#h1ghground

she turns to face him, hood already resting atop her head, pulled forward, her face shadowed in the dim lighting of their home. she appreciates all that he has done for her. she believes that she is more grateful than he could ever truly come to know, but --- a girl so known for being independent, for her strong will, though gentle as she may be, having been kept away in their tiny home had taken its toll on her.

❛ it's been long enough, obi wan. ❜ she says, her stubborn amber gaze taking hold of him. ❛ i can no longer be left to sit around all day with nothing to do and no one to talk to. ❜ that gentle sternness writes itself into the lines of her features, eyebrows gently furrowed as she has made her resolve clear.

the    gnashing    of    teeth,    canines    bared    in    the    dim    lit    filtering    in    through    abysmally    small    windows    (    he    remembers    staring    at    them    as    a    child,    so    used    to    the    bright    suns    of    tatooine    shining    through    openings    in    their    little    hut,    convincing    himself    that    this    was    a    prison.    a    punishment.    )    nails    dig    crescent    moons    into    palm    until    he's    unsure    whether    his    hands    had    ever    been    clean.    stained    red    with    the    force    of    his    wrath.    bright    eyes    dart    to    and    fro,    never    quite    settling    on    the    astonishingly    calming    force    that    was    his    jedi    master.    afraid    to    meet    his    gaze,    to    see    the    disappoint    that    would    surely    (    it    must!    he    must    be    a    disappointment!    )    lingering    in    those    icy    depths.    hands    move,    smearing    crimson    across    pale    cheeks    as    they    extend    in    some    attempt    to    halt    obi-wan's    approach.   

do    not    touch    me!    i    am    broken,    i    am    wrong!    such    vicious    thoughts    to    storm    through    such    troubled    mind,    eyes    bright    with    unshed    tears.    "    do    you    think    i    have    not    tried    ?    "    his    voice    rings    in    the    aftermath    of    his    thoughtless    destruction,    echoing    in    the    empty    chamber    that    housed    their    bodies    each    night.    anakin    aches    to    collapse    into    his    master's    arms,    to    cry    like    he    had    as    a    young    boy    of    the    unfairness    of    their    world.    to    cry    until    he    finally    felt    emptied    of    all    thought    or    feeling.  

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another    snicker    escapes    him    before    it    can    be    muffled    by    warm    leather,    hand    pressed    to    smirking    lips,    though    the    expression    is    not    hidden,    bright    eyes    crinkling    with    the    sheer    force    of    his    mirth.    it    was    rather    funny,    all    else    forgotten.    forget    that    they    were    on    some    backwater    planet,    surrounded    by    enemies.    forget    that    they    were    fighting    tooth    and    nail    for    their    lives    mere    hours    ago.    forget    that    he'd    taken    lives    as    easily    as    breathing    mere    days    ago    to    protect    the    man    splayed    out    in    the    mud    at    his    feet.   

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good    riddance    to    the    lot    of    them!    brilliant    blue    gaze    sweeps    along    the    destruction    wrought    upon    their    living    quarters,    bloodied    knuckles    pressed    to    the    pale    skin    of    his    cheek.    boney    elbows    precariously    balanced    upon    knees,    crouched    in    the    corner    like    some    feral    animal    to    be    tamed.    another    mission    gone    wrong,    another    life    lost    to    his    imperfections.