WHO: Obi-Wan and open WHAT: Catch all for April, open/closed prompts in comments WHERE: Free Cities + The Horizon WHEN: April. WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed. OTHER: Brackets or Prose are cool PM me for specific starters!
[ The tea steeps and Obi-Wan waits. Quietly and without expectation, uncertain how to read this familiar and yet not young man. It is as though a language with which he is fluent has been scrambled- translated and translated again, as though a new slant to letters adds an entire new layer of meaning. What was once clear as kyber is now muddled, though by time, distance, age or trauma, he is not sure.
Anakin has changed in their time apart- distanced by years yet lived in their own galaxy, and time here. It has been...good for him, perhaps, to be away from the pressures of the war, of the Order. Pressures Obi-Wan tried to protect him from.
Clearly, he's failed.
Huffing quietly, he pours, eyes flicking down to their mugs. For most the cups are nothing more than plain ceramic but something (habit) has the set here the same as those back in his quarters when first training Anakin. ]
For years, your discomfit and distress was my responsibility, not burden. I thought I'd be prepared to let you handle such things on your own upon your knighting, but- the habit is strong, I fear.
[ It's the familiarity that keeps him in place, it's what drew him here and has kept him for so long. When the tea mug is placed in front of him, he wastes no time picking it up, letting the warmth seep into his hand. As much as he knows that none of this is real, it's still pleasing. The smell is achingly nostalgic. While it has more association with Obi-Wan than it does with the tea itself, the ritual that goes with it is like a balm on the worst of days.
Even when he was at his angriest, it never failed to calm him down after his initial tantrum. ]
If it makes you feel better, that doesn't exactly get better over time. [ The habit, that is. ]
[ And he should sound weary, wary, or disappointed in one or both of them, but he doesn't. Here with the tree that feels so much like the temple, with his favorite spiced, bitter tea, with Anakin? It's fond. Serene. ]
Strange as it will always be to know you've outgrown me, I can't say I shall ever grow past wanting your company, or worrying for you.
Qui-Gon may have bid me train you but...it became something I did for myself shortly after our first year.
Don't count on it. Even your disappointment has its limits.
[ The words aren't biting and angry so much as they are matter-of-fact. He takes a sip of tea, and it's just how it's always been. When was the last time they'd had tea together? ]
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Anakin has changed in their time apart- distanced by years yet lived in their own galaxy, and time here. It has been...good for him, perhaps, to be away from the pressures of the war, of the Order. Pressures Obi-Wan tried to protect him from.
Clearly, he's failed.
Huffing quietly, he pours, eyes flicking down to their mugs. For most the cups are nothing more than plain ceramic but something (habit) has the set here the same as those back in his quarters when first training Anakin. ]
For years, your discomfit and distress was my responsibility, not burden. I thought I'd be prepared to let you handle such things on your own upon your knighting, but- the habit is strong, I fear.
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Even when he was at his angriest, it never failed to calm him down after his initial tantrum. ]
If it makes you feel better, that doesn't exactly get better over time. [ The habit, that is. ]
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[ And he should sound weary, wary, or disappointed in one or both of them, but he doesn't. Here with the tree that feels so much like the temple, with his favorite spiced, bitter tea, with Anakin? It's fond. Serene. ]
Strange as it will always be to know you've outgrown me, I can't say I shall ever grow past wanting your company, or worrying for you.
Qui-Gon may have bid me train you but...it became something I did for myself shortly after our first year.
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[ The words aren't biting and angry so much as they are matter-of-fact. He takes a sip of tea, and it's just how it's always been. When was the last time they'd had tea together? ]
..Oh.