OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} darkforcerising) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2012-10-09 10:45:00 |
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What: Running into each other after sharing a nightmare of epic proportions
When: Way early Tuesday morning – like between 12 and 1 am-ish
Where: Down by the lake because the roof has becomes soooo cliché
Rating/Warnings: High, because while they are just talking the dream will be referred to in flashbacks. Plus - Super Sadakins, and Mega Woebi-Wan
Status: In progress/Closed
“You were my brother, Anakin,” Obi-Wan was standing before him. The slope of the bank they were on making the Jedi Master appear the looming monolith Anakin’s mind always painted him. “I loved you!”
Everything was wrong, as if the spare parts Anakin was trying to fit into a mechanic were for a different droid entirely and yet he still tried, forcing them to work anyway. And the components, to their pitiful merit, were trying desperately to obey his command. But this wasn’t right! He shouldn’t be lying on the hot, black sand of a the interminable hell planet Mustafar, in more pain than had ever seared his short life as flames licked up his body like a hungry beast, missing three too many limbs and the culprit of that violation his closest, dearest, most trusted friend.
This wasn’t right, this should not be!
But it was wrong for all the incorrect reasons. As he felt the power that had fueled his attack against his friend wane to a mere shadow of what it had been just seconds before his rage increased tenfold. As if the latter drew life from the former, and the more it pulled in the less he became… him.
Until all that remained was…
“I HATE you!”
Anakin pushed open the castle door and accepted the slap to the face that was the bracing night autumn air. He’d known, the moment he’d woken from that nightmare with the blurring retribution of Obi-Wan’s downward swinging lightsaber branded into his memory, and the pain of severed limbs and burned flesh persisting as if he’d experienced each wound in the waking world, it had been a shared dream. He had wasted no time finding his way out of the castle just so he could think again. Padmé would have tried her best to sooth it all away, but he couldn’t help think he didn’t have the right to her comfort from this.
What had he done? He knew these dreams were random, but he couldn’t shake the feeling he’d somehow purposefully pulled Obi-Wan into one of his nightmares.
Why had it played out that way? Why had he said that?
His mind preoccupied on the horrible images it had conjured while sleeping his feet took charge and brought him to the lake. And, though he did not want to accept its reassurance, it was a calming place to be. The lake always reminded him of Varykino.
Only a split second before he rounded the bend along the shore did he realize his mistake. So lost in thought he’d failed to be mindful of his surroundings.
“Master, I-” Anakin’s voice caught, his mind betraying him yet again as the memory of his last words in the dream echoed in his ears. “I- I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”