[He's aware of the change in their proximity, as Obi-Wan withdraws and moves away from his side, nearer to the threshold of the room- but in an abstract way. What's a few feet when they'd so often been deployed to different parts of the galaxy? So close to waking Anakin hasn't yet thought to seal himself up, to close his side of their bond; but there's a quietness to his thoughts that speaks to years of diligent practice. Anakin might not be able to control his emotions, but he's long since learned how to pull those thoughts into himself- to keep them from being incidentally seen and known.
Clammy and damp with sweat, the fabric of his shirt sticks between his shoulder blades and his hair falls forward into his face. But Anakin wants to be soothed, and as he follows Obi-Wan through their still open front door he doesn't walk into a world that's calm and at peace. But the air is cool, and a blanket of stars cover them.
Barefoot in the grass, for a long moment Anakin only stands there- looking at the endless green lit up by a low, pale moon. He breathes. Listens. Wills the vision to stop echoing through him like a cry through a cavern, but it doesn't really. Even when it stops ringing in his ears, it doesn't stop wringing his heart.]
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Clammy and damp with sweat, the fabric of his shirt sticks between his shoulder blades and his hair falls forward into his face. But Anakin wants to be soothed, and as he follows Obi-Wan through their still open front door he doesn't walk into a world that's calm and at peace. But the air is cool, and a blanket of stars cover them.
Barefoot in the grass, for a long moment Anakin only stands there- looking at the endless green lit up by a low, pale moon. He breathes. Listens. Wills the vision to stop echoing through him like a cry through a cavern, but it doesn't really. Even when it stops ringing in his ears, it doesn't stop wringing his heart.]
...How long have you been out here?