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Hi hi hi this is really late, but I am getting through these asks if it kills me y'know? Thank you so very much for the kick I needed (or sorely did Not need, depending on how you look at it) to get started!
It is much later now, just over a decade since they saw each other last. Anakin – no. Darth Vader has a nightmare; and, like a fool, Obi-Wan wakes up and reaches.
The action is instinctive. It’s reflex – muscle memory, if a metaphor was to be permitted. First, he is asleep; then, there is the icy sensation of a familiar fear (which is, nevertheless, not his own) – hammering at the back of his head. He’s projecting a groggy reassurance through the Force before he even opens his eyes.
For a moment – however brief and confusing – he is back on Coruscant. Beneath him, there is a narrow Temple bed; his quarters are dark, though never fully; and the sprawling, glittering city lives its cacophony of noise and movement just outside his window, ever-wakeful.
Obi-Wan almost smiles at the memory, before his senses strip the delusion from his mind.
