#anakin and obi wan
Mace Windu: What do you think is the hardest thing to say?
Obi-Wan: I’m sorry.
Ahsoka: I was wrong.
Anakin: Worcestershire sauce.
Anakin: I love you
Obi-Wan:Don’t
Obi-Wan: you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning if you stay up late
Anakin: jokes on you, I’m gonna hate myself in the morning no matter what
Anakin: you ready?
Obi-Wan: not at all, but that’s never stopped us before
midnight comfort sketch
I cant w these new pics. Fucking bawling my eyes out like a baby rn
My
starlight in a bottle boy,
burning up from the inside.
My beloved supernova.
Finally come to end it all?
Finally going to let us rest?
Solar flare,
don’t you dare
burn
our house
down.
Time can only
heal the entry wound of the
poison barb
you left inside me:
rotting love,
festering longing -
purple toxin living in my
blood.
Your hand in
my hand,
but
time struck and
you stumbled —
down,
down,
down —
oh,
were our shattered knees
and
scraped hands,
blood-tinged teeth —
were they worth it?
(Was it worth it to
clasp
our hands
so tightly that
one circle, two —
rings of fire,
surrounding us both
forever?)
My once known shadow,
but my forever estranged enemy,
held me so tenderly when I gave him what he longed for:
goodbye.
You love that little blade:
cradle it’s handle oh so gently.
Sing it soft songs to sleep.
Warm it’s metal with your rest laden body.
You love that little blade -
even when it cuts.
Have you ever loved in scales?
Perfect balance?
Perfect symmetry?
Each step mirrored -
where one goes, the other
follows?
The smallest shift in weight can
jar the balance -
a breath,
a kiss,
a tear,
a moment.
A clang as joints disband.
A crash to the floor as you
spin out of orbit.
It will never be the same.
You will never be the same.
But -
But,
once,
you were lucky enough to
love
in scales.
Once,
you were whole and
perfect.
Oh,
sweet memory,
the icy blade between my
bones.
Oh, sweet love,
the ailment lingering in my
blood.
Oh, sweet agony,
burning through my
lungs.
Oh, sweet lover,
lost from me
forever.
Oh, sweet sadness:
eternal companion and
penance.
And he saved you from
disaster and ruin,
your beautiful fire-starting boy.
The flames he lets lick your
salt-soaked remains
don’t change that.
Many times,
he saved you.
Many times.
(It only takes once for
destruction
to lay waste.)
(It only takes
forever for a
heart to break.)
Carved your name into my
cold bones
and was stunned when you showed yours:
pristine.
Something tender,
something sweet;
loveliness found in
rotten meat.
And what of falling stars,
and crashing waves?
What of split tectonic plates?
What of
you,
me,
us,
and the yawning chasm
between?
(Do you still say my name like
the only
prayer
you’ve ever
known?)
And I wonder when I’ll stop
seeing your face
in every
tragedy and
betrayal.
One word,
never uttered,
forever lingering in my mouth
and
burning eyes.
One word I wished I had the courage to say:
Stay.
I opened my arms to comfort you
and
you went for my throat with a snarl.
Monsters need love, too
(but only on their terms).
I’m so tired of this
heartache
wrapped in
barb wired love.
Darling,
you are an
axe hammer
and, I -
a sheathed blade.
Do not forget:
we are both weapons.
(I know how to cut, too.)
And I am begging:
Don’t do this to him
(Don’t do this to yourself).
His end is not just his own.
Land of two setting suns.
Drink my daydreams of
us
from my
shivering
belly button.
Let me clasp my hands around you and
hold your
venomous maw
against my womb.
Beloved betrayer.
Erstwhile naysayer.
Dearest love,
I am
devoted
to you and your
damnation.
That poison from that cracked rock -
I drank it, too.
I drank it, too.