theory of everything

Five is a very serious underexaggeration. Pretty sure you’re running total is fifty-something. That’s kind of pathetic, Kenobi. What kind of grown man let’s his wife control him with simply withholding sex? The guys at the lab would have a field day if they ever found out.

Why do you always have to bring me down? After everything we’ve been through! I saved your life... that one time... with the cars... that could transform... and the explosions... that has more than meets the eye... remember! 

(...)

Quicker than expected a student approaches him. There goes his afternoon of unsupervised fun. The Force! He shuts his lightsaber away in a disappointed sigh and tucks it onto a belt buckle before turning his full attention to the smiling teenager before him. “Lightsaber” He corrects, his smile proud and stupid “Not a glow stick. A glow stick wouldn’t be able to slice a man in half unlike this baby” 

∗* edge of glory

Like a scene out of a movie, Sebastian Kenobi is storming down the road, jacket only half on, socks mismatched, hair completely disheveled. He had spent the previous night trying to find liquid courage at the bottom of a bottle of Patron and he instantly regrets it when he can feel the alcohol at the pit of his stomach. Lucas was right, he shouldn’t have been drinking. 

(* she wakes from her afternoon nap feeling different. she isn’t sure how to describe it. it’s just… different. shuffles from her bed, towards her closet, taking out her cardigan only to find that it was too short for her arms. hairy arms. arms that don’t look like her arms. slowly she inspects herself, her skirt seems to fit weird over longer legs, shirt barely covering a solid torso and her boobs, though already nonexistent, were even more non existent. if that was possible. shudders towards the bathroom mirror where she is met with a frightening revelation ) what in the world– (* instead of being scared, or concerned, she’s mostly curious. if she had this face, did she also have… hands wander down and her smile can only be described as goofy with what she finds. first dick she sees in her life and it just happens to, technically, be her own. fingers continue to press into herself, arms, legs, face, chin. she couldnt be the only one to see her like this, right? ) –i have to–i have to see if– (* reaches for another, longer, jacket and changes into jeans and a shirt before venturing onto the campus, eager to see just how much she can play up this new change. ) hi–hi–um–what do you see? do you see a princess or? (* her voice is eager, urgent, as she stops the stranger to ask them if they see what she sees )

The Force. The Force? The Force! Like a change in step Sebastian could feel the change through his veins. His father could never explain what The Force really was and, in turn, neither could Sebastian. He would call it complicated when Francesca asked -- it really was. Wrapped in a loss shirt, the excitement was enough to warm him, he has a bounce in his step when he leaves the dorm. His arm extends before his torso and focuses his energy, easily, into lifting a potted plant before tossing it, even easier, into a brick wall. It crumbles to the sound of his glee filled laugh. The Force! Continuing on, where he was going did not matter to him, another body forces his attention. Tall male, bridged nose, fixated chin, teddy bear eyes, curly hair. He had never seen a student like this and he’s sure he would remember them. “A princess?” The student had to be drunk. He heaves a deep sigh, his fun never lasted long, and he cocks his head to the side. “Come on, you’re obviously not altogether there. Let’s take you to the office and see what’s going on” 

Two, three, maybe five. I’ve lost track. You’re one to talk Howlett! At least I’m married; at least I have another living, breathing, human being in my life other than my incredibly attractive bestfriend. Come on, don’t tell me you don’t feel the sparks. Remember? That one time? At band camp? 

(...)

This had to be a joke. There was no way that this was real. In any life, any universe, any situation, he would have never anticipated something like this. When they got married he knew that there was no one else, ever, that he would want to bother spending the rest of his life with. Was this a test? To see how much she can push him until he bends to her will? Or maybe it was a joke? So she can laugh at his reaction? He couldn’t think of any other reason behind it.

(...)

Sebastian likes to think he’s patient. A testament, in a way, to his deceased father and the old jedi ways. His resolve was a fortress, wall upon wall of unbreakable of tolerance and composure. Yet he can feel his attention waning and the anger become more obvious.