ᅠ
“I don’t know.” Obi-Wan shrugs
helplessly. “I can’t sense any familiar
presences in the force around here
at all; if he was nearby, I would be
able to feel it.”
ᅠ
He pauses, a frown tugging on the
corner of his lips. “…where even am
I?”
ᅠ
He shook his hand just as firmly, smiling from beneath his hood. Good to see that some things never change.
“Master Qui-Gon—“
Eyes widened at the sound of his master’s name, and he huddled just a bit closer.
“Is… is your master here? Is he around, Obi-Wan?” he asked, brows—
ᅠ
“Thank you, master.” He says
softly, before climbing into the
older woman’s arms and
curling up against her.
ᅠ
“I’m sorry if I’m a bother … surely
you have other things to do
tonight …”
ᅠ
Her heart aches at the question but she doesn’t hesitate.
Settling herself in the couch in their shared accommodations, let’s tucked neatly underneath her and opening her arms for him.
“Anything for you, Padawan mine.”
ᅠ
“A pleasure.” He hums in res-
ponse, nodding slightly as he
speaks.
ᅠ
“As for what brings me here? I
honestly don’t know….I was
just following the will of the
Force, like Master Qui-Gon
always says to do.”
ᅠ
ᅠ
Obi-wan accepts the offered hand,
giving Ben a warm smile as he
shakes it. His grip is 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖒; after all,
Qui-Gon always says that such
a grip is 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜���𝐚𝐥 to first impressions,
and who would he be to deny the
wisdom of his beloved master? ↯
ᅠ
Ah, so his suspicions were correct. Himself, or an illusion of his younger self.
“A pleasure,” he began, offering him a hand to shake. “I’m—Ben Kenobi. Very nice to meet you young man. What brings you all the way out here?”
ᅠ
Kenobi shrinks back slightly at
the ᴇxᴀsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ written across his
older self’s features, 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 mom-
entairly seizing control of his heart
and clouding his senses.
ᅠ
A moment later, though, he ↯
ᅠ
Obi-Wan stared back in shock, mouth agape as he saw the mirror image of himself standing before him. A mirror, but… somehow a perfect image of a time long gone.
“Who are you?” he asked, exasperated as he quickly strode closer.
ᅠ
The young Padawan is gazing
at @dunesmemory from a distance,
his eyebrows furrowed in both
concentration and curiosity.
ᅠ
This man feels eerily familiar, as
though they have met before,
but that is 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.
ᅠ
𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞
" So be it, 𝑱𝒆𝒅𝒊."
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ᅠ
He nods, returning her smile
despite his internalized whispers of
doubt.
ᅠ
“That would be lovely. Would you
like any help cooking? It’d be a
nice way for me to take my
mind off of things.”
ᅠ
“Positive. Just letting out some frustrations that meditation didn’t resolve.”
She offers him a smile, and bumps his chin with her knuckle.
“How about you and I take the rest of the night off, hm? I can cook dinner for us?”
ᅠ
Obi-Wan glances down,
raising a brow at his Padawan.
After a moment’s hesitation, he
wraps an arm around Anakin’s
shoulder, pulling the child close.
ᅠ
Soft father figure <3
ᅠ
ㅤ
quietly following @UNCERTAINSELF ,
as quietly as possible . just under his
shadow , the urge to cling onto him
is tempting .
. . cue a hesitant hand grabbing onto
his sleeve .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ