Who: Anakin and Rey What: Random run-in When: Now Where: Motorcycle parts shop Rating/Warnings: Probably low
Anakin spun the fidget spinner with his right, metal hand around his fingers without stopping as he perused the aisle for wares. He had sunglasses on, despite being in doors, but he didn’t seem to mind. And he had wireless earbuds in playing music with a heavy beat so loud anyone in a five foot radius could casual keep up, even if he wasn’t tapping along with a pen against the shelving.
He ignored the looks he was getting, the loud music from earbuds was a source of annoyance, clearly, but he had a purpose for being here and that’s where his focus was.
Ever since the dreams started something had started itching in the back his mind. No, not an itch, pressure. Like two continents colliding, grinding against one another, vying for possession of the same space. Or the edge along centripetal force of a maelstrom, never crossing over to safe waters but always pushed back against the wall of tumultuously churning water.
And that noise like silence was shouting at him. If he stood still, his heart beat drilled taps: move, move, move, left, move, move, move, right,repeat. And when he did, all that pressure, all that churning, grinding, screaming chaos funneled to a salient focus. So he did. He moved. He did.
And that’s why he was here now, to fulfill doing something.