[Anakin's shields haven't returned, he hasn't walled himself off in the Force or across their bond. But for a creature that spent so many years constantly running through the temple hallways, sneaking away to the pilot's hangar, building droids or drinking out of decorative fountains- it must be easy to mistake his stillness for such a thing.
He defaults to the stark, sterile safety of the black and white. Of what he knows to be true and what he knows isn't. The hand on his neck splays wider, fingers stretching out across his skin in a way Anakin doesn't associate with ownership and instead recognizes as an attempt at control. It must be instinct, he decides, with no further probing. The same instincts that sink teeth into his throat.
There are plenty of stories he's heard across the years, and deep space pilots always have the best ones. But this is his first experience of vampires. Other travellers here on the train seem more familiar with them, so maybe they're a kind of normal legendary being back there- but in the absence of any first-hand knowledge there's only what exists in the moment. That Obi-Wan is acting a little differently, that Obi-Wan is his friend and might hurt him, but he isn't really in danger. He expects, in the back of his mind, that it'll hurt. Something that bites your neck and drinks your blood sounds like it should hurt.
But it's warmth that Anakin feels first. The heat of Obi-Wan's open mouth. And then a deep, low grunt- a noise that feels like it's starting in his own stomach. A blurring of the edges between them. They connect and for just a moment Anakin's pulse kicks up, his fingers flex. And then stillness reigns once more. Over his shoulder Anakin's eyes are open and looking back at him, like a man frozen before he could get to prayer. He feels the weight of Obi-Wan's hand in the back of his shirt, a closed fist that seems too desperate for something like him. Too uncontrolled. Obi-Wan's beard rubs against the sensitive, rarely exposed skin of his collar. He has no idea why this particular detail is the one that leaps out at him, why it lodges in his brain and keeps drawing his attention to it, but like a hyperspace lane he keeps finding himself in it.]
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He defaults to the stark, sterile safety of the black and white. Of what he knows to be true and what he knows isn't. The hand on his neck splays wider, fingers stretching out across his skin in a way Anakin doesn't associate with ownership and instead recognizes as an attempt at control. It must be instinct, he decides, with no further probing. The same instincts that sink teeth into his throat.
There are plenty of stories he's heard across the years, and deep space pilots always have the best ones. But this is his first experience of vampires. Other travellers here on the train seem more familiar with them, so maybe they're a kind of normal legendary being back there- but in the absence of any first-hand knowledge there's only what exists in the moment. That Obi-Wan is acting a little differently, that Obi-Wan is his friend and might hurt him, but he isn't really in danger. He expects, in the back of his mind, that it'll hurt. Something that bites your neck and drinks your blood sounds like it should hurt.
But it's warmth that Anakin feels first. The heat of Obi-Wan's open mouth.
And then a deep, low grunt- a noise that feels like it's starting in his own stomach. A blurring of the edges between them. They connect and for just a moment Anakin's pulse kicks up, his fingers flex. And then stillness reigns once more. Over his shoulder Anakin's eyes are open and looking back at him, like a man frozen before he could get to prayer. He feels the weight of Obi-Wan's hand in the back of his shirt, a closed fist that seems too desperate for something like him. Too uncontrolled. Obi-Wan's beard rubs against the sensitive, rarely exposed skin of his collar. He has no idea why this particular detail is the one that leaps out at him, why it lodges in his brain and keeps drawing his attention to it, but like a hyperspace lane he keeps finding himself in it.]