[ It's more powerful the closer he gets to the kitchen. There's no real divide throughout the suite, beyond a door to the bedroom which hangs open somewhere on his left. All of his senses seem brighter, now that he isn't alone. The caf is rich and intense, smokey on the edges. The clack of the mug on tile is like it's right next to his ear. Still permeating all of it is that rich scent of high sun baking into skin. Then Obi-Wan turns the corner and pauses in the threshold, treated to a framed view of his former Padawan.
The morning barely filters in, blinds mostly drawn for the way Anakin seems to enjoy low light. Obi-Wan can trace a path up his flesh arm, along the soft fabric of his short sleeved shirt, to the curl of all those golden curls haloed around his head and nestled against his neck. Anakin only shows this much skin around bedtime and when they are training. Obi-Wan can see the tendon in his neck work when he speaks. It takes him a moment to realize the low buzz of Anakin's voice means he is speaking to him, and his eyes flick up from the soft spot underneath his jaw to expectant find blue.
Blinking, it seems to take real effort for Obi-Wan to focus. He clearly heard absolutely nothing that was said to him. ]
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The morning barely filters in, blinds mostly drawn for the way Anakin seems to enjoy low light. Obi-Wan can trace a path up his flesh arm, along the soft fabric of his short sleeved shirt, to the curl of all those golden curls haloed around his head and nestled against his neck. Anakin only shows this much skin around bedtime and when they are training. Obi-Wan can see the tendon in his neck work when he speaks. It takes him a moment to realize the low buzz of Anakin's voice means he is speaking to him, and his eyes flick up from the soft spot underneath his jaw to expectant find blue.
Blinking, it seems to take real effort for Obi-Wan to focus. He clearly heard absolutely nothing that was said to him. ]
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