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[sept 22] [star wars] Staring contest
Title: Staring contest
Theme: The observed observer
Series: Star Wars
Character/Pairing: Anakin, Obi-Wan
Rating: G
"You're staring at me again."
Obi-Wan looked up from the map he'd been studying. Plastic pieces of several shapes and of two colors were arranged all over the map. The shapes represented the different kinds of battle units, and the colors established whose they were. Red for the separatists, blue for the Federation. "What are you talking about? I haven't looked at you for the past fifteen minutes." It was true; he'd been working out tomorrow's tactics ever since he'd tumbled back into their tent.
"You're not doing it now. At least not staring-staring."
"Anakin." Obi-Wan buried his face in his hands. Anakin noticed, for the first time, how long Obi-Wan's hair had grown. His front locks, when they covered his face, were long enough to cover his nose. It wasn't for lack of materials. There were plenty of sharp things around, and the lightsabers served as a last resort. "Please try to make sense. No games."
"I'm not playing with you." Now that he was paying attention, he also saw how Obi-Wan's hair had arranged itself in greasy clumps. Felt the greasiness from his own hair. He'd go outside the next time it rained, it was the closest thing to a 'fresher he could get. "There are ways to stare without looking, like through the Force, I felt you feeling out for me all of today. And you're not staring at me now, but you were before. Out of the corner of your eye."
Obi-Wan crossed his arms. "First of all, I was feeling you through the Force to make sure your head and no other body parts had been destroyed. Believe it or not, I do like to know that you're all right, and you weren't in my direct line of sight. Second of all, I have no clue what you're talking about. I think you're being paranoid." That said and done, Obi-Wan went back to his map, the wrinkle between his eyes furrowing further.
I'm not, Anakin thought petulantly. Just because he didn't know how to express it didn't mean it wasn't true. There was no concrete proof he could draw up, but he had the distinct that feeling that Obi-Wan had staring at him, furtively, for a while now. He knew what it was liked to be watched by Obi-Wan. After all, that's what Obi-Wan did when he'd still been his official Master and teacher: watch and critique. He had kept on watching after Anakin had been knighted-- old habits die hard. But there was plenty to occupy his attention, and he'd started to let Anakin off on his own. Now Obi-Wan's eyes were back on him. Not openly, like before, but like a secret, so that by the time Anakin had turned around, Obi-Wan was looking in another direction.
He fingered his hair and felt bad for Obi-Wan. He wasn't much to look at, these days.
Theme: The observed observer
Series: Star Wars
Character/Pairing: Anakin, Obi-Wan
Rating: G
"You're staring at me again."
Obi-Wan looked up from the map he'd been studying. Plastic pieces of several shapes and of two colors were arranged all over the map. The shapes represented the different kinds of battle units, and the colors established whose they were. Red for the separatists, blue for the Federation. "What are you talking about? I haven't looked at you for the past fifteen minutes." It was true; he'd been working out tomorrow's tactics ever since he'd tumbled back into their tent.
"You're not doing it now. At least not staring-staring."
"Anakin." Obi-Wan buried his face in his hands. Anakin noticed, for the first time, how long Obi-Wan's hair had grown. His front locks, when they covered his face, were long enough to cover his nose. It wasn't for lack of materials. There were plenty of sharp things around, and the lightsabers served as a last resort. "Please try to make sense. No games."
"I'm not playing with you." Now that he was paying attention, he also saw how Obi-Wan's hair had arranged itself in greasy clumps. Felt the greasiness from his own hair. He'd go outside the next time it rained, it was the closest thing to a 'fresher he could get. "There are ways to stare without looking, like through the Force, I felt you feeling out for me all of today. And you're not staring at me now, but you were before. Out of the corner of your eye."
Obi-Wan crossed his arms. "First of all, I was feeling you through the Force to make sure your head and no other body parts had been destroyed. Believe it or not, I do like to know that you're all right, and you weren't in my direct line of sight. Second of all, I have no clue what you're talking about. I think you're being paranoid." That said and done, Obi-Wan went back to his map, the wrinkle between his eyes furrowing further.
I'm not, Anakin thought petulantly. Just because he didn't know how to express it didn't mean it wasn't true. There was no concrete proof he could draw up, but he had the distinct that feeling that Obi-Wan had staring at him, furtively, for a while now. He knew what it was liked to be watched by Obi-Wan. After all, that's what Obi-Wan did when he'd still been his official Master and teacher: watch and critique. He had kept on watching after Anakin had been knighted-- old habits die hard. But there was plenty to occupy his attention, and he'd started to let Anakin off on his own. Now Obi-Wan's eyes were back on him. Not openly, like before, but like a secret, so that by the time Anakin had turned around, Obi-Wan was looking in another direction.
He fingered his hair and felt bad for Obi-Wan. He wasn't much to look at, these days.