“ why don’t you come with me ?
the song of achilles meme // not accepting
ANAKIN’S EYES LIFT from the object of his fascination: a bionic prothesis of sculpted metal bones && braided fibers crisscrossing like muscle tissue. Vi’s arm, substantially upgraded && improved over the course of the hour && a half he’s had to work on it. Confusion seethes beneath the surface of glacial determination, eyes as sharp as the fine points && tips of the multitool he uses to probe at the circuitry.
❝ I can’t— Obi-Wan grounded me for sneaking out last night. The only reason he let me out today is because I told him about your arm. ❞ His disposition shifts sullenly, focus returned to the kinetic energy cell he’s installing in place of the archaic power pack her servos were originally running on.
His fingers tighten around her wrist, helpless anger backlashing instantly. ❝ He doesn’t let me do anything— he doesn’t trust me! I’m the most powerful Jedi in the temple && they all treat me like a child. They’re afraid of me— ❞ The rampant fury evaporates into something dull && toxic, mercuriality causing him to slide him between two extremes, neither of which he can a foothold on.
❝ I just can’t. Okay? ❞










