OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-03-20 20:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | anakin skywalker, thomas raith |
Who:Anakin and Thomas
What: Talking
When: Way back during the tether plot
Where: Thomas' place
Rating/Warnings: Some swearing
Status: Complete
This whole ordeal was difficult for Anakin. He wasn’t against living with other people in close quarters. He’d made it through boot camp just fine.
Maybe it was because this wasn’t his choice. Someone had taken that from him and forced him into this mess.
He sat sullenly outside of Thomas’ bathroom door, waiting for Padmé to finish. After that first morning, Anakin had added a t-shirt to his drawstring pants.
“You can go next,” Anakin said. He looked over at Thomas.
Maybe Anakin was have such a difficult time with this because Thomas seemed to be enjoying it.
***
Thomas was stretched out on the floor, eyes closed as he tried to get a few more minutes sleep before starting on whatever it was his tethermates had decided to get up to that day. He was just waiting to hear about the Byron project and as long as they weren’t bound together when he started filming that, he’d be fine. Positive thinking. That’s what he as going to hold onto until he got the part.
“You know your face might not freeze that way but it will cause wrinkles.” He said, opening one eye to look up at Anakin as he stretched and sat up. “And I keep reminding you that the t-shirt is absolutely unnecessary.”
***
Anakin focused his glare in Thomas’s direction. “Why would I care about wrinkles?”
He had nothing to add about the t-shirt.
***
Thomas rolled his eyes at that glare. “Because the people who have to look at you might appreciate you not being wrinkled. You’re cute the way you are.”
***
Anakin sighed and closed his eyes. He knew this was just Thomas, this was just how he was. And probably always would be. And Thomas was not the reason this was happening to them.
“If someone only likes me because of how I look, then they aren’t worth keeping in your life. Is that how our... interactions will end?”
***
“You going to tell me that you don’t decide whether or not to talk to someone the first time by how they look?” Thomas asked him. He didn’t mean it in a bad way but he knew that most of the people he’d met in his life decided based on appearance whether they wanted to talk to someone the first time they met them.
“Anakin you really ought to know that our connection is never going to end. I enjoy talking to you too much.” Talking to him. Flirting with him just to make him squirm. However you wanted to look at it.
***
“No…” he said hesitantly. “Why would the way someone looks matter at my job or when I go out to get groceries or buy junk for my hobbies or whatever?” Anakin asked.
***
“No you don’t or no you aren’t going to tell me that?” Thomas asked with a smirk. “Because people can be shallow. Thank God they are or I would have a far less comfortable life for all three of us to enjoy right now.”
***
“No as in I don’t,” Anakin responded. “I can think of only one situation where that would apply. The rest of my life has nothing to do with the aesthetics of the people I’m working or dealing with.
“Not everyone is a movie star.”
***
“So you’re one of those people that can tell whether they want to get to know someone better from across a room by magically figuring out their personality? Handy talent there.” Thomas said, his voice straddling the line between mocking and teasing. He sighed at himself, leaning his head back. “Work is not social. You can’t always decide who to talk to at work. Even as a movie star.”
***
That deadpan look returned to Anakin’s face.
“I seek out people who have the same interests that I do. It’s really easy to do with the internet.”
He popped an eyebrow in challenge to the tone in Thomas’ voice. “Are you really saying you don’t give physically unattractive people a chance?”
He decided against adding that he was an empath and could, with concentration, discern some characteristics of the people around him.
***
“Of course that’s not what I’m saying. What I’m saying is given a choice at a party between a hot blonde and a unattractive blonde I’m going to be drawn to talk to the hot one first.” Thomas said with a shrug. “I’ll talk to both of them. I’m social - I’ll talk to anyone.”
***
“That’s you, not me,” Anakin said. “So to come full circle, I don’t care if someone subjectively finds me ugly.”
***
“How does it feel to always be so damn superior?” Thomas asked, knowing he was going to regret it the second the words were out of his mouth. He could have tried to take them back but he wasn’t going to.
***
Anakin didn’t jerk up to issue an emotionally enflamed response. He simple sat there, arms crossed, looking at Thomas.
He wasn’t upset. In fact, he found the claim ridiculous – he, an amputee, with a diagnosis of both ADHD and PTSD, crashed and burned out of his dream job, with no family to fall back on, and Dreams that he was sure were leading him to his early death – yes, a specimen of superiority.
Though, he knew that Thomas knew none of this. Save for the missing arm part.
Anakin had a choice about where he went from here. He really didn’t care what people thought of him, but saying that again would be antagonistic. And as much as he wanted to be antagonistic, due to their current situation, that wasn’t fair to Thomas. Thomas was probably just as frustrated with this whole mess.
“I’m sorry,” he decided to say. “I didn’t mean to come off that way.”
***
Thomas looked back at him evenly, shoving his annoyance down as far as he could as he stood up. “It’s fine.” He said, for once his tone completely serious. “I’m going out in the hall to get what passes for privacy right now so that I can call my agent to discuss business. If Padme comes out before I’m back - go ahead and skip me and I’ll get cleaned up after my call.” He didn’t need to call his agent. But he needed to get some space before he lost his temper and said something even worse. He paused at the door. “I’m sorry too.” But he stepped out the door without clarifying just what he was apologizing for.