onlyhope: (16)
obi-wan kenobi ([personal profile] onlyhope) wrote in [community profile] locomo 2022-01-07 10:04 pm (UTC)

[ She cries like she's coming apart, and that's probably the only thing that carries him forward instead of sinking into the quagmire of his own grief. Other people need him. Right now, Toko needs him. So when she apologizes he cradles her skull against the expensive fabric of his suit, smooths his hand between her shoulderblades like he had (he remembers, now) for Anakin when he was so small and trying to adjust to a life so radically different from everything he had known.

Obi-Wan tucks his face down, his mouth pressed against her crown. He can smell the shampoo she uses, her skin. It's grounding. He realizes he can taste saltwater on his lips, and wonders when his insides started spilling out. Obi-Wan isn't even sure when the last time he openly wept was, until he does all at once. The wide open stretch of wilderness, little spirits surrounding Anakin as he'd fallen to his knees in sheer relief that it was the Anakin he knew and loved, and not the nightmare he'd come from. Reality, on the train, and not in this phantom city. ]


It's alright. [ He whispers against her hair, trying to regulate his breathing, tryign to acknowledge the onslaught of emotion and let it go. I've seen so much worse since then, is what he thinks. What he says is: ] It was a long time ago, now.

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting