"I didn't realize you cared." Luke whispered quietly, feeling weirdly playful even as the rows of stormtroopers snapped to attention with their arrival on the Executor. He comforted himself with the knowledge that it was probably a symptom of extreme stress and not a sign that he was in any way pleased with the unexpected way things had gone today. He blinked up at the Sith Lord, a sly, mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "What with the giant bounty and the cutting off my hand and the chasing me across the galaxy for four years and all."
Vader huffed and there was definitely an eyeroll going on underneath that deceptively impassive mask. "Obviously, with all the time, credits, and extensive resources I have put into finding you, the most logical conclusion that anyone could possibly reach would be that you have no significant meaning to me whatsoever."
Well. Bantha shit. When he put it that way….
"Has anyone ever told you that your sarcasm bites?"
"No one currently living."
"Well, it does."
A/N So, my goal is to try and update this every other day? But I have a few already written and I sometimes lack the self-control to not post as soon as I'm finished. So, we'll see what actually happens. :)
Also, if anyone has any prompts... I'm totally willing to try and write them.