Anakin reached for his laptop with a sigh. He hadn't written to Obi-Wan since Obi-Wan had returned from his negotiations on Alderaan.

He needed to ask permission to bring his workshop to Coruscant later in the session.

He wanted to kill Obi-Wan for the photos he'd sent to Rory. Which reminded him...he scrawled a note on a scrap of paper--more ( Read more... )

Anakin sat in his room, trying to concentrate on his meditation.

His mind was whirling with too many thoughts to really concentrate, though.

There had been the trip to Washington DC, celebrating a six-month anniversary, and puppy-sitting while Rory had been gone (It was better when she'd come back, of course). He'd checked up on Tyler like he'd ( Read more... )

Anakin sat crosslegged on his bed, working on a new meditation exercise Obi-Wan had sent him in a recent package.

Yoda, floating around the room close to the ceiling, was not at all enamored with it. His tiny turtle-y rage went unnoticed.

( Anakin's communication device chirped... )

Anakin hadn't gone back to sleep after the nightmare from last night, and had spent most of the day trying to ignore the echoes of the voices in his head and the visions of people in pain he kept catching out of the corner of his eye ( Read more... )

It had been a very long week, Anakin thought with a sigh as he unlocked his new dorm room and set Yoda down on the desk.

There had been getting drunk with Jaye, a discussion about lightsabers that had apparently traumatized Dean, and yummy carrot cake from Sam. And then there had been kissing of the other Sam. Yes, the guy. Anakin blamed the ( Read more... )

Anakin hadn't gotten much sleep last night ( Read more... )

It had been a busy couple of days. Anakin had met a bunch of the new students-- Willow, Jamie, Marie, Alec and Kaylee--and caught up with some old friends-- Isabel, V, and Piper. Well, and Bel. And reintroduced himself to Jack, which wasn't exactly his favorite thing ever. But there had been a...um... nature walk with Rory, and then a long ( Read more... )

Anakin, Rory and Obi-Wan walked towards the transport.

It was time for Obi-Wan to head home.

For all the dread that Anakin had had about the visit, it hadn't gone that badly. Class had been fine (other than Logan, but really, he expected that), the inevitable lecture had been shorter than usual, dinner hadn't been nearly as terrible as it could' ( Read more... )

Okay, so it hadn't exactly been the best week on record for Anakin. He'd learned that Obi-Wan was coming, which had led to freaking out, breaking up, being awkward and getting into a fight with a vampire.

There had been making up again, though, so even with a concussion and a broken hand, life wasn't all bad. The costume thing worried him, though ( Read more... )

After a trip to the gym, Anakin walked back to his room to spend some quality time moping.

He meant studying. Totally studying. Because what would he have to mope about, anyway?

He had the documentary films about Marvin the Martian waiting for Parker to watch with him placed next to the television he had built himself after a quick handwavey trip ( Read more... )