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For the sheevsson verse: how is Obi and Palps relationship effecting the Clone wars? (Seeing as Palpatine did orchestrate most of it.) Has Obi-Wan become questioning at all of the Code?

Posted on mai 20, 2017 av swmoddy

Leaning back into
the hand on spine, Obi-Wan closed his eyes before opening them to
look at the blue ones in the mirror. “Morning.”

“Morning
Obi-Wan.” Anakin smiled in return before pressing in close when his
touch was not rejected, pressing his lips to the others bare shoulder
as the heat of their bodies mingled. He could feel the others
hesitation before the other man relaxed back into him. “Did you
sleep well?”

“As good as one
can in time of war.” Obi-Wan countered quietly and Anakin hummed
before sliding his arms slowly around the others waist, letting each
rest on a hip.

He was thrilled
when Obi-Wan allowed the touch, beaming against the pale skin of the
others shoulder while thumbing his hipbone gently.

“And the
Council…” Obi-Wan let out a frustrated breath.

“Hey, you know
what I think of them, but at least they got you there, you know how
to get people to behave.” Anakin murmured.

He had hated the
fact that Obi-Wan sat on the council but knew that they needed a
voice of reason even if he had often listened to Obi-Wan’s minor
rants on feeling undervalued by the rest of the Council.

The redhead
sighed. “When they opt to listen. Honestly, if it wasn’t for
Sheev, I’d quit it now and just be out with the 212^th.”
Obi-Wan grumbled.

Anakin hummed,
still rubbing the pale skin of the others hipbone, marveling at the
closeness he was allowed.

Obi-Wan was so
picky about who got to touch him and to be allowed this…

Well it spoke
clearer to him about the others feelings then anything else.

“You going to
see him today?” He questioned.

“I can’t. I
have council meetings all day.” Obi-Wan breathed out in frustration
and pressed back into the other a bit more.

There was a
fleeting desire of just staying right where he was before Obi-Wan’s
shields covered it up but Anakin had already caught it and pressed a
tiny kiss to the others shoulder. “Want me to take a message to
him?” He asked instead, voice warm.

“…Tell him
I’ll see him later for dinner? I owe him that and perhaps some
news.” Obi-Wan sighed before turning his head to look at the other,
hesitant before pressing a slight kiss to Anakin’s cheek.

()()()

“Anakin tells me
you have become closer.” Sheev took a steady sip of his wine,
watching Obi-Wan over the rim as the two dined in his office.

“That’s…that
boy never knows when to shut up.” Obi-Wan sighed before smiling and
nodding. “Yes. Its still…I’m trying to figure out how it should
work I guess. With others things have been simple. They’ve died or
we’ve decided on our paths already and they haven’t really lead
anywhere.”

‘Duchess Kryz.’
Sheev’s mind supplied for the leading no where part.

Cutting up the
steak carefully to give his hands something to do, Obi-Wan considered
his next words. “Anakin is different. He…will want all my time.
Sharing me is not an option.”

“And should he?”

Obi-Wan looked
away.

“Obi-Wan, you
may not believe me but I only want the best for you. Anakin Skywalker
is many things but he would be a considerate man to you. Would love
you with all his heart. Would put you first. Don’t you deserve
that?” Sheev tilted his head.

He watched
Obi-Wan’s adam apple bob at the question at his harsh swallow.

“Don’t you
deserve to be put first by someone?”

“…You put me
first.” Obi-Wan looked at him suddenly.

“…I do.”
Sheev admitted quietly, sitting back in his chair.

The two stared at
each other before Obi-Wan reached to his belt and settled a datachip
on the table. “…A copy of everything the council discussed today.
Including a few conversations about you.”

Sheev picked it
up, staring at it before slowly looking at Obi-Wan, who was
determinedly not looking at him but instead at his hands on the
table.

Sheev stood slowly
and moved around the table before stroking his hand over the others
copper hair. “Thank you.” He murmured, knowing that this step was
something Obi-Wan could not take back.

This was Obi-Wan’s
way of saying he was committed to Sheev’s side.

Obi-Wan did not
answer but that Sheev did not expect as he moved to his desk to check
out what he had been given.

Raising his head a
bit, Obi-Wan caught a look at himself in the window and blinked. For
some reason he had expected himself to look pale, look like a
traitor, to look…

All that looked
back at him was a man.

Just a man.

“I imagine
Skywalker will be sitting and waiting for you to come back.” Sheev
drawled as he eyed the transcribe from the meeting.

“Most likely.”
Obi-Wan agreed, his voice coming out normal.

“Perhaps you
should return to him?” Sheev offered warmly. “After all, you are
shipping out tomorrow for…Umbara?”

“Yes…I’ll
see you when I come back?”

“Of course
Obi-Wan.” He looked up when the other stood. “And Obi-Wan?”

The Jedi looked to
him, green eyes open and full of curiosity.

“Allow him to
care for you.” The Sith eyes sparkled yellow.

The two stared at
each other before Obi-Wan bowed ever so slightly and headed for the
doors.

Sheev waited until
he was gone before calling for Mas Amedda.

He had a few Jedi
councilors to put on the front it seemed.

For the sheevsson verse: how is Obi and Palps relationship effecting the Clone wars? (Seeing as Palpatine did orchestrate most of it.) Has Obi-Wan become questioning at all of the Code?

Posted on mai 20, 2017 av swmoddy

Leaning back into
the hand on spine, Obi-Wan closed his eyes before opening them to
look at the blue ones in the mirror. “Morning.”

“As good as one
can in time of war.” Obi-Wan countered quietly and Anakin hummed
before sliding his arms slowly around the others waist, letting each
rest on a hip.

He was thrilled
when Obi-Wan allowed the touch, beaming against the pale skin of the
others shoulder while thumbing his hipbone gently.

“And the
Council…” Obi-Wan let out a frustrated breath.

“Hey, you know
what I think of them, but at least they got you there, you know how
to get people to behave.” Anakin murmured.

The redhead
sighed. “When they opt to listen. Honestly, if it wasn’t for
Sheev, I’d quit it now and just be out with the 212^th.”
Obi-Wan grumbled.

Anakin hummed,
still rubbing the pale skin of the others hipbone, marveling at the
closeness he was allowed.

Obi-Wan was so
picky about who got to touch him and to be allowed this…

Well it spoke
clearer to him about the others feelings then anything else.

“You going to
see him today?” He questioned.

“I can’t. I
have council meetings all day.” Obi-Wan breathed out in frustration
and pressed back into the other a bit more.

()()()

“Anakin tells me
you have become closer.” Sheev took a steady sip of his wine,
watching Obi-Wan over the rim as the two dined in his office.

‘Duchess Kryz.’
Sheev’s mind supplied for the leading no where part.

Cutting up the
steak carefully to give his hands something to do, Obi-Wan considered
his next words. “Anakin is different. He…will want all my time.
Sharing me is not an option.”

“And should he?”

Obi-Wan looked
away.

He watched
Obi-Wan’s adam apple bob at the question at his harsh swallow.

“Don’t you
deserve to be put first by someone?”

“…You put me
first.” Obi-Wan looked at him suddenly.

“…I do.”
Sheev admitted quietly, sitting back in his chair.

Sheev picked it
up, staring at it before slowly looking at Obi-Wan, who was
determinedly not looking at him but instead at his hands on the
table.

Sheev stood slowly
and moved around the table before stroking his hand over the others
copper hair. “Thank you.” He murmured, knowing that this step was
something Obi-Wan could not take back.

This was Obi-Wan’s
way of saying he was committed to Sheev’s side.

Obi-Wan did not
answer but that Sheev did not expect as he moved to his desk to check
out what he had been given.

Raising his head a
bit, Obi-Wan caught a look at himself in the window and blinked. For
some reason he had expected himself to look pale, look like a
traitor, to look…

All that looked
back at him was a man.

Just a man.

“I imagine
Skywalker will be sitting and waiting for you to come back.” Sheev
drawled as he eyed the transcribe from the meeting.

“Most likely.”
Obi-Wan agreed, his voice coming out normal.

“Perhaps you
should return to him?” Sheev offered warmly. “After all, you are
shipping out tomorrow for…Umbara?”

“Yes…I’ll
see you when I come back?”

“Of course
Obi-Wan.” He looked up when the other stood. “And Obi-Wan?”

The Jedi looked to
him, green eyes open and full of curiosity.

“Allow him to
care for you.” The Sith eyes sparkled yellow.

The two stared at
each other before Obi-Wan bowed ever so slightly and headed for the
doors.

Sheev waited until
he was gone before calling for Mas Amedda.

He had a few Jedi
councilors to put on the front it seemed.

May I request some Sheev and Son to pick up the broken pieces of my heart after reading natural wings.

Posted on mai 9, 2017 av swmoddy

Staring
at his hands with deadened eyes, Anakin tried to wrap his head around the
fact that his mother was gone.

Dead.

Her
ashes cremated.

Spread
in a gorgeous clearing, lush and green and everything Tatooine had
never been.

It
had been quick the medic had confirmed.

One
of seven who died in a sudden plague outbreak that the medics hadn’t
been quick enough to contain and cure.

Random.

Wasteful.

One
bright life snuffed out so quickly.

And
yet the galaxy continued to spin on as if nothing had happened.

As if one of the best of it hadn’t
left.

There was a soft swish and Anakin
raised his head to stare at the open door, Obi-Wan framed in the
light of the ships hallway.

“…Oh Anakin.” The other stared at
him but didn’t move, didn’t want to intrude if the other wanted solitude.

Anakin didn’t verbally respond but
lifted a hand towards him, watching the other hesitate before his
Master stepped into the room and let the door shut, taking the blonds
hand to be pulled down beside him on the bed bunk.

Staring at each other, Anakin finally
found the words and the tears he hadn’t found before. “Please
don’t leave me Obi-Wan. Please don’t leave me too.” He
whispered out.

Obi-Wan blinked before he reached out
and pulled the other forward until he could tuck the other beneath
his chin, his arms tight and his palms resting on the others back. “I
won’t, I won’t leave you Anakin.”

The blond shifted and pulled Obi-Wan
down until they were resting temple to temple, his lips millimeters
from Obi-Wan’s ear.

“You will not take this one,
sisters of the dark, for this one is mine. Take not what belongs to
me for I will not survive to the sisters of light if you do. This one
belongs to me and not to you. The master’s whip shall pass
my back before theirs, my last drop of water belongs to them along
with my last bread. Do not take them sisters of the dark…for this
one is mine.” He
whispered, Obi-Wan faintly recognizing the words as Tatooine’s
slave language.

He hadn’t heard that since the first
weeks of being Anakin’s master and shivered slightly at the
heaviness they left in the air.

“What…what was that Anakin?”

“…An old slave prayer. I just…”
Anakin swallowed and fisted his hands into the back of the others
tunic.

“Shh no its okay.” Obi-Wan shifted
his hands to rub the others scalp slowly, making a low soothing
noise. “Its okay, its okay I’m right here.”

He wasn’t sure how long they sat
there before Anakin pulled back, drying his face with his sleeve as
he rested one hand on Obi-Wan’s arm as if he needed the touch to
remind himself that the other was still there.

Hesitating a bit before he reached out
to stroke the tears from the others tanned cheeks, Obi-Wan gave him a
sad smile. “Your mother was a great person. I’m sorry she’s
gone Anakin.”

Anakin swallowed
before smiling piteously at his Master. “Thank you
Obi-Wan…I…would it be alright if I stayed here for a bit longer?”

“Take all the
time you need.” Obi-Wan took both of the others hands in his and
squeezed them. “I’ll go speak to Sheev, thank him for asking us
to escort him to Naboo for this. You just stay here…I’ll bring
your meal to you.” He stood and leaned in, pressing a kiss to the
others forehead before letting go, slipping out the door.

Anakin watched the
door for a few moments before curling up in the bunk, pressing his
arms against legs up against his chest and his arms around his legs
to make himself as small as possible.

()()()

“Ah, Obi-Wan.”
Sheev sat up in his chair, watching his son slowly make his way to
the table and sit down. “How is the boy?”

“He’s…not
really a boy anymore but…grieving.” Obi-Wan sighed and accepted
the cup of juice that was slid his side from Sheev. He played with
the glass for a bit before taking a small sip. “I never meet his
mother…got a call from her once…she was nice.” He whispered.

“And those who
made friends with her will miss her. Anakin will need you during his
time of pain.” Sheev smiled gently at him. “You can be the one
he needs now.”

“…I think he’s
crushing on me.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Yes you
mentioned that.” Sheev hummed.

“Its…not wise
to get closer to him.” Obi-Wan swallowed.

“Is not
compassion something Jedi pride themselves over? Love is included in
that. And Anakin is hardly a boy as you yourself said.”

Obi-Wan stared at
his glass. “…Love can lead to…”

“My boy…there
is no harm in feeling love.”

Obi-Wan pressed
his lips together. Was it so wrong if he fell in love?

He had loved
before, nothing had come of them but…

Anakin was a Jedi.

If he fell in love
with Anakin…

“He’s still my
padawan.” He whispered, uncertainty in his voice.

“He won’t be
forever. But for now, perhaps all he needs is a friend that can help
him through his grief.”

“Perhaps.”
Obi-Wan whispered.

‘And so the
seeds are sown.’ Sheev took a slow sip of his own juice.

May I request some Sheev and Son to pick up the broken pieces of my heart after reading natural wings.

Posted on mai 9, 2017 av swmoddy

Staring
at his hands with deadened eyes, Anakin tried to wrap his head around the
fact that his mother was gone.

Dead.

Her
ashes cremated.

Spread
in a gorgeous clearing, lush and green and everything Tatooine had
never been.

It
had been quick the medic had confirmed.

One
of seven who died in a sudden plague outbreak that the medics hadn’t
been quick enough to contain and cure.

Random.

Wasteful.

One
bright life snuffed out so quickly.

And
yet the galaxy continued to spin on as if nothing had happened.

As if one of the best of it hadn’t
left.

There was a soft swish and Anakin
raised his head to stare at the open door, Obi-Wan framed in the
light of the ships hallway.

“…Oh Anakin.” The other stared at
him but didn’t move, didn’t want to intrude if the other wanted solitude.

Staring at each other, Anakin finally
found the words and the tears he hadn’t found before. “Please
don’t leave me Obi-Wan. Please don’t leave me too.” He
whispered out.

The blond shifted and pulled Obi-Wan
down until they were resting temple to temple, his lips millimeters
from Obi-Wan’s ear.

He hadn’t heard that since the first
weeks of being Anakin’s master and shivered slightly at the
heaviness they left in the air.

“What…what was that Anakin?”

“…An old slave prayer. I just…”
Anakin swallowed and fisted his hands into the back of the others
tunic.

“Shh no its okay.” Obi-Wan shifted
his hands to rub the others scalp slowly, making a low soothing
noise. “Its okay, its okay I’m right here.”

Hesitating a bit before he reached out
to stroke the tears from the others tanned cheeks, Obi-Wan gave him a
sad smile. “Your mother was a great person. I’m sorry she’s
gone Anakin.”

Anakin swallowed
before smiling piteously at his Master. “Thank you
Obi-Wan…I…would it be alright if I stayed here for a bit longer?”

Anakin watched the
door for a few moments before curling up in the bunk, pressing his
arms against legs up against his chest and his arms around his legs
to make himself as small as possible.

()()()

“Ah, Obi-Wan.”
Sheev sat up in his chair, watching his son slowly make his way to
the table and sit down. “How is the boy?”

“And those who
made friends with her will miss her. Anakin will need you during his
time of pain.” Sheev smiled gently at him. “You can be the one
he needs now.”

“…I think he’s
crushing on me.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Yes you
mentioned that.” Sheev hummed.

“Its…not wise
to get closer to him.” Obi-Wan swallowed.

“Is not
compassion something Jedi pride themselves over? Love is included in
that. And Anakin is hardly a boy as you yourself said.”

Obi-Wan stared at
his glass. “…Love can lead to…”

“My boy…there
is no harm in feeling love.”

Obi-Wan pressed
his lips together. Was it so wrong if he fell in love?

He had loved
before, nothing had come of them but…

Anakin was a Jedi.

If he fell in love
with Anakin…

“He’s still my
padawan.” He whispered, uncertainty in his voice.

“He won’t be
forever. But for now, perhaps all he needs is a friend that can help
him through his grief.”

“Perhaps.”
Obi-Wan whispered.

‘And so the
seeds are sown.’ Sheev took a slow sip of his own juice.

Hello, in a recent posting you mentioned that you had multiple prompts for «Sheev’s Son» so this might be something you are covering; but I am curious what an ObiWan who has a trusted confidant/parent would do about Shmi. Does he assume QuiGon freed her? Does he discretely free her? Does he allow Anakin updates? (Maybe a way to work on Anakins subtleness) Thank you.

Posted on april 29, 2017 av swmoddy

“You know, Obi-Wan spoke to me about
your mother.” Sheev casually added a sugar cube to his caff,
honestly needing the extra caffeine while ignoring how Anakin’s
hands tensed on his own cup. “He asked if I would be willing to see
to her freedom.” He took a stirred.

“…Obi-Wan asked you?” The teen’s
voice was breathless, hopeful, awed…

“Yes of course, he knows how you
worry but I figured it was best to tell you, after all it is your
mother.” Sheev sat back and watched the boy while taking a sip.

“Obi-Wan asked you to…I won’t
presume sir but are yo-”

“I have already seen to it.” Sheev
hummed, taking a small sip of caff before reaching into his drawer
and holding out a chip to him. “Her comm codes to the house she now
lives in on Naboo. Forgive me for not asking where to place her but I
figured it was best not to bring her to Coruscant in case the Order
did not approve. However if you wish to send her some messages you
are free to do so.”

The others hand was shaking as he took
it, staring at the chip before looking at Sheev with wide blue eyes.
“She…she’s safe? On Naboo? She has a home?”

“Yes, I hired her to work for me,
though that is only until she’s well of enough to start a practice.
She’s apparently skilled as a midwife?”

“Yes…yes my mother used…to help
other slaves.” Anakin dropped his eyes to the chip, staring at it
as if it had the secrets of the galaxy in it.

Such a little thing that held so much
importance.

One freed woman provided shelter, one
grateful future apprentice even more tied to his son and himself.

“…Thank you sir, I’ll…”

“Oh please, don’t thank me. Obi-Wan
was the one to request it, he worries so for you.”

The two smiled at each other.

()()()

“Anakin? Is that you?” Obi-Wan
questioned absently as he was putting together a report for the
Council. They were most likely going to find some kind of fault with
it anyhow but he had to try at least.

“Uhu. Its me Obi-Wan.”

“Did you have a good visit with the
Chancellor?” Obi-Wan brushed his hair behind his ear, frowning down
at the report.

“Yes, thank you.” There was
something in the others voice that made him look up as Anakin’s
hand settled on his shoulder. Anakin was smiling at him, warmly and
gently.

“…Anakin, did something happen?”
He questioned, puzzled as he stared up at the teenager.

“Just…I was thinking of making a
call to Naboo. That’s all.” The blond offered before leaning in
and pressing a quick kiss to the others cheek. “Thank you Obi-Wan.”
He whispered before moving to his room, practically skipping.

Obi-Wan stared after him with wide
eyes, hand on his cheek. ‘…What in all Force name?’

He got to his feet and made his way to
the kitchen, biting his lips while thinking hard. ‘Its just teenage
affection, right? He’s not…oh come on he was infatuated with
Padme from the moment he saw her. And I’m his Master, he
wouldn’t…’ Obi-Wan hesitated. “…I need to talk with the
Chancellor.” He mumbled then dropped his face in his hands. ‘I’m
going to talk to the Chancellor about padawan problems. Really? I
should speak to Yoda or Mace really…’

But if he spoke to them about it…

He shifted.

He knew what they would say.

To be firm with the boy and tell him
about the dangers of attachment and…

But Anakin weren’t like most Jedi. He
already had fears and attachment.

…No, no Sheev was the better option.
A man used to emotions and someone Obi-Wan could trust.

Hello, in a recent posting you mentioned that you had multiple prompts for «Sheev’s Son» so this might be something you are covering; but I am curious what an ObiWan who has a trusted confidant/parent would do about Shmi. Does he assume QuiGon freed her? Does he discretely free her? Does he allow Anakin updates? (Maybe a way to work on Anakins subtleness) Thank you.

Posted on april 29, 2017 av swmoddy

“…Obi-Wan asked you?” The teen’s
voice was breathless, hopeful, awed…

“Yes of course, he knows how you
worry but I figured it was best to tell you, after all it is your
mother.” Sheev sat back and watched the boy while taking a sip.

“Obi-Wan asked you to…I won’t
presume sir but are yo-”

The others hand was shaking as he took
it, staring at the chip before looking at Sheev with wide blue eyes.
“She…she’s safe? On Naboo? She has a home?”

“Yes, I hired her to work for me,
though that is only until she’s well of enough to start a practice.
She’s apparently skilled as a midwife?”

“Yes…yes my mother used…to help
other slaves.” Anakin dropped his eyes to the chip, staring at it
as if it had the secrets of the galaxy in it.

Such a little thing that held so much
importance.

One freed woman provided shelter, one
grateful future apprentice even more tied to his son and himself.

“…Thank you sir, I’ll…”

“Oh please, don’t thank me. Obi-Wan
was the one to request it, he worries so for you.”

The two smiled at each other.

()()()

“Uhu. Its me Obi-Wan.”

“Did you have a good visit with the
Chancellor?” Obi-Wan brushed his hair behind his ear, frowning down
at the report.

“Yes, thank you.” There was
something in the others voice that made him look up as Anakin’s
hand settled on his shoulder. Anakin was smiling at him, warmly and
gently.

“…Anakin, did something happen?”
He questioned, puzzled as he stared up at the teenager.

Obi-Wan stared after him with wide
eyes, hand on his cheek. ‘…What in all Force name?’

But if he spoke to them about it…

He shifted.

He knew what they would say.

To be firm with the boy and tell him
about the dangers of attachment and…

But Anakin weren’t like most Jedi. He
already had fears and attachment.

…No, no Sheev was the better option.
A man used to emotions and someone Obi-Wan could trust.

In the Sheevsson verse, how did Obi Wan and Palpatine get to acknowledging their relationship to each other? When did they figure out that the other knew and how did that conversation go?

Posted on april 26, 2017 av swmoddy

It had been an offhand comment, Sheev
hadn’t expected the sarcastic reply from the clearly overworked
knight when he had questioned him about his health and his missions.

“I’m fine father.”

That had come out of Obi-Wan’s mouth,
his eyes rolled for effort before the Jedi froze, both staring at
each other as they realized what he had said.

And then Obi-Wan had turned wary when
Sheev hadn’t denied it. “…You know.” He whispered.

“…I was informed back when you did
the genetic match back when you were twenty five…I wanted to get to
know you so I invited you to my office.” Sheev murmured, deciding
to continue his route of being honest with his son. Well about most
parts, not saying something was not the same as lying since Obi-Wan
had never asked him about the darkness that Sheev sometimes let slip.

“I…oh…” Obi-Wan shifted, the
thirty one year old still wary looking and a bit confused about how
to go forward.

“How about…we continue as we
have…and you continue to tell me about that mission to Pon-Pon?
Hmm? You said Anakin threw himself in front of you like a shield?”
Sheev carefully prompted the other.

“I…yes. Yes he’s been behaving
strangely lately. Latches onto me at the slightest of chances and
doesn’t like to be separated from me. He hasn’t been like this
since he was twelve.”Obi-Wan frowned a bit. “I worry for him…”

Sheev hummed quietly. “Perhaps you
would like for me to speak to him?”

“I…perhaps. He respects you. He
may listen to you.” The other looked so damn hopeful, open and
trusting of Palpatine.

It was a good thing he wasn’t about to
abuse that trust and for a moment Sheev wondered how things would
have been if Obi-Wan trusted the order more then him.

But no, Sheev had done his job when
Obi-Wan had been fragile and lost after the death of his Master and
become the one person Obi-Wan could always talk to and never get
judged for, even when he was lost.

No, Obi-Wan was not without support
here even if he felt lost.

“Please, do send him my way and I’ll
see about him.” Sheev chuckled quietly.

()()()()

Of all the sith damned things to come
out of the boys mouth!

Sheev continued to pound himself on his
chest, coughing up the tea that had gone the wrong way even as the
blond watched him warily.

“I…um…”

“I am not screwing Obi-Wan!” Sheev
managed to cough out, rubbing his chest before wheezing. “Little
stars boy, just no.” He settled on even as Anakin relaxed at the
vehement denial.

“I’m sorry sir it just seemed
like…are you alright sir?”

Sheev grasped a napkin and wiped his
mouth, mind spinning a thousand miles a second. Skywalker was
jealous, that was why he didn’t want to be separated, he thought he
and Obi-Wan were fucking and therefor latched onto the other as
tightly as he could.

Sheev could use that, could use his
jealousy, a protector for his son…

And if his coming apprentice was loyal
to his heir…well that was fine by him.

Yes he could use this jealousy he
thought as he sipped his tea to sooth his aching throat a bit, hiding
away the sudden smile that wanted to lure itself along his lips.
“You’re rather fond of Obi-Wan, are you not Anakin?” He started
sweetly as the blond flushed and squirmed in his seat.

“He’s nice and smart.” Anakin
tried.

“Very popular too is he not, he
doesn’t speak much about it but I get the sensation he is often
flirted with?”

And there was that angry flush in the
others cheek as Anakin looked everywhere but at Sheev.

‘Lets fuel the fires…’