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thisavrou_log2016-06-07 08:49 pm
jedimindtrick) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-07 08:49 pm
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Who: Anakin Skywalker (forcechoke) & Obi-Wan Kenobi (jedimindtrick)
When: June 5th [backdated]
Where: Personal lodging on CLF5
What: Kenobi and Skywalker reconnect with optimistic results.
Warnings: Does not guarantee optimistic results.
[ After several days getting to know the Collectives for their individual points of interest, Kenobi realizes he has little use for anywhere that isn't one of the many, many available hotel rooms. Call it self-indulgent, but one comment after another has finally conspired to have him to do exactly what's been suggested (what he would like to do, as opposed to what he should be doing) and indulge a little.
So, what does he do? He stays in.
Taking some time away from the teeming beaches and over-priced shops isn't even considered all that unbecoming of him when he's also taken some of the time to meditate, and to shower, and to read. He's taken the time to relax. These simple acts are more like a real vacation to Obi-Wan than a limitless credit card or all the sandy shores in the system could ever be.
His allowed expenses include food and shelter, and so he feels justified in paying for the comfortable room with a small kitchen and a large bed. It's silent and dimmed, open to a breeze, and most importantly, it's secluded. Few would find him here without an invite.
There are signs of him everywhere — signs that suggest how his solitary life might look. Fresh fruit sits out, recently cut and obviously eaten right from the cutting board. Books nestle together on an end table, each clearly marked because he's reading them all at once. Near the window are loose sketches, mostly of those closest to him.
He's given up his robe and his belt and his boots — each in its place — and the bed hasn't been made.
This is the simplicity he yearns for — this quiet existence where he does no harm, makes no grand decisions, merely answers to himself. This is his version of selfish. ]
forcechoke) & Obi-Wan Kenobi (jedimindtrick)When: June 5th [backdated]
Where: Personal lodging on CLF5
What: Kenobi and Skywalker reconnect with optimistic results.
Warnings: Does not guarantee optimistic results.
[ After several days getting to know the Collectives for their individual points of interest, Kenobi realizes he has little use for anywhere that isn't one of the many, many available hotel rooms. Call it self-indulgent, but one comment after another has finally conspired to have him to do exactly what's been suggested (what he would like to do, as opposed to what he should be doing) and indulge a little.
So, what does he do? He stays in.
Taking some time away from the teeming beaches and over-priced shops isn't even considered all that unbecoming of him when he's also taken some of the time to meditate, and to shower, and to read. He's taken the time to relax. These simple acts are more like a real vacation to Obi-Wan than a limitless credit card or all the sandy shores in the system could ever be.
His allowed expenses include food and shelter, and so he feels justified in paying for the comfortable room with a small kitchen and a large bed. It's silent and dimmed, open to a breeze, and most importantly, it's secluded. Few would find him here without an invite.
There are signs of him everywhere — signs that suggest how his solitary life might look. Fresh fruit sits out, recently cut and obviously eaten right from the cutting board. Books nestle together on an end table, each clearly marked because he's reading them all at once. Near the window are loose sketches, mostly of those closest to him.
He's given up his robe and his belt and his boots — each in its place — and the bed hasn't been made.
This is the simplicity he yearns for — this quiet existence where he does no harm, makes no grand decisions, merely answers to himself. This is his version of selfish. ]
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[As if he wouldn't give in anyway?]
Anyway, the rings aren't about that unless she wants it.
[In a way, both of his relationships are running parallel to one another. As he retreads ground with Padmé that has been covered (or realistically glossed over) once already, he moves with Obi-Wan into ground that should have been.
He won't deny that he's started to feel the loneliness creep in otherwise. It might be wrong, but since when has Anakin Skywalker ever given a care to what's wrong when it feels right? Maybe attachments are dangerous. But that's no reason to forbid them. No sentient being is meant to carry on in perfect unattached solitude, he knows it. That's the ultimate definition of selfish.
In order to be selfless, you have to have something worth sacrificing first. (Which is why he disagrees so fundamentally with the idea of taking Jedi children from their families so early and with no recourse for either party: how is it sacrifice if the child can't consciously make that choice?)
To hell with what might be "wrong." He's more focused on the present than he's ever been, and right now? This is where he knows he belongs.]
It's about doing it the way it should have been done. Doing it right.
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[ What could feel more apt? This strange diversion presents itself very much like a second chance, another opportunity to get it right. Kenobi isn't certain if he's on the correct path, but he does know that this new perspective on the Force and what it means to be a Jedi (not to mention what is means to be a living, feeling being) doesn't present itself as wrong. And for that matter, the longer he accepts it as a possibility, the more right it feels.
He doesn't think about the potential downsides — that all of this could be a dangerous diversion, too. There's no point in that, not when he realizes they can't go back.
A sigh. Not happy, not sad, but content. ]
What happened the last time? You didn't give her that droid, did you? [ Obi-Wan laughs and turns a bit, shoving back, aiming to turn the tables. ] Now I need to know.
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[Actually seems like a genius idea in retrospect, but he shrugs it off and keeps his arm around Obi-Wan this time.]
Anyway, I made him to help... [he is absolutely not conspicuously clearing his throat] to help Mom when I wasn't there. Watto liked to push it sometimes, just...just because he could.
[It's not a story he likes telling, and this is something he'd barely admitted to Padmé when he'd insisted she take the droid into her care in lieu of him having nothing else left.
His voice quiets this time, barely heard above his mumbling it into the man's shoulder.]
I named him that for a reason. Threepio. He was all I had left when--
[He still can't bring himself to such a casual admission of his mother's passing, but this is more than he's admitted to anyone but her aloud.]
It just made sense. He's as much a Skywalker as I am.
[In the sense, perhaps, that the name taken and fabricated for his own use, a thing Shmi took when she had no "right" and made their own.]
So yes, of course I did.
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Let him tell you where Artoo came from, Obi-Wan.]no subject
He sighs, but it's so very fake in how put-upon he feels about the whole thing. ]
And I suppose she felt the same about the astromech? You know, I wondered about Artoo...
[ But not enough, clearly. It's amazing to think about how much he'd missed. ]
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No. We weren't supposed to do gifts, nothing that would give it away. I just did anyway.
[If he can't give her a ring, not the first time, he sure as hell was going to do what little he could. Even if the intent was more than a little self-serving. Artoo was the same thought in kind, though perhaps given with less of the sentimentality.]
Artoo commemorated my Knighthood. [As did a few other things he's not going to suggest, but certainly thinks.]
He's still Padmé's droid on paper, lent to the cause. She has an official explanation and everything prepared, just in case.
[Just in case someone other than Kenobi thinks to do more than wonder.]
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The deception goes so much deeper than I would have guessed. I suppose I should have opened my eyes a little wider, but I never thought you'd be so determined.
[ He sighs, but it's the farthest from unhappy he's been in so long, it could hardly be taken as anything but contended. How did this even happen? It feels so bizarre and out of place to feel so good about the very thing that had been an unspoken stress in their lives before the Moira. ]
What am I supposed to do with you? I hope you know that I'll be your responsibility when we're expelled from the Order...
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Kicking me out is one thing. [A smaller and smaller consideration, the more he's proven right. And he'll take that assurance to the Council with impunity. He's not going down without a fight.] They'd never get rid of you.
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[ He'd made a promise, and even before all of this, Obi-Wan was willing to do whatever it took to ensure that Anakin didn't face the universe alone. The amount of power contained within him is not something just the Jedi Order would be interested in, and even if his friend decided to take his wife and settle down somewhere like Naboo, it wouldn't be hard to imagine someone trying to take advantage. And even if both Anakin and Padmé are well adept to handling themselves, they shouldn't have to.
For his friends — these dear family members that have adopted Obi-Wan as their own — he could do no less than ensure their happiness. ]
I'm uncertain how viable it is to return, even at this point.
[ Watch as he somehow manages to quell the majority of his terror at the thought of that. ]
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We're fixing it so we don't have to leave. Isn't that the point?
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[ He doesn't believe even he has what it takes to negotiate change within the ancient Master Yoda, within the stubborn Master Windu. The change would have to be vast and sweeping, quick enough to alter generations at once.
But it's tangentially leading to a morbid thought after knowing what they know — a change of that magnitude could very well be on their horizon still — so he doesn't bother saying anything else on the subject.
Turning his head away a little, he presses his face into the pillow and stifles a yawn, trying to avoid his ear being tickled again (mostly because it might elicit an unsolicited giggle from him if he's not careful about it). ]
Now, are we napping or what?
[ He mostly just wants to change the subject. But maybe also to nap a little. It's a bit hard to tell which is more pressing in this moment. ]