There were chairs and tables set up all across the lawn; some were by the bonfire, for the people who wanted to be warm and central to everything else at the picnic, and some were set farther away from the action, for the people who wanted more peace and quiet.
There was no escaping the glitter though. Sorry, but not really.
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There had been commotion here, in this park. Usually trouble tended to appear where the people were, and usually trouble was where Obi-Wan was meant to be.
It was a crowd, though. After months in the desert by himself - and remembering the last time he had been among a crowd - Obi-Wan had mixed feelings on that matter. He tucked his hands into the sleeves of his robe and pressed onward, searching for whatever it is that was meant to draw him here.
So far, the only trouble he kept bumping into were hormonal teenagers.
Though perhaps that was trouble enough.
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He dropped his coffee, eyes wide.
Sithspit.
Um. Poor choice of curse, self.
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And unmistakable, it was now-- even though that was impossible. The image of Anakin's body burning, eyes red was grafted onto Obi-Wan's memories where it couldn't be escaped.
But when he turned and looked, it was, indeed, unmistakably Anakin.
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