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Who: anakin skywalker + you
Where: the station
When: days 165-166
Summary: man wakes up from bender to find all his problems still there
Warnings: violencewell that took no time
that's gratitude.
rest is the obvious treatment for his sense of malaise, and anakin does try. considering a few hours later find him in the training hall, the results were about as successful as one would expect.
he was brought down during the time set aside to adjust. almost two weeks were spent aware of nothing while the others singlehandedly pissed off an entire population. he has a lot to catch up on.
his lightsaber remains clipped to his belt, which is the only reason his target(s) live still in one piece. with a sword, with a staff, with anything permitted to him, anakin takes down target after target in a demonstration that is all elegant violence and brash grace. his lungs ache, his muscles burn — but that’s the point. action does not necessitate thought. ]
even with an audience, anakin doesn’t look up, too busy completing the first part: an arm, which he tests the articulation of by having it extend and close around his finger. ]
There’s a chair if you plan to keep watch, [ he observes idly. ]
the force remains weak. his once instinctive awareness, blunted. anakin swallows thickly.
he’s still more ripped than kylo ren, though. ]
Where: the station
When: days 165-166
Summary: man wakes up from bender to find all his problems still there
Warnings: violence
I. EVERYBODY WAS KUNG-FU FIGHTING[ after days spent comatose, anakin sleeps almost half a day. he might have continued sleeping but for a rather brusque awakening. not that he could blame ahsoka. were the roles reversed, he would have been waking her every hour on the hour, and likely earned himself a punch for his efforts.
SOMETHING SOMETHING FAST AS LIGHTNING.
that's gratitude.
rest is the obvious treatment for his sense of malaise, and anakin does try. considering a few hours later find him in the training hall, the results were about as successful as one would expect.
he was brought down during the time set aside to adjust. almost two weeks were spent aware of nothing while the others singlehandedly pissed off an entire population. he has a lot to catch up on.
his lightsaber remains clipped to his belt, which is the only reason his target(s) live still in one piece. with a sword, with a staff, with anything permitted to him, anakin takes down target after target in a demonstration that is all elegant violence and brash grace. his lungs ache, his muscles burn — but that’s the point. action does not necessitate thought. ]
II. DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A DROID, MAN[ though at this point, it resembles nothing. spare parts in a pile on a table in the hangar, through which anakin sorts through for whatever he needs, stripping them out if need be. his fingers move with the ease of experience. the lack of ai is a crass limitation, but he doesn’t need an intelligent droid.
YES, IT HAS TO BE A DROID, MAN.
even with an audience, anakin doesn’t look up, too busy completing the first part: an arm, which he tests the articulation of by having it extend and close around his finger. ]
There’s a chair if you plan to keep watch, [ he observes idly. ]
III. THE THIRST OPTION[ —or he’s seated on the edge of a pool after a swim to cool off, a glove over his mechanical arm, and focused entirely on the surface of the water. he holds his hand, palm out. a stream of water rises, collects into a ball before his hand. his fingers tremble from the exertion, and his brow furrows, and the ball collapses.
AKA I HAVE NO EXCUSE.
the force remains weak. his once instinctive awareness, blunted. anakin swallows thickly.
he’s still more ripped than kylo ren, though. ]
u brought it on urself
though, in that moment, it is hard to tell which offends him more: ren's very presence or that he would dare offer suggestions. as if anakin needed any assistance.
he needs counseling.too angry to ignore him, anakin is, however, petty enough not to turn. ren is no better than to him than an insect, and anakin intends to treat him as such. his voice is surprisingly level: an indication of danger. ] Is that what you told Ahsoka?
brings so much on
[
thank you, Darth ObviousHe says it to note the razor's edge in Anakin's voice. A coldness so sharp it could cut, should he press hard enough to meet it.] I was... [a beat, careful:] perhaps too aggressive when I rose to meet her challenge.
[From all he's seen, for all he's felt, he knows what Skywalker's padawan means to him. Not to mention Ahsoka had been thorough in her warning.
And yet—] We've since come to terms.
no subject
What would those terms be? [ ahsoka had not told him that part. makes sense that she wouldn't after he expressly warned her to keep her distance.
guess who's grounded in 2016. ]
no subject
Ok first off she was kicking him in a bowcaster wound—Suppressing the memories that struggle, unwanted, to rise to the surface on instinct alone is a task that even Ren finds difficult: Ahsoka's shadow limned by the light of his own fire, her fingers pressed warm against his palm as she strained to establish a mental bond between them, the sound of his mother's laughter, echoing as if it were just beside him and—
Cut clean, Ren's grip on his own mind clamps down like a vice to stopper the flow. His expression stays even; he does not flinch.] Our cause is the same. Already the Nest suffers for its loss - we can't afford to remain divided.
[Again, he pauses. A single breath that grants him enough of a mind to twist the figurative knife for a greater purpose. To drive home what might otherwise slip his clouded sight.] She needs guidance.
[And you weren't there.]
good god this took no time at all
guess he'll have to take her for ice cream first. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]
Does she? [ anakin's laughter is quiet. a stark expression of humor devoid of any. his chest feels oddly cold, yet he feels in control. more so than he has been. his heart is light in his ribs.
anakin stands smoothly, facing ren with a smile wanting for blood. ] And you would be the one to provide her with what she needs.
[ anakin seizes the force in his fist. he seizes ren's pallid throat. immediately, the sensation makes itself known to him — his own fist at his throat. rather than release in reflex, anakin's fingers tense further. his rage — at his separation, at his losses, at this man for threatening his padawan, for going near her again… ]
( You're a disease. ) [ an acidic hiss. ] ( Under the impression that we should all bend the knee to you in fear. And you're wrong. )
[ his fingers tighten. black-tipped stars explode across his vision and two lightsabers burn ozone and thin vessels under his own skin burst under the constriction and the screams of a people are in his ears and he is choking and he is glad. a gift. a black and blue necklace ren will not soon rid himself of. the very same he gave ahsoka. ]
( You should be afraid of me. )
[ the abrupt release is coupled with a sharp tug. anakin smoothly avoids him as ren flies past him and into the pool.
at least he shouldn't have problems getting out weighing 30 lbs soaking wet as he does under that little black dress. ]
that's what she said
Now, he understands.
Joy blossoms alongside pain, a parallel to the gruesome welts forming just beneath his skin as his focus narrows. Sharp and jarring, Anakin's rage reverberates in the marrow of Ren's bones. This— the fury of something ageless stirring to life, as if the dark side itself had chosen a singular host— this is what he's dreamed of. And here he stands, breathless and awed, a witness to it. The catalyst. How could he possibly find it in him to care when he's thrown, gravity tipped forward and the sting of water burning in his throat as he sputters, surfacing to scrabble against the side of the pool. Coughing, slipping, eyes wide beneath drenched curls as Ren refuses to tear his blurred vision away for even a single, aching second.
Through it all he swears he sees the ghost of darker contours, glinting in the light.]
Ask her—
[Smile flickering, existing only for a brief, fleeting moment before his bare fingers slip yet again, leaving him braced against the lip of the pool. He cannot make an argument that Anakin will tolerate in regards to accepting the bond they share, but Ahsoka can. It was the foundation he laid within that quiet camp, a promise that should this moment come, he'd be ready.] Ask what I showed her.
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