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May. 24th, 2025 06:36 pmThere is a small black cat scampering up the back of Obi-Wan's robe, followed by a larger white cat, the two of them playing even as their nails sink into the material of his robe, using him as a runway for when they launch themselves into the air. The bounce off a cupboard, nearly airborne and then Lucky lands on the counter, skittering frantically as she tries to find purchase and succeeds only in knocking Obi-Wan's mug of tea over, sending the liquid sloshing over his robe, the shirt he's wearing beneath it, and the front of his trousers.
"You monster," he says, his tone good natured as he steps back from the counter and begins to sop up the mess.
Lace, with his sweet eyes, stares up at him as he cleans, then licks his paw and begins to rub it over his head, as if to indicate he's offended by the mess Obi-Wan has found himself in.
"I do believe this is at least partly your fault," he points out. "If you hadn't been chasing your sister, she wouldn't have knocked over my tea."
Lace meows softly, then stretches, and trots over to where Lucky has arranged herself in a patch of sun in the middle of Obi-Wan's meditation area. He curls around her, licks her hear a few times, then settles in for a nap as Obi-Wan finishes cleaning the mess in the kitchen and then looks down at himself.
"I'm soaked through," he says to no one in particular and begins to disrobe. The robe first, hung over the back of a kitchen chair, then his t-shirt, his trousers. He's left in a pair of snug undergarments, the boxer briefs he likes, ones he believes Klaus purchased for him, if the pattern of little pink and red hearts is anything to go by. He's halfway to the laundry hamper, almost entirely naked, when the doorknob turns.
"You monster," he says, his tone good natured as he steps back from the counter and begins to sop up the mess.
Lace, with his sweet eyes, stares up at him as he cleans, then licks his paw and begins to rub it over his head, as if to indicate he's offended by the mess Obi-Wan has found himself in.
"I do believe this is at least partly your fault," he points out. "If you hadn't been chasing your sister, she wouldn't have knocked over my tea."
Lace meows softly, then stretches, and trots over to where Lucky has arranged herself in a patch of sun in the middle of Obi-Wan's meditation area. He curls around her, licks her hear a few times, then settles in for a nap as Obi-Wan finishes cleaning the mess in the kitchen and then looks down at himself.
"I'm soaked through," he says to no one in particular and begins to disrobe. The robe first, hung over the back of a kitchen chair, then his t-shirt, his trousers. He's left in a pair of snug undergarments, the boxer briefs he likes, ones he believes Klaus purchased for him, if the pattern of little pink and red hearts is anything to go by. He's halfway to the laundry hamper, almost entirely naked, when the doorknob turns.
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Feb. 11th, 2023 02:16 pmEven in a place like Darrow, Obi-Wan isn't a man prone to shock. Anything can happen and so, he assumes, everything is possible. Looking at it this way is both in keeping with his beliefs and training, and it means he's rarely unsettled by the sorts of things that happen in Darrow.
Waking up in a his dormitory room in the Jedi Temple, however, is enough to leave Obi-Wan entirely speechless.
The room is familiar. It isn't the temporary room he had been assigned during the Separatist War, the one he rarely spent time in, given the constantly busy nature of his life at the time, but the room he had once he became a Knight. The one he had been moved into as a young man, the room he had viewed as home for a very long time. His sleeping couch is plain, comfortable, but simple, and Obi-Wan pushes back the blankets to sit up, looking around in wonder at where he's found himself.
Behind a panel, his bookshelves. Tucked into the wall, his desk. His journal is set on one corner of the desk, his pen lying beside it. Behind another panel is his wardrobe and Obi-Wan pushes it open to view the robes inside.
Based on what he knows of the galaxy after his arrival in Darrow, the temple shouldn't exist in this state. If he reaches out within the Force, he can sense the other Jedi. The younglings. Padawans. Madame Jacosta, always such a strong presence, alive and well. It must be a dream. Impossible. All the Jedi, from what he knows, have been killed.
By his Padawan.
Obi-Wan hears the pain in his thought, accepts it, and lets it go. Then he heads from his inner chamber, into the shared space of the Knight dormitories, wondering who he might see.
Waking up in a his dormitory room in the Jedi Temple, however, is enough to leave Obi-Wan entirely speechless.
The room is familiar. It isn't the temporary room he had been assigned during the Separatist War, the one he rarely spent time in, given the constantly busy nature of his life at the time, but the room he had once he became a Knight. The one he had been moved into as a young man, the room he had viewed as home for a very long time. His sleeping couch is plain, comfortable, but simple, and Obi-Wan pushes back the blankets to sit up, looking around in wonder at where he's found himself.
Behind a panel, his bookshelves. Tucked into the wall, his desk. His journal is set on one corner of the desk, his pen lying beside it. Behind another panel is his wardrobe and Obi-Wan pushes it open to view the robes inside.
Based on what he knows of the galaxy after his arrival in Darrow, the temple shouldn't exist in this state. If he reaches out within the Force, he can sense the other Jedi. The younglings. Padawans. Madame Jacosta, always such a strong presence, alive and well. It must be a dream. Impossible. All the Jedi, from what he knows, have been killed.
By his Padawan.
Obi-Wan hears the pain in his thought, accepts it, and lets it go. Then he heads from his inner chamber, into the shared space of the Knight dormitories, wondering who he might see.
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Sep. 14th, 2022 03:28 pmIn what used to be an abandoned storefront near the school that used to boast a large FOR LEASE sign in a window now stands a store called Spooky Samhain. Obi-Wan has no idea when it arrived or who owns it, which is a little strange, given how much time he spends in the area.
He's also rather surprised they're here at all. He was always under the impression Klaus didn't particularly like Halloween.
The store seems to advertise carrying more or less anything one could want for Halloween. Decorations, costumes, accessories, smoke machines, makeup, even home decor, which Obi-Wan is very interested in. Not that he necessarily wants a Halloween themed throw pillow in his apartment, but he can't pretend he's not curious.
"Are here for costumes or decorations?" he asks as he holds the door open for Klaus.
Just inside the door is a large orange footprint that says step here, so Obi-Wan does. To the left of the door, right beside them, a large skeleton suddenly looms over, threatening to eat them whole, and Obi-Wan watches, delighted.
He's also rather surprised they're here at all. He was always under the impression Klaus didn't particularly like Halloween.
The store seems to advertise carrying more or less anything one could want for Halloween. Decorations, costumes, accessories, smoke machines, makeup, even home decor, which Obi-Wan is very interested in. Not that he necessarily wants a Halloween themed throw pillow in his apartment, but he can't pretend he's not curious.
"Are here for costumes or decorations?" he asks as he holds the door open for Klaus.
Just inside the door is a large orange footprint that says step here, so Obi-Wan does. To the left of the door, right beside them, a large skeleton suddenly looms over, threatening to eat them whole, and Obi-Wan watches, delighted.
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Oct. 21st, 2021 03:38 pmToday is Klaus's birthday.
Technically, it's the birthday for all the Hargreeves siblings, and while Obi-Wan thinks they might usually want to have a party, he suspects Ben's recent disappearance is likely still weighing too heavily on all of them for such a thing. Still, he wants to acknowledge the day, so he sends flowers to the others, a big bouquet for them to display in their home, accompanied by a nice box of chocolates the woman at the flower shop had kindly suggested.
Klaus, though, he has something else for. Knowing how he's been feeling lately about being in the house without Ben, Obi-Wan takes care to invite Klaus over this evening, making it a special invitation. The apartment is, of course, always open to him and they both know it, but he makes a greater effort this evening so that Klaus knows the day is still special.
He has arranged for a pleasant dinner to be brought to them, has purchased a nice bottle of wine, and has a small package for Klaus, a box sitting wrapped and tied with a bow on the living room table. Inside is a dog tag, just like the ones he already wears for Dave, and Obi-Wan deeply hopes it isn't too presumptuous a gift. Upon the tag, he'd had a date engraved. 01-02-2021. The first time he had ever told Klaus he loves him.
Satisfied with the entire set up, Obi-Wan takes one final look at himself in the mirror and fixes his hair as he waits for Klaus to arrive.
Technically, it's the birthday for all the Hargreeves siblings, and while Obi-Wan thinks they might usually want to have a party, he suspects Ben's recent disappearance is likely still weighing too heavily on all of them for such a thing. Still, he wants to acknowledge the day, so he sends flowers to the others, a big bouquet for them to display in their home, accompanied by a nice box of chocolates the woman at the flower shop had kindly suggested.
Klaus, though, he has something else for. Knowing how he's been feeling lately about being in the house without Ben, Obi-Wan takes care to invite Klaus over this evening, making it a special invitation. The apartment is, of course, always open to him and they both know it, but he makes a greater effort this evening so that Klaus knows the day is still special.
He has arranged for a pleasant dinner to be brought to them, has purchased a nice bottle of wine, and has a small package for Klaus, a box sitting wrapped and tied with a bow on the living room table. Inside is a dog tag, just like the ones he already wears for Dave, and Obi-Wan deeply hopes it isn't too presumptuous a gift. Upon the tag, he'd had a date engraved. 01-02-2021. The first time he had ever told Klaus he loves him.
Satisfied with the entire set up, Obi-Wan takes one final look at himself in the mirror and fixes his hair as he waits for Klaus to arrive.
[late june]
Jun. 1st, 2021 06:50 pmIt's been several days since the other people in Darrow began to disappear and, once he had assured himself his friends and family were still well in place, Obi-Wan had taken it upon himself to set off into the city and make certain things were relatively safe. There are still several officers of the law left and Obi-Wan is more than happy to leave the enforcement of laws to them, always preferring the position of peace keeper to soldier. He has no interest in patrolling the streets and trying to prevent crimes from happening. Instead, he wants to make sure people are safe, that they have places to go, food to eat, or help getting food if necessary.
He stops at the grocery store closest to his apartment and helps a few people who are struggling with what to do. One is a curly-haired young man he's seen at the library several times, standing uncomfortably near the door, clearly trying to work out what he ought to do. There's an underlying thread of anxiety in him and Obi-Wan approaches with a gentle smile.
"Are you alright?" he asks.
The boy looks at him, eyes wide, and he says, "I really need to pick up some groceries, but there's no one here and..." It's clear he doesn't want to do what he would consider stealing.
Obi-Wan looks into the store and says, "Perhaps you could write a note with what you took and leave it under one of the registers. I'm sure everything will get worked out in time. But no one would fault you for needing to eat. I can help if you like."
And so Obi-Wan spends the next few hours inside the store. He finds the manager's office and takes a small notebook, logging in the people who need groceries and are willing. Though he says nothing to those who avoid him, he does cast stern looks in their direction. Most people, it seems, want to be honest, and by the time he leaves, the notebook stowed safely in a drawer in the manager's desk, he's helped many people stock their refrigerators in a way they're comfortable with.
Back on the street, Obi-Wan moves along, looking for anything out of the ordinary. The entire city feels strange, empty in a way that Obi-Wan can feel in his entire being. The Force is quieter than it ought to be and he carries the weight of all this loss as he wanders the streets.
The sound of breaking glass several blocks over draws his attention and, one hand on the hilt of his lightsaber, Obi-Wan moves in that direction, trying to find the source, hoping everyone is safe.
He stops at the grocery store closest to his apartment and helps a few people who are struggling with what to do. One is a curly-haired young man he's seen at the library several times, standing uncomfortably near the door, clearly trying to work out what he ought to do. There's an underlying thread of anxiety in him and Obi-Wan approaches with a gentle smile.
"Are you alright?" he asks.
The boy looks at him, eyes wide, and he says, "I really need to pick up some groceries, but there's no one here and..." It's clear he doesn't want to do what he would consider stealing.
Obi-Wan looks into the store and says, "Perhaps you could write a note with what you took and leave it under one of the registers. I'm sure everything will get worked out in time. But no one would fault you for needing to eat. I can help if you like."
And so Obi-Wan spends the next few hours inside the store. He finds the manager's office and takes a small notebook, logging in the people who need groceries and are willing. Though he says nothing to those who avoid him, he does cast stern looks in their direction. Most people, it seems, want to be honest, and by the time he leaves, the notebook stowed safely in a drawer in the manager's desk, he's helped many people stock their refrigerators in a way they're comfortable with.
Back on the street, Obi-Wan moves along, looking for anything out of the ordinary. The entire city feels strange, empty in a way that Obi-Wan can feel in his entire being. The Force is quieter than it ought to be and he carries the weight of all this loss as he wanders the streets.
The sound of breaking glass several blocks over draws his attention and, one hand on the hilt of his lightsaber, Obi-Wan moves in that direction, trying to find the source, hoping everyone is safe.
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May. 5th, 2021 07:41 pmThough Obi-Wan knows better than the refer to what they're doing as hiking out loud, this morning, he and Klaus had left Darrow with comfortable shoes and bags to hold some food and water, and they'd walked out into the woods with the intention of finding a new place to meditate. It had been Obi-Wan's idea, wanting to expose Klaus to different places with different distractions so he could continue to evolve his practice and learn how to focus when other sounds or feelings were doing their best to pull him away.
It makes him smile to himself, the fact that he's convinced Klaus to go on a hike, of all things, to find a new place to meditate, of all things.
But as they walk through the woods, Obi-Wan's smile fades into something more serene. The trees grow closer together out here, the sounds of the city are very far away, and he almost feels as if he's back on Naboo, surrounded by the lush greenery of the planet. The leaves drip occasionally, water having collected on them, and every so often he can hear the sound of an animal moving somewhere off in the bush, possibly a deer at one point, then something smaller, maybe a rabbit or a badger.
"It's lovely out here, isn't it?" he asks as they crest a small rise. The sun has been up for hours, because while they started out in the morning, Obi-Wan had known better than to try and get Klaus out of the apartment too early. It's warm, the air is fresh, and he turns back to look over his shoulder, smiling as Klaus joins him.
It makes him smile to himself, the fact that he's convinced Klaus to go on a hike, of all things, to find a new place to meditate, of all things.
But as they walk through the woods, Obi-Wan's smile fades into something more serene. The trees grow closer together out here, the sounds of the city are very far away, and he almost feels as if he's back on Naboo, surrounded by the lush greenery of the planet. The leaves drip occasionally, water having collected on them, and every so often he can hear the sound of an animal moving somewhere off in the bush, possibly a deer at one point, then something smaller, maybe a rabbit or a badger.
"It's lovely out here, isn't it?" he asks as they crest a small rise. The sun has been up for hours, because while they started out in the morning, Obi-Wan had known better than to try and get Klaus out of the apartment too early. It's warm, the air is fresh, and he turns back to look over his shoulder, smiling as Klaus joins him.
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Apr. 5th, 2021 02:25 pmObi-Wan is entirely uncertain about the clothing lent to him by his neighbour across the hall, feeling utterly unlike himself in more ways than one, but it isn't as if he has many choices. His own clothing are all far too big, even when he tightens his belt to the very tightest hole, and while Klaus's pants fit better around the waist, they're much too long, the hems dragging even when he rolls them up several times.
As Klaus has happily pointed out several times, Obi-Wan is now, officially, tiny.
Renee is a good neighbour and she had welcomed Obi-Wan in, giving him a t-shirt with a band on it he doesn't recognize, as well as a pair of jeans with holes in the knees, but her shoes had all been much too large. He has his feet shoved into a pair of his own boots with socks rolled up and pushed into the toes so his feet don't immediately slip out. Even so, it's difficult to walk, and he shuffles along, one of his own sweatshirts zipped up over the t-shirt -- because Renee also hadn't been able to provide him with a bra -- and folded back over his hands.
He had sent Harley a text message to let her know he's in rather dire straits, although now, settled into the car he had summoned using the app on his phone, he supposes that's a bit dramatic. Still, he hopes she's received the message as the car carries him toward her apartment building.
Borrowing shoes that fit from Harley seems to be a bit of a risk, but his other option is Padmé and he doesn't think he's prepared to even imagine himself in Padmé's wardrobe.
As Klaus has happily pointed out several times, Obi-Wan is now, officially, tiny.
Renee is a good neighbour and she had welcomed Obi-Wan in, giving him a t-shirt with a band on it he doesn't recognize, as well as a pair of jeans with holes in the knees, but her shoes had all been much too large. He has his feet shoved into a pair of his own boots with socks rolled up and pushed into the toes so his feet don't immediately slip out. Even so, it's difficult to walk, and he shuffles along, one of his own sweatshirts zipped up over the t-shirt -- because Renee also hadn't been able to provide him with a bra -- and folded back over his hands.
He had sent Harley a text message to let her know he's in rather dire straits, although now, settled into the car he had summoned using the app on his phone, he supposes that's a bit dramatic. Still, he hopes she's received the message as the car carries him toward her apartment building.
Borrowing shoes that fit from Harley seems to be a bit of a risk, but his other option is Padmé and he doesn't think he's prepared to even imagine himself in Padmé's wardrobe.
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Mar. 10th, 2021 02:58 pmEventually he has no choice but to go.
Obi-Wan has been considering taking himself into the woods once the weather grows warmer, finding a place where he can camp for a few days, and spend as much of his time as possible meditating. While he meditates daily, finding peace in the act, there is much he hasn't allowed himself to explore while in these meditative states, much he's been choosing to avoid, which is as much a mistake as allowing the emotions surrounding these things to overwhelm him.
With everything Anakin now knows, he can avoid it no longer.
He takes very little with him, only his robe, warm and comfortable clothing, his lightsaber, some water. Everything else, including his telephone is left behind in his apartment. Before he leaves, early in the morning, he stops to see Klaus, letting him know what he's doing, where he'll be, and when he'll be back. He considers stopping to see Anakin, too, but in the end settles for leaving a note in his mailbox, a quick explanation just so he doesn't worry.
If he worries at all.
The chances of finding himself a place where no other people ever come is small, but Obi-Wan goes as deep into the woods as possible. The space he selects isn't a clearing at all, merely an indentation in the ground between a set of rather large boulders and the enormous trunk of a very old tree. He places his palm on the tree's bark before he settles in and closes his eyes, feeling the Force flowing through it, feeling just how old it truly is.
Then he sinks into the space between them, settling into the dry, dead leaves, crosses his legs and closes his eyes.
For the first time in a long time, he doesn't reach out for Qui-Gon. He doesn't reach out to anyone. Instead, he lets the events of the last months before arriving in Darrow play out, experiencing them as if for the first time in ways he hasn't allowed himself until now.
Behind his closed eyelids, despite his steady breathing and even steadier heart beat, he watches the horror of everything he's lost. He watches Maul use the Force to drag Satine to her death upon the darksaber. He sees the blank expression on Cody's face when he turns to find his Commander has taken a shot at him. He feels the loss of life, so many Jedi extinguished in the same few moments. The hologram of the younglings being killed, the knowledge of which he will have to release if he's to properly move on from these moments. The fight with Anakin that had stirred such rage in him, such despair. He relives all these moments one by one, examining them, holding them close, appraising and understanding the feelings they cause to rise within him, and then he does his best to let them go.
Nothing he does will undo the losses suffered. He cannot bring Satine back. Nor can he stop Order 66. The Jedi are gone. The Jedi Order exists no more. All that remains of it, at least for now, is here in Darrow and Obi-Wan has begun to believe the Order may have no place here. There is always room to learn and to grow. He will continue to offer that to Anakin and Ben and Rey if it's something they want, as well as seek it himself, but he is no longer Master and Anakin is no longer his Padawan. They're brothers. Friends.
Obi-Wan opens his eyes. Night has fallen and the moon is high. He doesn't feel tired, but still he relaxes his posture and closes his eyes once more, not to meditate this time, but to sleep, if only for a few hours.
When he wakes the sun is still below the horizon. He drinks some water, stands to stretch his legs, walking a short distance away from the place he's settled, then returning when he feels content. He sits again, the leaves crackling beneath his legs, places his hands on his knees and inhales, exhales, and closes his eyes.
This time, he seeks guidance.
I feel as if I've been dishonest, Qui-Gon. And you'll forgive me, I hope, if I no longer address you as Master. Anakin and I have agreed upon trying something new and while I still respect you and all you've taught me, I agree with him that to do away with these titles may be one of our best chances at taking a few steps forward.
Another slow breath in and out.
As a youngling, I wasn't sure I wanted to be a Jedi Master. The Order often felt restrictive to me, rules meant to be followed without question, and I was never comfortable with that. If we were not meant to question, why do we have free will? If the choice to follow the light is a choice we're meant to make with every decision, why can't we explore what the rules of the Jedi Order mean to us as individuals?
I loved Satine. I'm sure you knew. I would have left the Order for her and I'm sure you knew that as well. In that, I'm truly no different from Anakin, but it was Anakin we failed. Because these rules were so ironclad and no one thought to seek a better understanding of them. We only told him no, told him it was wrong, but where in the rules of the Order does it say this?
Obi-Wan's chest expands with another breath. His shoulders rise, then fall.
And now there is someone else. You would like him, Qui-Gon, he's somewhat rebellious, as were you. I can easily imagine you trading barbs, ones that may sting were they from someone else, but somehow still light hearted between the two of you. I understand that I steered Anakin wrong. I should not have tried to tell him his feelings for Padmé were inappropriate, but instead I should have helped him understand the difference between love, real love, and wanting to possess someone. I believe he loves her deeply and I believe here, outside of the constraints of the Order, he can become the man he was truly meant to be.
I feel as if I ought to have some guilt associated with my life as it's unfolded in Darrow. I don't. I do not regret having met Klaus. I do not regret guiding Anakin toward his relationship with Padmé, advising him to approach their marriage with fresh eyes, eyes that are not shaded by the rules of the Order. How can the Jedi be expected to continue to exist if we refuse to evolve, Qui-Gon?
Stars, I wish you were here so I could ask you these questions face to face.
He breathes deep, then exhales.
This is a new world. We must learn to be new within it.
The sun is high, indicating it's past noon, and for a moment Obi-Wan remains where he sits. He considers what he's said to Qui-Gon, even if he can no longer be heard, and knows he meant every word of it. Taking a drink from his water, he then stands again, goes for another walk, and considers whether he needs to stay here alone for very much longer. There is only so much he can meditate upon when there are no real answers to be found outside of simply living their lives.
He walks for longer than he means, this in itself another form of meditation, but then he returns to his little indentation in the earth as the sun sets and settles once more. The desire to meditate has left, at least for the time being, and Obi-Wan has spent two full days out here alone. He feels no closer to understanding where they must all go from here, but seeing the future was never the point.
What he does feel is acceptance. A sense of contentment. His motivations are rooted in good and while he and Anakin may no longer be Master and Padawan, there is still room for him to guide Anakin. And room for Anakin to guide him. They will learn together. All of them, this little family they've built up around themselves, both Force sensitive and not, from across all manners of universe.
For now, this is the life that matters. Their men are gone. The Jedi are gone. There is only forward, into the light. Into a new adventure.
Obi-Wan has been considering taking himself into the woods once the weather grows warmer, finding a place where he can camp for a few days, and spend as much of his time as possible meditating. While he meditates daily, finding peace in the act, there is much he hasn't allowed himself to explore while in these meditative states, much he's been choosing to avoid, which is as much a mistake as allowing the emotions surrounding these things to overwhelm him.
With everything Anakin now knows, he can avoid it no longer.
He takes very little with him, only his robe, warm and comfortable clothing, his lightsaber, some water. Everything else, including his telephone is left behind in his apartment. Before he leaves, early in the morning, he stops to see Klaus, letting him know what he's doing, where he'll be, and when he'll be back. He considers stopping to see Anakin, too, but in the end settles for leaving a note in his mailbox, a quick explanation just so he doesn't worry.
If he worries at all.
The chances of finding himself a place where no other people ever come is small, but Obi-Wan goes as deep into the woods as possible. The space he selects isn't a clearing at all, merely an indentation in the ground between a set of rather large boulders and the enormous trunk of a very old tree. He places his palm on the tree's bark before he settles in and closes his eyes, feeling the Force flowing through it, feeling just how old it truly is.
Then he sinks into the space between them, settling into the dry, dead leaves, crosses his legs and closes his eyes.
For the first time in a long time, he doesn't reach out for Qui-Gon. He doesn't reach out to anyone. Instead, he lets the events of the last months before arriving in Darrow play out, experiencing them as if for the first time in ways he hasn't allowed himself until now.
Behind his closed eyelids, despite his steady breathing and even steadier heart beat, he watches the horror of everything he's lost. He watches Maul use the Force to drag Satine to her death upon the darksaber. He sees the blank expression on Cody's face when he turns to find his Commander has taken a shot at him. He feels the loss of life, so many Jedi extinguished in the same few moments. The hologram of the younglings being killed, the knowledge of which he will have to release if he's to properly move on from these moments. The fight with Anakin that had stirred such rage in him, such despair. He relives all these moments one by one, examining them, holding them close, appraising and understanding the feelings they cause to rise within him, and then he does his best to let them go.
Nothing he does will undo the losses suffered. He cannot bring Satine back. Nor can he stop Order 66. The Jedi are gone. The Jedi Order exists no more. All that remains of it, at least for now, is here in Darrow and Obi-Wan has begun to believe the Order may have no place here. There is always room to learn and to grow. He will continue to offer that to Anakin and Ben and Rey if it's something they want, as well as seek it himself, but he is no longer Master and Anakin is no longer his Padawan. They're brothers. Friends.
Obi-Wan opens his eyes. Night has fallen and the moon is high. He doesn't feel tired, but still he relaxes his posture and closes his eyes once more, not to meditate this time, but to sleep, if only for a few hours.
When he wakes the sun is still below the horizon. He drinks some water, stands to stretch his legs, walking a short distance away from the place he's settled, then returning when he feels content. He sits again, the leaves crackling beneath his legs, places his hands on his knees and inhales, exhales, and closes his eyes.
This time, he seeks guidance.
I feel as if I've been dishonest, Qui-Gon. And you'll forgive me, I hope, if I no longer address you as Master. Anakin and I have agreed upon trying something new and while I still respect you and all you've taught me, I agree with him that to do away with these titles may be one of our best chances at taking a few steps forward.
Another slow breath in and out.
As a youngling, I wasn't sure I wanted to be a Jedi Master. The Order often felt restrictive to me, rules meant to be followed without question, and I was never comfortable with that. If we were not meant to question, why do we have free will? If the choice to follow the light is a choice we're meant to make with every decision, why can't we explore what the rules of the Jedi Order mean to us as individuals?
I loved Satine. I'm sure you knew. I would have left the Order for her and I'm sure you knew that as well. In that, I'm truly no different from Anakin, but it was Anakin we failed. Because these rules were so ironclad and no one thought to seek a better understanding of them. We only told him no, told him it was wrong, but where in the rules of the Order does it say this?
Obi-Wan's chest expands with another breath. His shoulders rise, then fall.
And now there is someone else. You would like him, Qui-Gon, he's somewhat rebellious, as were you. I can easily imagine you trading barbs, ones that may sting were they from someone else, but somehow still light hearted between the two of you. I understand that I steered Anakin wrong. I should not have tried to tell him his feelings for Padmé were inappropriate, but instead I should have helped him understand the difference between love, real love, and wanting to possess someone. I believe he loves her deeply and I believe here, outside of the constraints of the Order, he can become the man he was truly meant to be.
I feel as if I ought to have some guilt associated with my life as it's unfolded in Darrow. I don't. I do not regret having met Klaus. I do not regret guiding Anakin toward his relationship with Padmé, advising him to approach their marriage with fresh eyes, eyes that are not shaded by the rules of the Order. How can the Jedi be expected to continue to exist if we refuse to evolve, Qui-Gon?
Stars, I wish you were here so I could ask you these questions face to face.
He breathes deep, then exhales.
This is a new world. We must learn to be new within it.
The sun is high, indicating it's past noon, and for a moment Obi-Wan remains where he sits. He considers what he's said to Qui-Gon, even if he can no longer be heard, and knows he meant every word of it. Taking a drink from his water, he then stands again, goes for another walk, and considers whether he needs to stay here alone for very much longer. There is only so much he can meditate upon when there are no real answers to be found outside of simply living their lives.
He walks for longer than he means, this in itself another form of meditation, but then he returns to his little indentation in the earth as the sun sets and settles once more. The desire to meditate has left, at least for the time being, and Obi-Wan has spent two full days out here alone. He feels no closer to understanding where they must all go from here, but seeing the future was never the point.
What he does feel is acceptance. A sense of contentment. His motivations are rooted in good and while he and Anakin may no longer be Master and Padawan, there is still room for him to guide Anakin. And room for Anakin to guide him. They will learn together. All of them, this little family they've built up around themselves, both Force sensitive and not, from across all manners of universe.
For now, this is the life that matters. Their men are gone. The Jedi are gone. There is only forward, into the light. Into a new adventure.
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Mar. 4th, 2021 02:44 pmEven after all this time in Darrow, coming up on one full cycle soon, Obi-Wan hasn't adjusted to the more common sleep schedule of this city. It's a benefit that Klaus, too, stays up quite late into the night given how much time they spend together, but he prefers to sleep in, while Obi-Wan is usually awake before the sun rises. They've adjusted to this schedule, however, with Obi-Wan meditating or otherwise busying himself, allowing Klaus to sleep as long as he likes.
He deserves it, Obi-Wan thinks, after how little truly restful sleep he seems to get. And so he lets Klaus sleep in the mornings, laying alongside him, sometimes meditating, sometimes reading. He rises when he needs to, without waking Klaus, and when Klaus wakes, he joins Obi-Wan in whatever he may be doing.
There are mornings they wake each other on purpose, but that's an entirely different scenario.
Today, as Obi-Wan rises from sleep, he can sense something is wrong. Perhaps wrong isn't the right word. Something is different. There's an unfamiliarity in the Force, as if he's accessing it in a different way than he used to, and his own body feels ungainly, unrecognizable.
When he opens his eyes, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Klaus is still sleeping behind him, hair spread out across the pillow, his brow smoothed. Obi-Wan smiles fondly, reaching over to push a curl from Klaus's forehead and it's the sight of his hand that gives him pause. Where he should have a wide palm, blunt fingers, the hand he sees now is small, delicate, the fingers long and slender. He's still in control of it, but Obi-Wan stares down at the fingers, then moves slowly into a seated position.
As he does, the blankets fall away. Hair brushes the tops of his shoulders and he reaches up to touch it, then touches his suddenly smooth face. Brushing his hands over his face, he finds his nose different, thinner than it usually is. He touches his mouth and finds softer lips, then his teeth, somehow relieved that one crooked tooth remains.
His hands move over the rest of his body, his palms running over breasts he knows he hadn't had when falling asleep the night before. Obi-Wan's heart is still calm enough, he's more perplexed than anything, and he pushes the blanket back further, looking at the rest of his body appraisingly.
It seems somehow, overnight, he's found himself in a woman's body.
He deserves it, Obi-Wan thinks, after how little truly restful sleep he seems to get. And so he lets Klaus sleep in the mornings, laying alongside him, sometimes meditating, sometimes reading. He rises when he needs to, without waking Klaus, and when Klaus wakes, he joins Obi-Wan in whatever he may be doing.
There are mornings they wake each other on purpose, but that's an entirely different scenario.
Today, as Obi-Wan rises from sleep, he can sense something is wrong. Perhaps wrong isn't the right word. Something is different. There's an unfamiliarity in the Force, as if he's accessing it in a different way than he used to, and his own body feels ungainly, unrecognizable.
When he opens his eyes, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Klaus is still sleeping behind him, hair spread out across the pillow, his brow smoothed. Obi-Wan smiles fondly, reaching over to push a curl from Klaus's forehead and it's the sight of his hand that gives him pause. Where he should have a wide palm, blunt fingers, the hand he sees now is small, delicate, the fingers long and slender. He's still in control of it, but Obi-Wan stares down at the fingers, then moves slowly into a seated position.
As he does, the blankets fall away. Hair brushes the tops of his shoulders and he reaches up to touch it, then touches his suddenly smooth face. Brushing his hands over his face, he finds his nose different, thinner than it usually is. He touches his mouth and finds softer lips, then his teeth, somehow relieved that one crooked tooth remains.
His hands move over the rest of his body, his palms running over breasts he knows he hadn't had when falling asleep the night before. Obi-Wan's heart is still calm enough, he's more perplexed than anything, and he pushes the blanket back further, looking at the rest of his body appraisingly.
It seems somehow, overnight, he's found himself in a woman's body.
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Feb. 22nd, 2021 03:55 pmBesides Klaus, Obi-Wan has never attempted to train anyone in the ways of meditation who wasn't already a Jedi, well versed in the art of it and the focus it requires. While he believes Vanya wants to make this attempt, wants to find a way to better understand her own motivations and how to keep others safe from the powers that result when her emotions are overwhelming, he also knows he needs to approach this differently than he would have with Anakin or another Padawan.
They arrange to meet in the same location where they had stumbled across one another before. It's a peaceful clearing, one without distraction, and Obi-Wan believes it will be a good place to begin. In time he'll want her to try meditating even in places where she feels she can't, but for now, he understands they must start small.
And he hopes she's been practicing, as he suggested. Even if it's only five minutes, practice is the only thing that will help her achieve anything at all. As with most things in life, he's found. No one is naturally good at anything, not without a little help and practice.
He's already in the clearing, making sure the ground isn't too wet or too cold. While Obi-Wan can essentially remove himself from such experiences, Vanya is too new. Reducing the distractions is of the utmost importance for now.
They arrange to meet in the same location where they had stumbled across one another before. It's a peaceful clearing, one without distraction, and Obi-Wan believes it will be a good place to begin. In time he'll want her to try meditating even in places where she feels she can't, but for now, he understands they must start small.
And he hopes she's been practicing, as he suggested. Even if it's only five minutes, practice is the only thing that will help her achieve anything at all. As with most things in life, he's found. No one is naturally good at anything, not without a little help and practice.
He's already in the clearing, making sure the ground isn't too wet or too cold. While Obi-Wan can essentially remove himself from such experiences, Vanya is too new. Reducing the distractions is of the utmost importance for now.
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Feb. 11th, 2021 04:16 pmAdmittedly, this holiday makes even less sense to Obi-Wan than the others that have been explained to him thus far in Darrow. At least birthdays and Christmas and New Year's Eve have significance in terms of family and the turning over of a new leaf, so to speak, while Valentine's Day seems to be a day based solely in capitalism and commercialism.
He can't even begin to comprehend the winged babies who carry a bow and arrow he's seen depicted in a good number of decorations across the city.
His lack of understanding hasn't prevented him from buying Klaus a box of dark chocolate covered strawberries from a candy shop and bakery near his apartment. Earlier in the day he had stopped there, staring at the treats through the window, then he had gone inside on a whim, knowing Klaus would like them regardless of whether or not they had anything to do with the day itself.
What he's most interested in at this point is the meteor. He's heard a bit of gossip regarding it and it seems that a select group of people believe it's going to hit Darrow and obliterate everything, which Obi-Wan finds extremely unlikely. The chances of an impact event large enough to wipe out life are extremely low, though he supposes it isn't impossible. In either case, he sees little reason to worry. He's doubtful it will happen and if it does, there's nothing to be done about it at this late stage.
However, any sort of meteor may eventually be visible in the night sky and so it's with this plan in mind that he walks to the Hargreeves house, the box of chocolates held in his hands. Klaus had assured him the roof of the house would be the best place to watch him and he can't disagree. The roof of his own building was already filled with people when he set out half an hour earlier.
When he gets close, he sends Klaus a text message to let him know he's near, then heads for the front door to politely knock.
He can't even begin to comprehend the winged babies who carry a bow and arrow he's seen depicted in a good number of decorations across the city.
His lack of understanding hasn't prevented him from buying Klaus a box of dark chocolate covered strawberries from a candy shop and bakery near his apartment. Earlier in the day he had stopped there, staring at the treats through the window, then he had gone inside on a whim, knowing Klaus would like them regardless of whether or not they had anything to do with the day itself.
What he's most interested in at this point is the meteor. He's heard a bit of gossip regarding it and it seems that a select group of people believe it's going to hit Darrow and obliterate everything, which Obi-Wan finds extremely unlikely. The chances of an impact event large enough to wipe out life are extremely low, though he supposes it isn't impossible. In either case, he sees little reason to worry. He's doubtful it will happen and if it does, there's nothing to be done about it at this late stage.
However, any sort of meteor may eventually be visible in the night sky and so it's with this plan in mind that he walks to the Hargreeves house, the box of chocolates held in his hands. Klaus had assured him the roof of the house would be the best place to watch him and he can't disagree. The roof of his own building was already filled with people when he set out half an hour earlier.
When he gets close, he sends Klaus a text message to let him know he's near, then heads for the front door to politely knock.
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Jan. 28th, 2021 09:50 pmWhile a part of Obi-Wan appreciates there is no longer any war in which he's expected to fight, no expectation of being a general, no fighting against battle droids day in and day out while trying to wrangle both Anakin and Ahsoka, all while beating back Ventress, Maul, or whichever enemy had decided they wanted Obi-Wan's head on that particular day, he still isn't quite used to relaxation.
It feels indulgent. The Jedi have never exactly been known for their indulgence, which Obi-Wan knows Rael Averross would have said was one of their primary failures, and while he hadn't always agreed with Rael, he had respected the man. No matter where he finds himself, he doesn't imagine he'll ever turn into the Jedi Rael was during his days on Pijal -- using recreational drugs, going to bed with whoever was within a five foot radius -- but he thinks he can take at least some inspiration from him.
And that is why, this evening, Obi-Wan is sitting on his sofa, a steaming cup of tea waiting for him on the coffee table, a book of poetry in one hand, and Klaus's feet propped up in his lap. He has one hand curled over one foot, the pads of his fingers working onto the arch of Klaus's foot, massaging without really thinking about it. His focus is on the poetry instead, fascinated by the cadence of the words. So unlike poetry he had read on Coruscant, instead much wittier, much more real, and absolutely engrossing.
Music plays softly, something Klaus had picked, and Obi-Wan knows this is not the sort of night Rael would have considered at all entertaining, but he's quite content in this moment.
It feels indulgent. The Jedi have never exactly been known for their indulgence, which Obi-Wan knows Rael Averross would have said was one of their primary failures, and while he hadn't always agreed with Rael, he had respected the man. No matter where he finds himself, he doesn't imagine he'll ever turn into the Jedi Rael was during his days on Pijal -- using recreational drugs, going to bed with whoever was within a five foot radius -- but he thinks he can take at least some inspiration from him.
And that is why, this evening, Obi-Wan is sitting on his sofa, a steaming cup of tea waiting for him on the coffee table, a book of poetry in one hand, and Klaus's feet propped up in his lap. He has one hand curled over one foot, the pads of his fingers working onto the arch of Klaus's foot, massaging without really thinking about it. His focus is on the poetry instead, fascinated by the cadence of the words. So unlike poetry he had read on Coruscant, instead much wittier, much more real, and absolutely engrossing.
Music plays softly, something Klaus had picked, and Obi-Wan knows this is not the sort of night Rael would have considered at all entertaining, but he's quite content in this moment.
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Jan. 24th, 2021 02:04 pmWhen it comes down to filling his time in Darrow, Obi-Wan finds he is often at a loss. He spends time with Anakin and Padmé, of course, and with Rey. Then there's Klaus, who occupies a great deal of his time and he enjoys every moment of it, but they're not always together. There are many hours in which Obi-Wan is alone and while he reads and meditates, he knows sooner or later he is also going to have to find himself purpose.
Whether or not it's purpose with income, Obi-Wan doesn't particularly care, so long as he has the funds to continue to pay the rent on his apartment and enough for food. Beyond that, his needs are minimal. Books are free from the library, the tea he likes isn't particularly expensive, and he can get by on foods that are more or less there for nutritional value and little else.
In that, he and Klaus are very different, and it's a difference Obi-Wan does enjoy entertaining.
Tonight is a perfect example. He's standing in his bedroom in the same suit he had down to the Christmas party, a different shirt and tie beneath. He appraises himself in a manner in which he wouldn't usually, not especially prone to worrying about his appearance, but tonight he and Klaus have a reservation at what Klaus has assured him is an especially nice restaurant. This may not have been something he would have done on his own, but the thought of doing this with Klaus makes something warm bloom in his chest.
If he would like it to continue, however, he suspect a purpose with an income will be preferable.
Straightening his tie once more, Obi-Wan nods at his reflection, then retreats to the kitchen where he doesn't start to make tea, even though that's what his hands tell him he ought to be doing. He isn't nervous, not exactly, but his anticipation is high and so, standing in the middle of his kitchen, he closes his eyes and takes slow, calming breaths to lower his heart rate as he waits for Klaus.
Whether or not it's purpose with income, Obi-Wan doesn't particularly care, so long as he has the funds to continue to pay the rent on his apartment and enough for food. Beyond that, his needs are minimal. Books are free from the library, the tea he likes isn't particularly expensive, and he can get by on foods that are more or less there for nutritional value and little else.
In that, he and Klaus are very different, and it's a difference Obi-Wan does enjoy entertaining.
Tonight is a perfect example. He's standing in his bedroom in the same suit he had down to the Christmas party, a different shirt and tie beneath. He appraises himself in a manner in which he wouldn't usually, not especially prone to worrying about his appearance, but tonight he and Klaus have a reservation at what Klaus has assured him is an especially nice restaurant. This may not have been something he would have done on his own, but the thought of doing this with Klaus makes something warm bloom in his chest.
If he would like it to continue, however, he suspect a purpose with an income will be preferable.
Straightening his tie once more, Obi-Wan nods at his reflection, then retreats to the kitchen where he doesn't start to make tea, even though that's what his hands tell him he ought to be doing. He isn't nervous, not exactly, but his anticipation is high and so, standing in the middle of his kitchen, he closes his eyes and takes slow, calming breaths to lower his heart rate as he waits for Klaus.
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Jan. 12th, 2021 09:45 pmThat there is more significance to what he's about to do than Obi-Wan might have considered doesn't occur to him until he goes to pick up the spare key he'd had made and the girl at the counter had arched her eyebrow at him and given him a knowing little smile.
"Girlfriend?" she asked as she'd slid the key across to him and then began to process his payment.
"I'm sorry?" Obi-Wan asked as he took out his card, waiting for the machine in front of him to tell him it was ready for his payment and then tapping his card against it. At the sound of the beep, he had looked up at the girl behind the counter, still smiling at him like that.
"The key," she said. "Is it for your girlfriend?"
"Oh," Obi-Wan answered, then shook his head. "No. Just a good friend."
"You're giving a key to your place to just a good friend?" the girl had asked and then she shook her head. "Nah, that's not how it works. Whoever is getting this key is more important than that." She tapped the key twice with her fingernail, then pushed it across the counter to Obi-Wan, printed his receipt and wished him a good day. All with that knowing smile.
And now Obi-Wan is wondering if he's made a misstep. It's too late, he's already arranged to meet Klaus and he's already told him he has something to give him. If he wanted to, he supposes he could stop somewhere and buy something else, but he doesn't want to. He's not sure why such significance is attached to a simple key, not when Obi-Wan himself has the ability to unlock a door with a simple wave of his hand. Of course he wouldn't give a key to his apartment to just anyone and of course he's giving one to Klaus because Klaus is important to him, but he doesn't think it needs to carry the sort of weight the girl in the shop had suggested.
Still, he frowns down at his hands as he waits for Klaus in the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet. It's clear to Obi-Wan that in his tendency to not allow himself to become too deeply involved with anyone besides Satine and Siri, he's missed on some rather specific clues in relationships over the years.
"Girlfriend?" she asked as she'd slid the key across to him and then began to process his payment.
"I'm sorry?" Obi-Wan asked as he took out his card, waiting for the machine in front of him to tell him it was ready for his payment and then tapping his card against it. At the sound of the beep, he had looked up at the girl behind the counter, still smiling at him like that.
"The key," she said. "Is it for your girlfriend?"
"Oh," Obi-Wan answered, then shook his head. "No. Just a good friend."
"You're giving a key to your place to just a good friend?" the girl had asked and then she shook her head. "Nah, that's not how it works. Whoever is getting this key is more important than that." She tapped the key twice with her fingernail, then pushed it across the counter to Obi-Wan, printed his receipt and wished him a good day. All with that knowing smile.
And now Obi-Wan is wondering if he's made a misstep. It's too late, he's already arranged to meet Klaus and he's already told him he has something to give him. If he wanted to, he supposes he could stop somewhere and buy something else, but he doesn't want to. He's not sure why such significance is attached to a simple key, not when Obi-Wan himself has the ability to unlock a door with a simple wave of his hand. Of course he wouldn't give a key to his apartment to just anyone and of course he's giving one to Klaus because Klaus is important to him, but he doesn't think it needs to carry the sort of weight the girl in the shop had suggested.
Still, he frowns down at his hands as he waits for Klaus in the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet. It's clear to Obi-Wan that in his tendency to not allow himself to become too deeply involved with anyone besides Satine and Siri, he's missed on some rather specific clues in relationships over the years.
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Dec. 13th, 2020 06:26 pmAs is often the case when it comes to Klaus Hargreeves, as Obi-Wan has learned, they don't need to make specific plans in order to have a good time. Tonight is only different in that they had actually intended to meet one another, had spoken of it a few days earlier, decided to have dinner, and are now walking along the sidewalk, Klaus's hand tucked into Obi-Wan's elbow. He expects they'll end up at his apartment eventually, but for the time being, he's utterly content just to walk around with Klaus and explore the city.
People often seem to think he's lying when he says Darrow has a fascinating and diverse world to learn. A man who has travelled across the galaxy, who grew up on a planet with over five thousand levels shouldn't be so interested in a place with such limits, but he genuinely is. Darrow is unlike any of the worlds he's been to. Some places have things in common with certain levels on Coruscant, but nothing is exactly the same.
For that reason alone, he knows he could spend a great deal of time getting to know this city.
"Where to next?" he asks as he and Klaus stroll along. He's in no rush, but he expects Klaus will have some sort of idea where they ought to go.
People often seem to think he's lying when he says Darrow has a fascinating and diverse world to learn. A man who has travelled across the galaxy, who grew up on a planet with over five thousand levels shouldn't be so interested in a place with such limits, but he genuinely is. Darrow is unlike any of the worlds he's been to. Some places have things in common with certain levels on Coruscant, but nothing is exactly the same.
For that reason alone, he knows he could spend a great deal of time getting to know this city.
"Where to next?" he asks as he and Klaus stroll along. He's in no rush, but he expects Klaus will have some sort of idea where they ought to go.
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Dec. 3rd, 2020 06:39 pmThus far, Obi-Wan finds he quite likes Darrow's nightlife, though after his experience in the dance club when he had met Klaus, he's found himself gently and pleasantly rebuffing any advances that come his way. And while it's certainly true they haven't made promises to one another and that Klaus wouldn't expect Obi-Wan to be turning other people down, he's a man who has gone without for a much longer time than many, and he feels no reason to branch out from what he already has.
That doesn't mean he can't make new friends.
Tonight he's found himself in a place called Hideout, a loud, crowded, rather grungy place that has Obi-Wan absolutely delighted. The musicians on stage are wonderfully noisy and he listens to them with pleasure for a time, standing near the stage, a cheap beer in his hand, his head bouncing to the music. One of the musicians, the young woman holding what Obi-Wan believes is a bass guitar, keeps looking his way and smiling in a way he understands means she might like to speak with him after their set it done. He smiles back, but after a few minutes he ducks away, returning to the bar to get himself another drink.
It's there he catches sight of a familiar face on the other end of the bar. As he waits for his drink, he leans his elbow on the bar and sets his chin in his hand, waiting, too, for Klaus to notice him.
That doesn't mean he can't make new friends.
Tonight he's found himself in a place called Hideout, a loud, crowded, rather grungy place that has Obi-Wan absolutely delighted. The musicians on stage are wonderfully noisy and he listens to them with pleasure for a time, standing near the stage, a cheap beer in his hand, his head bouncing to the music. One of the musicians, the young woman holding what Obi-Wan believes is a bass guitar, keeps looking his way and smiling in a way he understands means she might like to speak with him after their set it done. He smiles back, but after a few minutes he ducks away, returning to the bar to get himself another drink.
It's there he catches sight of a familiar face on the other end of the bar. As he waits for his drink, he leans his elbow on the bar and sets his chin in his hand, waiting, too, for Klaus to notice him.
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Nov. 24th, 2020 03:01 pmAlthough Obi-Wan has noticed the increase of red and orange decorations in shop windows in recent weeks, he hasn't given it much thought. The bird -- a turkey, he's been told -- is another one he doesn't really understand, but as with all the worlds he's been to, Darrow has its own customs and so he finds nothing all that unusual about it. Mostly he's just let it all pass him by without much thought.
There are other things on his mind lately. He's still trying to work out what he might do for work in this place, knowing his skills aren't quite what most people look for when handing out a job at a restaurant or a book store. He doubts very much he would want either of those jobs anyway. There is Anakin and Padmé to consider as well and although he's taken a rather large step back in that regard, wanting them to enjoy their life together, he still thinks about them with regularity.
They deserve to be happy. He wants that for them.
And there's Klaus, of course. He occupies a great deal of Obi-Wan's thoughts lately in an entirely pleasant manner. In fact, he finds he can't remember the last time he felt this generally content and relaxed. There are still worries that arise, things he must meditate on before they retreat once more and while he has still come to no final solution on these things, he finds he can at least set them aside with more ease.
Today, he's just finished meditating, and is in his kitchen, filling the kettle so he can make himself a pot of tea. He has no plans for the evenings, will likely stay home and read, but he thinks of Klaus for a moment and finds himself grinning down at the water as it fill the kettle.
There are other things on his mind lately. He's still trying to work out what he might do for work in this place, knowing his skills aren't quite what most people look for when handing out a job at a restaurant or a book store. He doubts very much he would want either of those jobs anyway. There is Anakin and Padmé to consider as well and although he's taken a rather large step back in that regard, wanting them to enjoy their life together, he still thinks about them with regularity.
They deserve to be happy. He wants that for them.
And there's Klaus, of course. He occupies a great deal of Obi-Wan's thoughts lately in an entirely pleasant manner. In fact, he finds he can't remember the last time he felt this generally content and relaxed. There are still worries that arise, things he must meditate on before they retreat once more and while he has still come to no final solution on these things, he finds he can at least set them aside with more ease.
Today, he's just finished meditating, and is in his kitchen, filling the kettle so he can make himself a pot of tea. He has no plans for the evenings, will likely stay home and read, but he thinks of Klaus for a moment and finds himself grinning down at the water as it fill the kettle.
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Nov. 15th, 2020 04:12 pmThe weather is turning steadily chillier with each passing day, though Obi-Wan is still warm enough when he drapes his robes over his shoulders. It's a pleasant enough afternoon when he heads out, not with any particular destination in mind, but with the growing understanding that he's going to need to find something to do with himself at some point.
An idea may come to him eventually, but it may not. He's certainly not above asking for help, not when he's well aware this place is unlike any other he's ever been to. There is occasionally call for a Jedi, like there had been the evening in East Hallow, but otherwise, his skills aren't quite as necessary as they had once been.
It doesn't leave him at a loss exactly. He just knows eventually something will have to change.
He's thinking about it today and when he sees a familiar face, clearly mulling something over, Obi-Wan smiles and heads in Dan's direction.
"Hello, there," he says pleasantly when he's near enough.
An idea may come to him eventually, but it may not. He's certainly not above asking for help, not when he's well aware this place is unlike any other he's ever been to. There is occasionally call for a Jedi, like there had been the evening in East Hallow, but otherwise, his skills aren't quite as necessary as they had once been.
It doesn't leave him at a loss exactly. He just knows eventually something will have to change.
He's thinking about it today and when he sees a familiar face, clearly mulling something over, Obi-Wan smiles and heads in Dan's direction.
"Hello, there," he says pleasantly when he's near enough.
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Nov. 15th, 2020 03:59 pmDespite the horror of Halloween night in East Hallow, Obi-Wan has been in a rather cheerful mood of late. There are reasons for this, ones he doesn't share with anyone, not out of any particular desire to keep it secret, but because he sees no reason he ought to. Foolish, perhaps, given how long he had waited for Anakin to admit to his relationship with Padmé, but he's doing his best to support them. Not to worry about himself.
But he's in a good mood all the same and though he remains on guard, watchful and ever aware of the world around him, he's also settling into this newfound home of theirs.
It's brought him around to thinking he may need to look into ways to supplement his income, something he's never before needed to concern himself with.
He's out today, trying to work out where to begin. The library has seemed like the right place to start and he's on his way there when he stops at a cafe to buy himself a coffee. He's rarely had coffee as good as the ones from this particular cafe and when he steps back out onto the sidewalk, it's with a rather pleased smile.
Then he continues on his way, walking toward the library at a leisurely pace and while he's adopted a more common attire in general, he still wears his lightsaber on his belt, and his regular clothing are under his billowing robe. He still doesn't quite fit in.
But he's in a good mood all the same and though he remains on guard, watchful and ever aware of the world around him, he's also settling into this newfound home of theirs.
It's brought him around to thinking he may need to look into ways to supplement his income, something he's never before needed to concern himself with.
He's out today, trying to work out where to begin. The library has seemed like the right place to start and he's on his way there when he stops at a cafe to buy himself a coffee. He's rarely had coffee as good as the ones from this particular cafe and when he steps back out onto the sidewalk, it's with a rather pleased smile.
Then he continues on his way, walking toward the library at a leisurely pace and while he's adopted a more common attire in general, he still wears his lightsaber on his belt, and his regular clothing are under his billowing robe. He still doesn't quite fit in.
