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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog, @ 2012-10-09 17:22:00

Who: Anakin, H. G. and Ani the Younger
What: Anakin gives H. G. the tour of his Workroom of Wonder (it’s a working title) and ickle Anakin is adorable and wins over another adult lady to his side.
When: Monday afternoon
Where: The room Anakin has sequestered for his Workroom of Wonder
Rating/Warnings: Probably low, it’s doubtful these two will start making plans of world domination yet
Status: In progress/Closed


The front door of Anakin’s workroom was open a crack; he was hardly expecting this meeting to be formal. But one would think he would have a slight bit more embarrassment regarding the catastrophic mess that was the space beyond the front door. Piles of wires, mounds of metal casings, stashes of chips were scattered about the room, and other odds and ends where littered between what could only charitably be called organization. Anakin would argue he knew where everything was and nothing on the ground was dangerous. He wouldn’t, however, recommend walking through the room barefoot.

But criticism wouldn’t budge his love for the room and its general disorder. Here he could make whatever he wanted without the questioning concern of anyone. Padmé and her need for something more tidy than this mess and her insistence that it remain in this room (though he had to admit he loved that about her along with everything else); the Order and their fear that every step he took, no matter how innocuous seeming it may be, was indication of his darkside tendencies; and maybe even his own fears about the darkness that crept along the edges of his heart, none of that matter when he worked within the confines of this space.

The mysteries of the cosmos, big and small, really did make more sense when he was working with his hands and the Force to fix things. In a way he needed a space with fine pinpoints of order – order he created – swirling around a central theme of chaos. It was soothing.

And he wouldn’t apologize for it.

When he heard the knock at the door he called, “It’s open, just come in,” over his shoulder without diverting much attention from the component he was working on at the table.