it’s time to wake up from your dream; hc_bingo
Title: it’s time to wake up from your dream
Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: Drugged
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 528
Rating: PG
Warnings: Use of date rape drug
Summary: He thinks it's funny, really, to feel like this.
AN: Admittedly, did not go the way I wanted it to go. Feels more like introspection instead of what it probably should be. I used some of the symptoms of ketamine, most importantly dissociation. Also, the title comes from "Bon Bon Chocolat" by EVERGLOW.
The ground seems to shake as he stumbles towards a wall, something to hold himself up. Something in what he’s consumed doesn’t agree with him. That’s the explanation he sticks with because the others are too ridiculous.
But one sticks, one he doesn’t think is likely. His head feels fuzzy, like he’s drugged or something, but these things don’t happen to men. At least, he’s never heard of this happening to anyone but women.
He doesn’t remember the taste of his drink being funny, but all he remembers tasting is the strong burn of alcohol.
“Anakin?” The voice is there but not, like he’s not himself, hearing this through someone else. He thinks he hears concern in Obi-Wan’s voice, but he isn’t sure.
The world is completely different from before.
“Yes,” he answers, his voice slurred and faint. He feels off, but he doesn’t know how to convey this to Obi-Wan. But he doesn’t need to worry, as Obi-Wan takes him by the hand and leads him out of the room.
He stumbles behind him, his hand being the only link Anakin has to reality at this moment. It’s nice to not have to think too hard. Life is harder than he expected.
A young country boy who stumbles into the city with wide eyes and optimism that Obi-Wan envies-at least, that’s what he tells Anakin. He thinks of the boy that existed once long ago, characterized by his desire for something exciting and new.
He mourns for that boy-in this hazy mind of his. Anakin has time to think about how he has changed with experience and failure. He thinks of the times he’s had his heart broken and crushed, crumbled to dust, and maybe he thinks that he’s being a bit melodramatic despite this being all true.
(Maybe, just maybe, he’s exaggerating in his mind because she’s his first love and he still wants that fairytale ending, even if he’s not in love with her anymore.)
Obi-Wan always takes good care of him, even when he’s hurting and taking it out on everything and everyone. And this time is no different as he finds himself directed to a bed and being forced to lay on it.
He feels himself slowly coming back to his own body, but the dizziness persists, growing in strength, and he finds himself wanting to dissociate with his body, again. He can feel the weakness in his limbs, but he doesn’t move them in fear of confirming what he wants to avoid thinking about.
It’s easier to wallow in denial, think that his pounding headache and the dizziness and the scattered thoughts are all due to him drinking too much, but it’s hard to ignore that he hasn’t even finished one drink before feeling these symptoms and more.
Obi-Wan is fretting, pacing the room, and he thinks that it’s almost adorable. He wants to reach out for his phone or something but moving is too hard and just shifting his body a bit makes the headache worse, and so he’s stuck just trying to cement this moment in his mind.
It’ll make a funny story if he can remember this.
Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: Drugged
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 528
Rating: PG
Warnings: Use of date rape drug
Summary: He thinks it's funny, really, to feel like this.
AN: Admittedly, did not go the way I wanted it to go. Feels more like introspection instead of what it probably should be. I used some of the symptoms of ketamine, most importantly dissociation. Also, the title comes from "Bon Bon Chocolat" by EVERGLOW.
The ground seems to shake as he stumbles towards a wall, something to hold himself up. Something in what he’s consumed doesn’t agree with him. That’s the explanation he sticks with because the others are too ridiculous.
But one sticks, one he doesn’t think is likely. His head feels fuzzy, like he’s drugged or something, but these things don’t happen to men. At least, he’s never heard of this happening to anyone but women.
He doesn’t remember the taste of his drink being funny, but all he remembers tasting is the strong burn of alcohol.
“Anakin?” The voice is there but not, like he’s not himself, hearing this through someone else. He thinks he hears concern in Obi-Wan’s voice, but he isn’t sure.
The world is completely different from before.
“Yes,” he answers, his voice slurred and faint. He feels off, but he doesn’t know how to convey this to Obi-Wan. But he doesn’t need to worry, as Obi-Wan takes him by the hand and leads him out of the room.
He stumbles behind him, his hand being the only link Anakin has to reality at this moment. It’s nice to not have to think too hard. Life is harder than he expected.
A young country boy who stumbles into the city with wide eyes and optimism that Obi-Wan envies-at least, that’s what he tells Anakin. He thinks of the boy that existed once long ago, characterized by his desire for something exciting and new.
He mourns for that boy-in this hazy mind of his. Anakin has time to think about how he has changed with experience and failure. He thinks of the times he’s had his heart broken and crushed, crumbled to dust, and maybe he thinks that he’s being a bit melodramatic despite this being all true.
(Maybe, just maybe, he’s exaggerating in his mind because she’s his first love and he still wants that fairytale ending, even if he’s not in love with her anymore.)
Obi-Wan always takes good care of him, even when he’s hurting and taking it out on everything and everyone. And this time is no different as he finds himself directed to a bed and being forced to lay on it.
He feels himself slowly coming back to his own body, but the dizziness persists, growing in strength, and he finds himself wanting to dissociate with his body, again. He can feel the weakness in his limbs, but he doesn’t move them in fear of confirming what he wants to avoid thinking about.
It’s easier to wallow in denial, think that his pounding headache and the dizziness and the scattered thoughts are all due to him drinking too much, but it’s hard to ignore that he hasn’t even finished one drink before feeling these symptoms and more.
Obi-Wan is fretting, pacing the room, and he thinks that it’s almost adorable. He wants to reach out for his phone or something but moving is too hard and just shifting his body a bit makes the headache worse, and so he’s stuck just trying to cement this moment in his mind.
It’ll make a funny story if he can remember this.