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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. ]
no subject
[She grins slyly in her peculiar manner, hiding her sharp canines behind pressed lips. Most of her coping mechanisms were picked up from him just the same.
So as long as she grins, she knows he'll grin back. Eventually, they'll round back to being content with each other's company.]
But most of the time, we break even, so I never bring it up.
no subject
a simple act. friendly. it brings her closer. thoughts of impropriety and boundaries are far from his mind. anakin gives the action no real consideration. a friend and a friend, a sensation akin to the steady contentment brought on by one of his brood.
it almost feels like being happy. ]
no subject
But the sound transforms into a delighted (infectious, his contentment mixes with her own emotion -- humble, and awkward) chuckle once she finds her balance with her montrals pressed to his chest.
She releases his hand and follows suit -- she can't reach his shoulders, so her arm finds his waist. And she jabs a fist there for good measure.]