last_ofthe_jedi (last_ofthe_jedi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-13 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | anakin skywalker, clara oswald |
Who: Anakin and Clara
Where: Restaurant
When: 6/13/2015
What: Anakin and Clara discuss dreams and things.
Rating/Warnings: Medium for discussion of heavy dreams.
Status: Ongoing and Closed
Anakin waited outside of the restaurant, rocking a bit on his feet as he checked his watch. He'd thought about picking her up, but didn't know how Clara might have felt riding on a motorcycle, as it was the only vehicle Anakin owned. When he didn't take it, he often took a cab; which is what he'd chosen to take today, so as not to mess up the attire he'd chosen to wear this evening. While it wasn't a full on suit, Anakin had chosen a black dress shirt over black undershirt. The sleeves were rolled up and clipped at the elbows, and the shirt was tucked into a pair of dark jeans; suggesting a casual attire with formal trim. It was warm out, so he'd forgone the jacket which is why he felt okay in keeping his sleeves rolled up.
Waiting for the young woman to show up, Anakin actually felt a tiny bit nervous; usually that wasn't the case in these situations. He flirted easily, after all, but in Clara's case she was a woman he rather respected, liked even. She was strong, knew what she wanted, intelligent, she was rather spectacular. And in all honesty, there was something about her that felt ghostly familiar. She reminded him of someone, but somehow someone he'd never met before. It was an odd feeling, carried in the center of the back of his head, deep inside. An area he'd never really experienced before.
Still, he shook his head to clear his mind and instead focused on the television that was on in the outside bar of the building next to him. There was a news cycle playing, and this one was talking about another series of kidnappings near the border of Mexico. A scenario he was far too familiar with. As they discussed the gangs thought responsible, Anakin felt his jaw clench and his fist tighten near his side. Eyes glazing over, he seemed entranced by the television, glaring at a particular word on the screen that read the very same name as the gang that had kidnapped his mother. Anger filled his heart, and hatred as he imagined all of the things he'd do to those men.
Heart beating fast, Anakin heard voices deep in the back of his head, distant ones; unfamiliar ones, but ones he knew were from his past. Calling out to him, telling him to remain calm, to remember his training. Then a whispering voice, a sadistic one, consoling him, telling him he had the power to stop this.
For the moment, he wasn't entirely there.