#warfelled

     obi - wan  hovers.   he  told  himself  he  wouldn’t  pry,   that  anakin  would  come  to  him  when  he  felt  ready.   but  has  he  ever?   has  he  actively  made  himself  available  to  him?   all  those  years  scolding  him  .  .  .   he  sighs.   he’s  not  been  the  best  teacher  for  anakin,   and  he  can’t  help  but  feel  on  occasion  that  qui - gon  would  have  done  better.   he  was  so  young  when  he  took  in  anakin.

     but  there’s  a  time  an  place  for  patience,   and  he  can’t  help  but  feel  that  perhaps  it  would  be  critical  to  stop  waiting.   ❝  anakin?  ❞   he  calls.   he  doesn’t  even  know  if  he’s  here,   when  they’re  on  coruscant  it  seems  he  takes  every  opportunity  he  can  to  be  away.   (  and  oh,   he’s  no  fool,   he  knows  where  he  spends  most  of  his  days.  )

@warfelled  :      “   you were out like a lamp.    you’ve got a black eye.   ”

well,   that explains that.    fingers lift to his throbbing eye,   only to be swiftly dropped with a little hiss.    that’s likely going to hurt for a while yet.      “   what happened?   ”      he mutters,   bringing his hand up once more to probe at the back of his head,   which aches fiercely.      “   i don’t recall.    and,   ”      he adds hastily,      “   i would much prefer not to visit the healers,   if it’s all the same to you.   ”

‘ i don’t want to be overdramatic, but today felt like 100 years in hell and the absolute worst day of my life. ’ -- @warfelled

she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. he was safe, he was safe, and obi-wan was safe and that was all that mattered to her. it was so selfish, she knew it. but for everything they all had done trying to stop the sith it had been too late. the jaws of the trap had already closed around them by the time they started to try and defend themselves from palpatine. they just hadn’t realized it.

the small victories now, felt like the only ones that mattered. sabé had caught an order to arrest the 2000 senators who had stood against palpatine. padmé had been able to send off a quick warning before she fled. there hadn’t even been time to pack, she had simply taken threepio and ran aboard her ship.

if she hadn’t, she might be in jail now instead of out on polis massa. tucked away in the outer rim. she longed for naboo, but bail had assured her the space station out in the astroid field would be safe. and it had a medical facility. just in case.

she had already been ordered to bedrest, which was not as relaxing as the emdee droids thought it was. 

@warfelled​ asked: kiss u_u from kiss him you cowards

❛  you’re  not  listening  to  me,  ❜  tim  spits,  whirling  to  face  anakin  and  feeling  his  hands  heat  dangerously.  it’s  so  close  to  the  surface  these  days.  the  fire,  the  rage.  it  burns  under  his  skin,  flickering  to  meet  the  air  at  the  slightest  provocation.  he  tries  to  tamp  it  down,  to  throw  dirt  on  the  lit  tinder  of  his  anger,  but  sometimes--  sometimes  anakin  opens  his  goddamn  fucking  mouth  and  tim  just  wants  to  scream.  

❛  why  did  i  ever  think  you  were  a  good  option  ??  annabelle  fucking  cane  would  have  been  easier.  ❜  he  stalks  closer  with  each  word  until  he’s  in  anakin’s  face,  glaring  up  into  those  stupidly  blue  eyes.  everything  about  this  man  is  designed  to  piss  him  off,  he  thinks.  that  cocky  smile,  those  pretty  eyes,  the  two  inches  anakin  has  on  him…  he  growls  a  little.  

anakin  opens  his  mouth  and  tim  curls  both  hands  in  the  front  of  his  shirt,  shaking  the  other  man  a  little.  ❛  no,  ❜  his  voice  drops  into  a  threatening  range  as  he  backs  anakin  up  until  the  man’s  back  hits  a  wall.  ❛  no,  you’re  going  to  be  quiet.  ❜

              dear creature, as you gaze upon his scar you are confused by him. you can feel his eyes plastered upon you. you know the shuffle of your walk and the audible groaning of your joints makes you easy to draw eyes but that does not change how uncomfortable you are.

                ❝  what are you? what are you doing?  do i have something on my face? ❞

     ❝  wig,   anakin.   wig.  ❞