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Obi-Wan Kenobi ([personal profile] larger_world) wrote2020-11-15 03:49 pm
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It is, perhaps, the most normal thing Obi-Wan finds himself doing now that he's in Darrow. It's Sunday evening, he's dressed in clothes more fitting of a Darrow resident -- the denim trousers he's come to quite like and a plain sweatshirt under his long robe -- and he's wandering the aisles of a grocery store, one of the baskets from the front hooked over his arm as he fills it with food.

For so long they had been on the front lines of a war. Before that, the temple on Coruscant had supplied him with everything he would need, or those housing him and Qui-Gon if they had gone on a mission. Obi-Wan has never really needed to cook for himself, but he's a smart man, resourceful, and he's learned a fair bit in his time here.

That doesn't mean he doesn't also want a frozen pizza every now and again.

What he's not expecting is to turn down another aisle, reading the back of the frozen pizza box, and find himself standing mere feet from Anakin's grandson. He looks up when he senses him, then smiles and puts the pizza box in the basket.

"Ben," he says in greeting. "How are you?"
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-11-17 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
If not for the robes, he might have been any other man in the grocery store, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and carrying a box of frozen pizza. But the presence of the robe only made the moment stranger, incongruous with the legacy of the great Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Ben, equally far from his own reputation, was a bit pale under the florescent lights, wearing all black and carrying a basket of shortbread cookies and feminine products, among other things.

"Master Kenobi," he said wryly. "I'm... alright, I suppose." It still struck him as a strange question. Before his arrival in Darrow, it wasn't something he'd been asked, or even considered asking of anyone else, in a very long time.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-11-30 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ben arched a brow.

"I'd rather not," he said, faintly amused by the idea. He wasn't sure he'd ever fully get used to knowing this man— his namesake who'd died before he was even born.

"I've never been very good at it. I have memories of cooking with my mother, now and then, but I'm not sure she as very good at it, either."

For most of his life, Leia had been busy with far more important things, something he'd both resented and admired.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-12-06 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Lips curling into a smirk, Ben admitted, "It's difficult to imagine him in the flesh. I've only heard stories."

Giving his basket a quick once-over, he nodded, gesturing towards the check out.

"My uncle wasn't always forthcoming with details."
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-12-10 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"It might've been that he wasn't forthcoming with the details I wanted," Ben admitted, lips pressed into a thin line. Ben craved stories of his father, his mother, the adventures they'd had together and apart. He'd craved stories of Anakin, of the man he'd become, of the power he'd wielded. And then he'd craved no connection to any of them, clinging to the idea that he would not be his father's son. He'd wanted to know everything he could about Darth Vader, so that he could surpass him in every way.

Stories were the past, and the past was dead. Or, he'd wanted desperately to believe that it could be. But he couldn't kill it, couldn't bury it, no matter how hard he tried.

"He spoke more often of you than he did of his time on Dagobah."
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-12-17 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose that you should know that Luke regretted taking me on as a pupil," Ben admitted, once they were out in the street, his hands occupied by grocery bags. "Last I heard, he believed that the Jedi should've died with Anakin."

Drawing in a breath, he said, "I hated hearing stories about my parents. Being defined by those who came before me."

His lips pressed into a thin smile. "Perhaps another time. But if you have any questions for me, I'll answer as best I can."
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-12-22 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Some," Ben said, adding, "I did enough of that on my own."

He'd closed himself off as a boy. Gradually, then with more conviction when Snoke's voice began whispering in his ear.

"How much of our story has Rey told you?"
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-12-27 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Before Palpatine lured her to Exegol, I was there, trying to convince her of the same."

It was a bit more complicated than that, and he'd cared little for her bloodline, but their goals were ultimately the same: To see Rey on the sith throne. To see her rule the galaxy, in the name of the dark side.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2021-01-01 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"She did," he answered simply, his jaw clenched tight. "Among other things."

He thought of his mother, of her light and warmth reaching out towards him, in his darkest moments. And his father's anguished face, and the forgiveness that had come so easily, even if it had only been within his own mind.

"When I was boy, around the time my mother sent me off to Skywalker's temple, I began to hear the voice of a man, who... Whom I believed saw something special in me. But it was Palpatine, all along, and I believe now that he was only using me to get to her."