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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2012-10-09 10:45:00

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anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi

Who: Anakin and Obi-Wan
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.”

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darkforcerising
2012-10-19 11:17 am UTC (link)

The look on Anakin’s face was caught somewhere between a smirk and a sneer, as if he couldn’t decide if he were more supremely gratified with the way things had culminated in this moment or utterly disgusted. His hand of flesh gripped Obi-Wan’s wrist, twisting it and, by extension, the lightsaber in that hand so that the blade slowly angled towards its owner. His other hand, the one he’d built to replace the arm Dooku had taken from him, the one he had, with his skills with the Force, constructed to be more powerful than mere human flesh and bone could ever achieve, gripped Obi-Wan’s throat like a vice. A constricting snake wrapped tightly around his former Master’s airways.

Do what you must? Oh… you’ll try, Anakin thought as he started shoving Obi-Wan towards the durosteel floor grating.

There wasn’t anything left of his former self now, the entreating whisper beseeching him to recognize his friend and loved one silenced and as dead as the lightless expanse between the stars.

Anakin couldn’t hear the confession of what his friend’s mind forced him to endure every night, how Obi-Wan repeated every time he closed his eyes the same futile attempts to save him, without feeling the sharp stab of guilt. This was not a new disagreement between them. Both vied for responsibility for the massacre of the Temple, the fall of the Jedi, and their final confrontation on Mustafar, and while it was true Anakin had not yet committed those crimes he was simply too stubborn to let Obi-Wan bear culpability alone.

And the more of the burden Obi-Wan tried to claim for himself the more Anakin fought to maintain his hold on it, too.

“That wasn’t all you this time!” he tried to assert. Unfortunately Anakin’s intractability was, after all, honed by the best master there was, and his words didn’t slow Obi-Wan. Anakin opened his mouth to try again, as was his unfailing habit, but his throat seized and words failed for the sight before him.

There was something more this time; it wasn’t just a need to instruct his Padawan that was driving Obi-Wan on. The way his words trembled made Anakin’s hair stand on end, the way his friend’s body seemed to be rattling apart from some unseen inner vibration arrested Anakin’s mind. The Jedi Master was on the verge of something terrible and frightening unlike anything Anakin had seen before in Obi-Wan.

This wasn’t Anakin’s calm and steady former Master, this was his friend truly falling apart in front of him.

Anakin closed the distance between them and he placed his hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders in an effort to steady him. “Master?” He was surprised to hear how unsteady his own voice was.

“Master- look at me.” The more Obi-Wan seemed to crumble apart the more Anakin did, too. Emotional breakdowns weren’t covered in Jedi training. He could carry his friend across a broken ship with a deteriorating gravity field that shifted at random, he could pull his friend from a nest of gundarks, he could shoot vulture droids off his wing, he could catch him free-falling through the traffic of Coruscant but Anakin didn’t know what to do for his friend now. He felt the twigs grinding into his knees before he realized they’d fallen down.

“Obi-Wan!” he tried again, hoping the use of Obi-Wan’s name instead of his title would break through.

[OOC: I hope this okay. If you want me to change anything at all let me know :D]

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