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⤷  ⟨ @thcrmonuclear​ ⟩ based on our KIK chats .

BONE TO BONE , he ricochets against & within himself , weightless in anticipation ; & would happily exist outside of his war-weary body & within the atmosphere if it meant the lights of Coruscant or the pale smear of the temple were never far beyond him . the grips of WAR & the desolation of stars still clings to his heels ; to his skin in raised lines & blue / black bruised NEBULAS , to sleepless nights he hides away in the bags under his eyes . 

but the staccato rhythm of blaster fire his heart has learned to beat to grew fainter with the tidal push & pull of his breath & every step he took that swallowed the ground toward HOME ; & toward ANAKIN , who burned like he existed as his own sun where he waited , & obi-wan was happier for the WARMTH . so distinct , from the coldness of space that had separated them . 

he hoped Anakin could see his smile , buried under the strain from the weight all of them have come to know ; hoped his voice echoed the happiness he felt with being home & not the hard edges it’s started to form when he says four simple words :

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        Did you miss me ?         

OBI-WAN certainly fears he missed Anakin , like a planet misses its ORBIT

               TOO MANY MONTHS spent too far apart has left Anakin’s heart a torn thing; divided between his loyalties at the Temple && the distant ache he feels from Obi-Wan across the stars. They’ve never suffered such separation before. Even in the worst tides of the war, Kenobi && Skywalker were a single unit, eking out the commands of the Republic in a blaze of blasterfire && glory.

              Or at least that’s what the holotabloids will have you believe. The truth is always bloodier, with despair && the threat defeat inching in from every side. Sometimes Anakin wonders how he hasn’t lost it by now. That is, if he hasn’t already. 

               But Obi-Wan is a bright point amidst all this darkness. A single shining constellation he could map out with his eyes closed — that he meets in a spinning embrace that most would consider unbecoming of a Jedi Knight. But the way Anakin holds on, nose buried amongst sun-bleached strands, shows how kriffing little he cares about what’s becoming or not. 

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     ❝ Every day, ❞ is all he says, reverence muffled by how tightly he binds the older man in his grasp. 

 
independent & private roleplay blog for anakin skywalker/darth vader of all star wars media. written by scout. || est. feb 2016.