@mospelgo, [ a loud groan came from him, burying his head into the stranger’s neck. hand clutching his side, a nasty shot from a blaster that he almost escaped if he would’ve been a second faster. entering a hut, laying his head down on the nearby bed, a series of groans followed him. the cool air of the desert raises goosebumps along his bare skin, his body twitching and shivering as he removed his shirt. the past laced into his freckled, tanned skin like tally marks he hadn’t meant to make. riddled with scar after scar, growing up on tatooine wasn’t easy as everyone knew the desert took what it was owed. in exchange for every hard lesson he learnt, he took a small souvenir as a token. white streaks ran up his shoulder across the front of his chest and upper back, somewhat faded from the time that passed since the emperor. the lightening that was endless, the intention of wiping luke off the face of the galaxy. wounds, scars — a reminder of life, a reminder he wasn’t this hero but still /human/. ] coulda been worse, thank you, thank you — i’m luke, luke skywalker.