Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Despite what he'd said, in his hands Obi-Wan displayed a singular deftness of touch. He was, in fact, quite gentle, but by the scrunched up faces he made, it was as if he didn't think much of it, or know it at all. But he ought to have. He worked with his hands everyday. He was even able to switch from his right to his left without there being any difference between them. He did this usually to steal a rip of coffee.
His cup was empty before he was done. Obi-Wan glanced toward the kitchen, to see how much he'd left behind in the pot. There was enough for him and Loras, if he wanted any.
He was working on his forehead when the glassy object caught his eye--flying through the air. There wasn't time to think. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around Loras's head and pulled him swiftly towards the floor. The coffee pot darted over them and shattered on the far wall.
Obi-Wan gaped at the stain it left behind. "Not again..."