[Maybe its meant to be subtle, but even though Anakin cooperates, allows himself to be drawn in, he's still aware that its happening. One lifetime on Tatooine and one serving the Order, he recognizes steel jaws when he sees them. He knows they're going to close on him.
But they touch first. Obi-Wan's closed mouth touches just beneath his jaw; Anakin jolts inside his skin, as if an electrical current runs through him. He thinks right away of a kiss only to dismiss the comparison a beat later. Great blinders come up around him, duracrete and steel that make the vastness of possibility disappear. A man clutching a lifeline, Anakin grounds himself in familiar defaults. Their undisputed friendship and the way they've handled every strangeness before- by looking away. By not looking right at it.
Hyperaware of the damp warmth of his friend's breath on his skin, Anakin's hands don't even flex atop his knees. There's no animal panic in him, no instinct to freeze, no frightened obedience or the mindlessness of a trance. The collar of his shirt begins to move, drawn away towards his shoulder. It raises every hair on the nape of his neck and shuts down the rest of his thoughts. Makes the noise in his brain quiet. His own reflection meets him, makes Obi-Wan a ghost that only he can see.]
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But they touch first.
Obi-Wan's closed mouth touches just beneath his jaw; Anakin jolts inside his skin, as if an electrical current runs through him. He thinks right away of a kiss only to dismiss the comparison a beat later. Great blinders come up around him, duracrete and steel that make the vastness of possibility disappear. A man clutching a lifeline, Anakin grounds himself in familiar defaults. Their undisputed friendship and the way they've handled every strangeness before- by looking away. By not looking right at it.
Hyperaware of the damp warmth of his friend's breath on his skin, Anakin's hands don't even flex atop his knees. There's no animal panic in him, no instinct to freeze, no frightened obedience or the mindlessness of a trance. The collar of his shirt begins to move, drawn away towards his shoulder. It raises every hair on the nape of his neck and shuts down the rest of his thoughts. Makes the noise in his brain quiet. His own reflection meets him, makes Obi-Wan a ghost that only he can see.]