I’m slowly but surely working on the final part of my Denial, then acceptance series, I’ve just been very busy and am an extremely slow writer. So here’s a small snippet.
“I see you’re as kind as always,” Obi-Wan whispered hoarsely, raising his head, all evidence of his brief moment of anguish erased. It made Anakin seethe. How far would he have to go before that farce of control fell away? He wanted to yell and rage, to scream that he’d had enough of being sidelined by the person who meant more to him than anyone, of being treated like he didn’t understand. He understood perfectly, he just wasn’t a coward like Obi-Wan. He knew what he wanted and he wasn’t afraid to admit it.
“I’m only kind to those who deserve it,” Anakin spat, voice pitched low. Obi-Wan turned away, scrubbing an unsteady hand through his thick hair.
“How mature of you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan snapped distractedly, walking over to the large window and staring out at the midday sun. He was in his typical Jedi clothes, minus his usual chestnut robe. Beige fabric wrapped perfectly around his waist, cinched by his obi and falling graciously round his lithe form. The dazzling sunlight hit his copper hair, kindling the auburn undertones and casting him with an amber glow. And the sight of him, standing there so impeccably, revived a want so potent that it briefly gutted Anakin. He ached with it, with the need to feel that hair under his hands and that mouth against his, a reminder of how much he desperately missed the feel of Obi-Wan’s body against his.
Yeah…more angst, it won’t all be angsty though!