Hello Moddy! :) I am absolutely in love with your writing! Especially…. Obi in pain ^^» is there any chance we get to know what happens next? What is sidious plan? Will Obi-Wan get hurt? Will Anakin take care of him and be really protective? Will they confess their feelings? *-* (sorry, REALLY big Fan!) Hope you are doing well! :)
Sitting down slowly and gingerly, Obi-Wan breathed steadily through his nose as he observed the apartment.
He desperately wished he could go to bed, but the heated beanbag Qui-Gon had gotten him for lifeday on his side and take an extra medication for the day but due to the mission, there was no way he could do that.
So he’d have to settle for sitting just for a little bit.
Seeing Senator Amidala had been nice… until Anakin was stumbling over his own feet pretty much while staring at her.
It was a bit… discouraging but Obi-Wan firmly scolded himself, reminding himself that Padme Amidala was a lovely and intelligent creature and Anakin was quite firmly allowed to be attracted to her.
Even if it made Obi-Wan uncertain, staring at the lovely and young senator more Anakin’s age, the woman healthy and hale, a beauty in every way a human could be, making Obi-Wan feel quite inadequate with all the issues he had.
Compared to her, he had little to offer Anakin.
‘But you’re still a capable Jedi…’ Obi-Wan assured himself, even as he, as discreetly as possible, tried to ease the pain of old injury, breathing in through his nose and out of his mouth. ‘Who managed to track down Wesell? Me, the chronically ill Jedi, not Anakin and not Qui-Gon. So what if I had to jump out the window and cling to a drone? I still managed it.’ He assured himself, straightening slowly.
He may be damaged in so many ways but he was still as good a Jedi as those around him.
And they hadn’t really made any terms.
Hand holding and cheek kisses weren’t terms of a relationship.
It was affection, sure, but Obi-Wan was affectionate with Bant too and he used to be with Quinlan. A rougher kind of affection, Quinlan had become a lot more careful with Obi-Wan due to his chronic pain but they still hugged.
And Qui-Gon was very affectionate with him now a days.
‘But none of them will hold your hand like Anakin. Only Anakin holds your hand and for all that Bant kisses your cheek and Quinlan will kiss the back of your hand, you know those are friendly things.’ A voice teased him.
It made Obi-Wan pause before he shook his head, ignoring the chaos of the security captain and Qui-Gon.
The two didn’t get along, so they clashed, even if Qui-Gon pretended to be serene, he did all he could to get under Typho’s skin.
Anakin was… somewhere in the apartment. ‘Maybe oogling Padme again…’ Obi-Wan refused to acknowledge how bitter that thought was, drawing a deep breath through his nose.
Okay, so maybe he was a tiny bit bitter.
Even though the two hadn’t decided what they were to each other, Obi-Wan had thought…
‘And that’s why they say that communication is important kids.’ He grumbled mentally only to tense when a body suddenly sat down next to him, jerking a bit away from the closeness only to relax when a familiar hand pressed to his side.
Anakin frowned darkly at him, eyes flashing with worry. “You’re burning in the Force.” He whispered quietly.
Shifting a bit, Obi-Wan let out a small hum, avoiding shrugging.
He didn’t want to agitate his side anymore than he had to thank you very much, there was a reason why he didn’t meditate by kneeling anymore.
Anakin frowned at him for a long moment before realization crossed his face, the padawan reaching in and pressing his hand to Obi-Wan’s side.
Hissing in initial pain, Obi-Wan clenched his hands into the others tunic sleeve before breathing out as the pain eased out into a low throbbing instead of the burning. “…Thank you Anakin.” He murmured quietly, leaning his head on the others shoulder.
“Course. Should have thought of it before, you were being extremely acrobatic not that many hours ago…” Anakin stated quietly back, his hand remaining on Obi-Wan’s side.
It was… nice.
‘I really need to have a conversation about what kinda relationship we are suppose to have…’ Obi-Wan thought, his thought trailing off as tiredness settled into him. It didn’t really help as Anakin started carding his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair, easing him.
A small nap couldn’t hurt he mused as he got comfortable.