[ They haven't shared a living space in a while; Obi-Wan had forgotten just how intense the Force can get around his young friend. It roils around him, slick like oil, as intense as a volcano. Asleep, they all have less control, their shields not as strong. Anakin isn't projecting so much as it seems like parts of him are seeping out from the seams. ]
Anakin.
[ He says it louder, trying to usher him from the grasp of the dream — and then Anakin's eyes snap open. Blue wild for the images of his dream, and Obi-Wan knows that this nightmare was like the others. The ones like his mother, the ones Obi-Wan had tried to assure him were dreams and nothing more. There is no reason for him not to believe that his former Padawan is having some vision of some kind of future.
It isn't the first time they've found themselves in this position — but the last time was many years ago now, and the mercurial nature of the space between them leaves him uncertain of what to expect. Though they have had their disagreements in the past, the one they navigate now is unprecedented. Obi-Wan's uncertainty on how to approach his young friend without making all the same mistakes — because they must have been there, signs that he had missed completely — is almost enough to make him hesitate.
But fear does not control him, and his own worry cannot supplant the fact that Anakin needs him. The past is done, Obi-Wan cannot unmake it; it is only the present he can affect.
As a boy, Obi-Wan would rub his back to bring him back down. That isn't an option here, so he lays his hand in the middle of Anakin's bare chest. Not to hold him down, but to give him something real to feel, removed from the phantoms his nightmare will create, waiting for the moment recognition enters Anakin's eyes. ]
You're awake. [ Statement. A fact. ] You're awake, Anakin.
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Anakin.
[ He says it louder, trying to usher him from the grasp of the dream — and then Anakin's eyes snap open. Blue wild for the images of his dream, and Obi-Wan knows that this nightmare was like the others. The ones like his mother, the ones Obi-Wan had tried to assure him were dreams and nothing more. There is no reason for him not to believe that his former Padawan is having some vision of some kind of future.
It isn't the first time they've found themselves in this position — but the last time was many years ago now, and the mercurial nature of the space between them leaves him uncertain of what to expect. Though they have had their disagreements in the past, the one they navigate now is unprecedented. Obi-Wan's uncertainty on how to approach his young friend without making all the same mistakes — because they must have been there, signs that he had missed completely — is almost enough to make him hesitate.
But fear does not control him, and his own worry cannot supplant the fact that Anakin needs him. The past is done, Obi-Wan cannot unmake it; it is only the present he can affect.
As a boy, Obi-Wan would rub his back to bring him back down. That isn't an option here, so he lays his hand in the middle of Anakin's bare chest. Not to hold him down, but to give him something real to feel, removed from the phantoms his nightmare will create, waiting for the moment recognition enters Anakin's eyes. ]
You're awake. [ Statement. A fact. ] You're awake, Anakin.