anakinobiwan

fic: as if there is such a thing

Directly post-Return of the Jedi | Anakin/Obi-Wan | 176

Luke knows the other man–the one he’s never seen before, not like this, not nearly so young–is his father. There’s something in the way Obi-Wan looks at the other spirit though, something that tells Luke that his father has been forgiven.

He had seen Darth Vader strike down his master, had heard Obi-Wan describe the way Anakin had ceased to exist when Vader had taken over.
There’s none of that sorrow now.

Leia distracts him and Luke turns to his sister, to Han and Chewie and C-3PO and R2-D2, but he glances back after a moment, thinks to tell them goodbye.

His father and Obi-Wan have turned away, but Yoda bows his head in Luke’s direction before he fades from sight.

Spirit form though they may be, Anakin Skywalker walks hand in hand with his old master Obi-Wan Kenobi before the darkness swallows up their visages.
Luke blinks, but slowly, the confusion in his expression is replaced by a growing smile.

For now, everyone has gotten their peace.

So I saw the Clone Wars trailer and as I curl up in a ball crying a lot I need to let out my feelings so read them if you want and then we should talk about it and cry together spoilers obviously and I talk about Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship a lot because no one is pointing out a certain apparent lack of it

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Master
  • Anakin:How come I'm the one getting caught all the time? It doesn't look good.
  • Obi-Wan:When you're a Jedi Master, you can make the plan.
  • Anakin:That's just it. How can I become a Jedi Master if I'm always getting caught?
  • Obi-Wan:At least you're a master at getting caught.
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Blade to blade, they were identical. After thousands of hours in lightsaber sparring, they knew each other better than brothers, more intimately than lovers; they were complementary halves of a single warrior. ~ Revenge of the Sith Novelization

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Anakin Remembers

by Matthew Lane

“I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can’t remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made
But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it’s all coming back to me”