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,@ 2013-01-23 12:08:00 |
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What: They deal with similar issues – primarily, having the need to tell those they care about about a dark and dismal future
When: Tuesday evening
Where: The stables
Rating/Warnings: Probably low, they may talk about darker subjects, will update if necessary
Status: In progress/Closed
Anakin was doing his very best to avoid a certain person who just so happened, as chance would have it, to live right down the hall from him. When Anakin had realized just where Leia was staying he had cursed the Force, because the Force deserved it, and because he had no other option. He knew he had no right to approach her, even if giving her the distance and respect she deserved slayed his heart, but he didn’t have to appreciate the humor of this cosmic joke.
It was late, after dinner, and Anakin found, despite the chill that permeated even throughout the heated stables, that working on this new bike, fairly distant from the south wing of the castle, to be mentally diverting for him. As opposed to a random project in his workroom. Things were not quite easy between him and his younger self, and in his current agitated state it was best to not stir those murky waters. Plus, having a clear goal for a project was infinitely more soothing to his mind than haphazard non-direction. It was clear to see, in moments like this, how meditative working on some mechanical project was for Anakin.
He was thoroughly lost in that world, where his troubled thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind to be sorted unconsciously while he focused his attention on the frame he was building, when the wrench precariously set on the edge of the work table, vibrating forward from too many bumps to the table, fell to the floor. Its loud, metallic clattering echoed about the stable. Anakin paused to pick it up and set it on a more secure spot, and then he resumed his work, unconcerned about who might be near enough to have heard the racket.