Speculations (Star Wars, Obi and Ani, 331 Words) Fandom: Star Wars Title: Speculations (331 Words) Author:jarkai_fic on LJ/jarkai everywhere else Theme(s): (For 30_somethings on Insanejournal, Nights: #14 Mirror) Pairing/Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker Rating: PG-13, for hints of slashiness. Disclaimer/claimer: Characters owned by George Lucas. Critiques: Yes. Summary: It's not about seeing clearly.
I see you before I hear your step on the carpet, before you have the chance to burrow your face in the hollow of my shoulder. Senses honed on the battlefield urge me to look up, away from my book, not through my reading glasses but at their lenses. For the briefest instant, your reflection is captured in those two half moons. Ah, yes--my Anakin. Your grin is as smug and playful as ever. I turn, facing you over the arm of the sofa with a faint smile of my own and one raised brow.
"Yes?"
As always, my glasses slipped. And, as always, you extend a single finger and push their dark frames further up my nose. "You could get your eyes fixed, you know. The technology was perfected centuries ago."
It is an old dance. "Call me quaint."
"How about stubborn?"
"Vain?"
You blink. Your gaze drops to my robes, no different from any other Jedi's. The rest of me is no better, from regulation haircut to polished boots. "You're not vain."
I can't keep my smile from growing. "Very well, then. Not vain. Imperfect."
Your brow furrows. You do not understand. I stare up at you steadily, making sure our gazes are locked, and deliberately lower my glasses again. It is true: I cannot see you as well now, Anakin. You are too far away, and so you blur around the edges. But your sight is fine. Surely you cannot miss the tiny lines around my eyes, the grey that has begun to creep into my lashes. Two large freckles mark my left cheekbone, just beneath the rim of my glasses.
Wrinkles, grey hair, blemishes--all proof that I am not the perfect, faceless Jedi of the battlefield, but a man.
I let my eyes rest on yours a moment longer, the invitation clear. You are in my arms a heartbeat later, your mouth on mine.