Mysteries of the Force
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,833
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3
Hi all, sorry that update took so long. Busy with school and finals. I really enjoyed exploring Obi-wan’s character in this chappie. Lemme know watcha think. Thanks!
Chapter 3
The kiss Obi-wan gave was rather simple, much like his personality. There was no bold flash of passion in his eyes, nor outward display of amour. Obi-wan found Anakin’s kiss demanding, audacious in his approach before.
/Typical behavior of my Padawan/ mused Obi-wan to himself. /He’s got Qui-Gon’s flair for the dramatic. That’s what I love about him/ Of course he’d never say that directly as a reserved Jedi controlled by his stiff upper lip. Anakin noted the hint of emotion through Obi-wan’s slightly raised eyebrows that betrayed his inner sense of amusement.
“What’s so funny, Master?” muttered Anakin. With a cold mechanical hand, he yanked at his master’s robe right below the throat. His inner anger personified as a scathing dragon burned in the furnace of his heart, threatening to roar in his voice.
“Easy, Anakin,” Obi-wan said, remaining calm. He tried to pry the mechanical fingers off. “We’ve switched roles, have we not, my Padawan? Usually I’m the tense one, and you’re relaxed.”
Anakin managed to crack an unexpected smile, releasing Obi-wan. “Sorry, Master, it seems I’ve over reacted.”
“And when do you not, Anakin?” Obi-wan jested, guiding his brash apprentice with a wise arm around him into the bedroom.
The young Jedi plopped onto Obi-wan’s bed, twiddling his fingers idly. Obi-wan detected that, frantically rummaging through his dresser drawer. He reached for something hastily dropping it in the inner pockets of his robe.
“What was that, Master?” Anakin rolled over on the bed towards his master to see what it was.
A crimson flush mounted in Obi-wan’s fair cheeks, revealing his embarrassment. “N-nothing,” he stammered.
“Really?” Anakin covered his mouth with one hand to stifle a laugh and used the other to reach into the Force. The object in Obi-wan’s inner pockets flew out into Anakin’s durasteel grip. He raised a brow examining it. “Oil, huh? What’s this for?
/If he doesn’t know what its for, maybe he’s not ready for this/ chuckled Obi-wan to himself. The neatly trimmed bristles of his beard hid a modest smile. “It’s nothing, Anakin.”
He crossed his arms, settling down on the bed besides Anakin with a sly twinkle in his eye.
“What?” Anakin slumped over next to him.
“It’s not wise use the Force like that,” Obi-wan pointed out gently.
Anakin sighed, rolling his eyes. “Please, Master, not another lecture.”
“Then listen to me, my apprentice.” With a smug grin Obi-wan manipulated the Force to nab the oil bottle back when Anakin turned away.
“Hey, you just told me not to.”
“I lied,” Obi-wan admitted coyly.
He shifted closer to Anakin slipping a hand behind his neck. With a slight brush the hood slipped off unveiling young Skywalker’s visage completely. Multicolored lights from the Galactic City sky traffic invaded the dimly lit apartment through large veranda windows, striking Anakin’s features at just the right angle. The direction of light hit from the left leaving the right half side of his face cast in a crescent of shadow. Some of the creases in the folds of his eyelids, and the faint smile marks that ran from the sides of his rose to the edges of his mouth, caught some remnants of shadow, holding them in place. The blackest shadow hung in the crack between Anakin’s lips, pursed in a straight line. Their sweet taste from the previous kiss lingered on Obi-wan’s tongue driving his senses wild. To hold back would be to deny the gods their nectar, or the moon spirits their soma.
Instead of planting a chaste kiss Obi-wan nibbled lightly on Anakin’s upper lip, just hard enough to make him feel good but not hurt him. In this action a bit of Anakin’s boldness rubbed off on the Jedi master, invigorating the spark of his youth. For so long Obi-wan lived a life of restraint, denying the passions and pleasures of the flesh, as the Jedi teachings instructed. Perhaps that denial led to the loss of Obi-wan’s youthful audacity when he was still Qui-Gon’s Padawan learner. A daring and brave Jedi, Anakin embodied Obi-wan’s younger self, serving as a reminder to Obi-wan who he really was.
“Your insistence on absolute correctness is your greatest flaw, my young apprentice,” Qui-Gon constantly reminded him.
/And Master was always right/ thought Obi-wan in hindsight. /My insistence on following every single rule has made me conservative, no obstinate/
“Changing the Force always is,” explained Master Yoda. “Altering its path, a river does twisting and turning in life. The Living Force alive it is like a river in flow. To be one with the Force as it changes, a wise person will.”
/A learned Jedi accepts change and embraces it as part of the Living Force/ Obi-wan realized internally. /Which I haven’t done, whether it’s in one’s self or in relationships with people. I’ve been so damn stubborn I do hope Anakin finds it in his heart to forgive me/
Obi-wan stopped kissing him, staring blankly, waiting for the right words to come.
Anakin blinked, raising a brow. “What’s with that look, Master?”
The Jedi Master cleared his throat, glancing at his Padawan, blue-green eyes begging for forgiveness. “Anakin, my stubbornness has frustrated you and… I apologize.”
“What did you say, master?” Anakin frowned, hardly believing what he heard.
“All those years I’ve trained you, Anakin, you’ve felt that I held you back from reaching your true potential as a Jedi Knight. I’m not jealous, nor do I wish to stop you. It’s just that I…I worry about you, and perhaps I’ve shown it by being overly critical. For the pain I’ve caused you, I’m sorry, Anakin.” Obi-wan said nothing more.
A long period of silence passed until Anakin’s low voice broke the silence. “It’s okay. But how did you know all this?”
“Ever since Palpatine appointed you as his representative to the Jedi Council, you’ve been stressed out. And angry at the same time I asked you to spy on him. I sensed your distress in the Force, and it troubled me. So I spoke to Padme and she explained the situation, including your feelings about me.”
Anakin picked up on Obi-wan’s residual Force energy in Padme’s apartment this morning. Finally Anakin understood why Obi-wan came. What if they discussed other things?
“Don’t worry, Anakin. I made no other inquiries of any kind. I know I’ve invaded your privacy, and for that I apologize too. I worry about you because…” Obi-wan trailed off.
He gazed longingly at Anakin, as if his visage saw through into Anakin’s soul. It made him uncomfortable and he understood how Padme felt when he stared at her like that before.
A low murmur escaped Obi-wan’s lips trembling with a genuine, deep-seated emotion. “…Because I…love you, Anakin.” When Obi-wan said he loved Anakin before he meant it as a friend. The sentiment in his voice betrayed a feeling closer than brothers, more intimate than lovers. The bond of soul mates each one half of the other in life as well as death, forged in battle, bloodshed and tears.
Even Master Kenobi, ultimately revered by the Council, as one of their greatest Jedi alive known for his humility and kindness possessed an attachment: his undying love for Anakin.
“I’ll always love you, Anakin, no matter what happens,” Obi-wan uttered, affectionately embracing his Padawan.
TBC
Chapter 3
The kiss Obi-wan gave was rather simple, much like his personality. There was no bold flash of passion in his eyes, nor outward display of amour. Obi-wan found Anakin’s kiss demanding, audacious in his approach before.
/Typical behavior of my Padawan/ mused Obi-wan to himself. /He’s got Qui-Gon’s flair for the dramatic. That’s what I love about him/ Of course he’d never say that directly as a reserved Jedi controlled by his stiff upper lip. Anakin noted the hint of emotion through Obi-wan’s slightly raised eyebrows that betrayed his inner sense of amusement.
“What’s so funny, Master?” muttered Anakin. With a cold mechanical hand, he yanked at his master’s robe right below the throat. His inner anger personified as a scathing dragon burned in the furnace of his heart, threatening to roar in his voice.
“Easy, Anakin,” Obi-wan said, remaining calm. He tried to pry the mechanical fingers off. “We’ve switched roles, have we not, my Padawan? Usually I’m the tense one, and you’re relaxed.”
Anakin managed to crack an unexpected smile, releasing Obi-wan. “Sorry, Master, it seems I’ve over reacted.”
“And when do you not, Anakin?” Obi-wan jested, guiding his brash apprentice with a wise arm around him into the bedroom.
The young Jedi plopped onto Obi-wan’s bed, twiddling his fingers idly. Obi-wan detected that, frantically rummaging through his dresser drawer. He reached for something hastily dropping it in the inner pockets of his robe.
“What was that, Master?” Anakin rolled over on the bed towards his master to see what it was.
A crimson flush mounted in Obi-wan’s fair cheeks, revealing his embarrassment. “N-nothing,” he stammered.
“Really?” Anakin covered his mouth with one hand to stifle a laugh and used the other to reach into the Force. The object in Obi-wan’s inner pockets flew out into Anakin’s durasteel grip. He raised a brow examining it. “Oil, huh? What’s this for?
/If he doesn’t know what its for, maybe he’s not ready for this/ chuckled Obi-wan to himself. The neatly trimmed bristles of his beard hid a modest smile. “It’s nothing, Anakin.”
He crossed his arms, settling down on the bed besides Anakin with a sly twinkle in his eye.
“What?” Anakin slumped over next to him.
“It’s not wise use the Force like that,” Obi-wan pointed out gently.
Anakin sighed, rolling his eyes. “Please, Master, not another lecture.”
“Then listen to me, my apprentice.” With a smug grin Obi-wan manipulated the Force to nab the oil bottle back when Anakin turned away.
“Hey, you just told me not to.”
“I lied,” Obi-wan admitted coyly.
He shifted closer to Anakin slipping a hand behind his neck. With a slight brush the hood slipped off unveiling young Skywalker’s visage completely. Multicolored lights from the Galactic City sky traffic invaded the dimly lit apartment through large veranda windows, striking Anakin’s features at just the right angle. The direction of light hit from the left leaving the right half side of his face cast in a crescent of shadow. Some of the creases in the folds of his eyelids, and the faint smile marks that ran from the sides of his rose to the edges of his mouth, caught some remnants of shadow, holding them in place. The blackest shadow hung in the crack between Anakin’s lips, pursed in a straight line. Their sweet taste from the previous kiss lingered on Obi-wan’s tongue driving his senses wild. To hold back would be to deny the gods their nectar, or the moon spirits their soma.
Instead of planting a chaste kiss Obi-wan nibbled lightly on Anakin’s upper lip, just hard enough to make him feel good but not hurt him. In this action a bit of Anakin’s boldness rubbed off on the Jedi master, invigorating the spark of his youth. For so long Obi-wan lived a life of restraint, denying the passions and pleasures of the flesh, as the Jedi teachings instructed. Perhaps that denial led to the loss of Obi-wan’s youthful audacity when he was still Qui-Gon’s Padawan learner. A daring and brave Jedi, Anakin embodied Obi-wan’s younger self, serving as a reminder to Obi-wan who he really was.
“Your insistence on absolute correctness is your greatest flaw, my young apprentice,” Qui-Gon constantly reminded him.
/And Master was always right/ thought Obi-wan in hindsight. /My insistence on following every single rule has made me conservative, no obstinate/
“Changing the Force always is,” explained Master Yoda. “Altering its path, a river does twisting and turning in life. The Living Force alive it is like a river in flow. To be one with the Force as it changes, a wise person will.”
/A learned Jedi accepts change and embraces it as part of the Living Force/ Obi-wan realized internally. /Which I haven’t done, whether it’s in one’s self or in relationships with people. I’ve been so damn stubborn I do hope Anakin finds it in his heart to forgive me/
Obi-wan stopped kissing him, staring blankly, waiting for the right words to come.
Anakin blinked, raising a brow. “What’s with that look, Master?”
The Jedi Master cleared his throat, glancing at his Padawan, blue-green eyes begging for forgiveness. “Anakin, my stubbornness has frustrated you and… I apologize.”
“What did you say, master?” Anakin frowned, hardly believing what he heard.
“All those years I’ve trained you, Anakin, you’ve felt that I held you back from reaching your true potential as a Jedi Knight. I’m not jealous, nor do I wish to stop you. It’s just that I…I worry about you, and perhaps I’ve shown it by being overly critical. For the pain I’ve caused you, I’m sorry, Anakin.” Obi-wan said nothing more.
A long period of silence passed until Anakin’s low voice broke the silence. “It’s okay. But how did you know all this?”
“Ever since Palpatine appointed you as his representative to the Jedi Council, you’ve been stressed out. And angry at the same time I asked you to spy on him. I sensed your distress in the Force, and it troubled me. So I spoke to Padme and she explained the situation, including your feelings about me.”
Anakin picked up on Obi-wan’s residual Force energy in Padme’s apartment this morning. Finally Anakin understood why Obi-wan came. What if they discussed other things?
“Don’t worry, Anakin. I made no other inquiries of any kind. I know I’ve invaded your privacy, and for that I apologize too. I worry about you because…” Obi-wan trailed off.
He gazed longingly at Anakin, as if his visage saw through into Anakin’s soul. It made him uncomfortable and he understood how Padme felt when he stared at her like that before.
A low murmur escaped Obi-wan’s lips trembling with a genuine, deep-seated emotion. “…Because I…love you, Anakin.” When Obi-wan said he loved Anakin before he meant it as a friend. The sentiment in his voice betrayed a feeling closer than brothers, more intimate than lovers. The bond of soul mates each one half of the other in life as well as death, forged in battle, bloodshed and tears.
Even Master Kenobi, ultimately revered by the Council, as one of their greatest Jedi alive known for his humility and kindness possessed an attachment: his undying love for Anakin.
“I’ll always love you, Anakin, no matter what happens,” Obi-wan uttered, affectionately embracing his Padawan.
TBC