[ Later he might describe it as being in a trance; or that specific strain of spice that leaves a disconnect between mind and body, making the world feel liquid and lazy despite his heightened awareness of every sensation. Anakin's pulse under his thumb becomes a percussive beat inside his own body, echoing in his own chest as if the heart beating in the other Jedi's ribcage were actually within his own.
Obi-Wan slides his palm down Anakin's forearm until he can curl his fingers around his living wrist, and the pounding intensifies. In their bond, he feels his friend brush inquisitively up against him, and this is what urges his eyes to open instead of anything said to him. As soon as he has the first glimpse of the beetled brow of his former Padawan, his pupils blow. They seem to flood his iris, leaving the barest sliver of blue behind. He knows, all at once, that the scent that's been making his mouth water since stepping in here is Anakin himself.
Of course it is. Nobody bursts with more life than the young man in front of him, a man born from the very Force itself. His gaze drops like a stone, leaving him staring at Anakin's throat. Obi-Wan has spent decades learning the nature and danger of possessiveness, of attachment, and all of it unravels from his fingertips. He has never wanted something more in his life than the man in front of him. He wants to sink his teeth into him and never let him go. Desire spills out of him and into the bond like a cup overflowing. ]
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Obi-Wan slides his palm down Anakin's forearm until he can curl his fingers around his living wrist, and the pounding intensifies. In their bond, he feels his friend brush inquisitively up against him, and this is what urges his eyes to open instead of anything said to him. As soon as he has the first glimpse of the beetled brow of his former Padawan, his pupils blow. They seem to flood his iris, leaving the barest sliver of blue behind. He knows, all at once, that the scent that's been making his mouth water since stepping in here is Anakin himself.
Of course it is. Nobody bursts with more life than the young man in front of him, a man born from the very Force itself. His gaze drops like a stone, leaving him staring at Anakin's throat. Obi-Wan has spent decades learning the nature and danger of possessiveness, of attachment, and all of it unravels from his fingertips. He has never wanted something more in his life than the man in front of him. He wants to sink his teeth into him and never let him go. Desire spills out of him and into the bond like a cup overflowing. ]
That might be a good idea.