
STAR WARS'
ANAKIN SKYWALKER
❛ HE IS NEITHER gentle nor kind, except in the most terrible of ways. He has the holy fire of the gods within him, that leaves his body gaunt, his blood burning, and his eyes intoxicating.❛
contains religious imagery. plot heavy & headcanon based. loved by mimi.
&*– kenobic

❝ a bit more faith, anakin. don’t you think we’ll make it out alive? ❞
he is mocking, of course he has thought this through. but even when things don’t
go as planned, nor as backup-planned, he still has the force, his feelings will guide
him. and in this case, he has a good feeling. calmly, he reaches for his own laser
sword, playfully twirls around the hilt, before he positions himself. when the battle
droids stomp around the corner, obi-wan kenobi welcomes them with a grin.❝ you go ahead, padawan.❞

he trusts his master. though the duo seemed more than a little
prone to troubling situations, obi-wan was his partner. anakin
shares his grin as the droids make their grand entrance, a
whirring buzz echoing from the chambers they inhabit. he pulls
his saber ( a shining, brilliant blue ) from his cloak, finally, and
jumps towards the first coming droid, && aiming for the chest.
this was when he felt most free – most himself.
being one with the force, and wielding his saber
to fight off attackers gave him a rush almost
indescribable. those that became a threat would
succumb to the power of a jedi. swift justice.
anakin slices through the metal pieces of junk that swarm him,
and releases a small chuckle. — “ how’s that for faith, master? “
his tone is playful, though a part of him desires the praise of
obi-wan. he had taken after him as a padawan afterall. he shuffles
close to the other jedi, keeping up his defense as more droids
make their way towards him.
“ i was never worried about making it out alive,
you know. only about how many pieces of
us there would be. “
their light conversation is closed by a grim smile from obi-wan’s side, the banter overshadowed by the seriousness of...