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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,

Anakin tried to keep the pleasure from his expression when H. G. praised his work. Flattery and kindness got a person everywhere with him.

“You’re welcome here or in that work room any time.” And Anakin meant it, too. He was very unconcerned when it came to protecting his projects. Sure, he was invested in building them to completion as perfectly as his abilities allowed. However, he never developed a sense of ownership of things. First a slave, everything belonged to Watto, no matter if Anakin built something from scratch it was not his own. Then a Jedi, belonging to an Order that eschewed all possessions save what was necessary – the clothes on their back, their lightsabers and occasionally aircraft and mechanics, but the last two were considered the least tenuously in their possession. Anakin had simply never grown out of that mindset. He didn’t even view droids as things to own – they were friends.

And nothing he was working on was destructive, so he found no reason to lock anyone out.

He raised an eyebrow at Claudia’s sudden interest in the flashy, shiny object. Anakin knew there was more going on in the girl’s head than she let on. But because she preferred her mask Anakin was willing to play along.

“It is a sword. A blade of plasma suspended in a force containment field. Focused energy emitted from and arched back, by the field, towards the hilt.” There was, obviously, more to it than that. But that was the most concise summary that would do for the moment.

He shut the blade off and hooked it back to his belt. He understood H. G.’s frustration at being denied a closer look. Being a creature of tactile needs himself, always wanting to touch something to understand it even though his masters would say that was crude next to the ways of the Force, not being allowed to handle and examine something was difficult. But a lightsaber wasn’t a toy to be played with, at least Anakin respected that much about his weapon. He would, of course, explain its parts and function in detail if H. G. so desired.

And if she were patient enough, he was still, much to the trying patience of Obi-Wan, rather careless with his weapon. She might just find it set aside in the work room one random day… The Force knew when.