Obi-Wan Kenobi (ex_negotiato813) wrote in voicesinmyhead, @ 2007-08-31 11:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | obi-wan kenobi, prompt #11 |
Prompt #11 - What Do You Want?
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A stiff drink? No, there's been too much of that lately. Far too much.
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For once, I think I'd like leave that is actually leave. Whenever I get a week off, I spend five of seven days chasing ne'er-do-wells. This hotel is only a small variation from the norm. There's some mystery here, I have no doubt of that. Whether it is a nefarious mystery or not is beginning to plague me. And Anakin apparently hearing my dead Master's voice... How does that saying go? No rest for the wicked? If so, haven't I earned a lay about?
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Perhaps Anakin himself is the crux of the matter. Whatever this is, it can't be healthy. For us to spend so much time together, to spend every waking minute in each other's company--it is as if we are connected at the frontal lobe. In some ways, we are. When his Padawan braid was severed, our training bond was not, at my discretion no less. I couldn't stand the thought of... I don't know what I couldn't stand. I don't want to think of it.
I don't want to think of the few times he does slip away from me. I am not blind, except with jealousy. If he would only talk to me. I can conjecture, I can suspect, but until he confirms what I think it all means nothing. Yet if he needs her, well...
The Old Man asked me to look after him. When have I ever denied Anakin anything he needed?
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