Artistic License (Nov-11)
Title: Artistic License
Prompt: 004.
- "A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke - and that the joke is oneself."
Clifton Paul Fadiman
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 391
Rating: PG-13
Warnings I cannot be held responsible for the consequences of eating or drinking when viewing the image linked below. That is all.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Not only can Anakin sing, but he's a pretty good artist, too.
Author's Notes: *hyperventilating over this.* (Also, apologies to the mods for not posting in a while. RL kicked my ass :(
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It had happened once or twice where Obi-Wan returned from a mission to find people openly staring, pointing and/or laughing at him. Usually it was a good natured ribbing over some snafu from the mission that had leaked out, or perhaps someone had found holos of that one mission that had landed him in the middle of a Corellian Court in nothing but his underwear and a silk scarf. (The latter seemed to happen at least once every few years, much to his chagrin, but his attempts to get those pictures erased from the Temple's databases never seemed to work for some reason.) Obi-Wan didn't know what had caused the reaction this time, since the holo-incident wasn't due for another several months, and his most recent mission had gone smashingly. So it was with trepidation that he returned to his quarters to bathe and change.
It wasn't until he confronted one of the younger knights - who had blushed furiously and stammered a hasty apology - that Obi-Wan was directed to the classroom reserved for those studying the art of the galaxy. There, amidst a gaggle of giggling girls, stood his former Padawan, Anakin Skywalker. Obi-Wan frowned as the younger man quietly accepted the accolades of the girls, who only stopped giggling as one glanced over her shoulder and gasped in surprise as she caught sight of the elder man. Trying to stifle their sniggers as they rushed past Obi-Wan, they burst into renewed laughter as soon as they spilled into the hallway.
Anakin's face flushed a deep crimson, and he started trying to shuffle away a painting that he'd been looking at with the girls. He paused as Obi-Wan shook his head and motioned for the younger man to leave it where it stood. As Obi-Wan got a good look at the image, his eyes went wide. He blinked slowly and turned to Anakin.
"So much trouble?" Anakin asked with a wince.
"Oh yes," Obi-Wan replied.
"I should burn it?"
"Absolutely."
"Right." Anakin picked up the canvas once more, but was stopped by Obi-Wan's raised hand.
"You forgot one," Obi-Wan informed him.
"Oh?" Anakin looked at him quizzically.
"Watch your back."
Obi-Wan didn't stick around to see the colour drain from Anakin's face; they both knew that retribution would be swift and that Anakin was now completely at Obi-Wan's mercy.
Prompt: 004.
- "A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke - and that the joke is oneself."
Clifton Paul Fadiman
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 391
Rating: PG-13
Warnings I cannot be held responsible for the consequences of eating or drinking when viewing the image linked below. That is all.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Not only can Anakin sing, but he's a pretty good artist, too.
Author's Notes: *hyperventilating over this.* (Also, apologies to the mods for not posting in a while. RL kicked my ass :(
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It had happened once or twice where Obi-Wan returned from a mission to find people openly staring, pointing and/or laughing at him. Usually it was a good natured ribbing over some snafu from the mission that had leaked out, or perhaps someone had found holos of that one mission that had landed him in the middle of a Corellian Court in nothing but his underwear and a silk scarf. (The latter seemed to happen at least once every few years, much to his chagrin, but his attempts to get those pictures erased from the Temple's databases never seemed to work for some reason.) Obi-Wan didn't know what had caused the reaction this time, since the holo-incident wasn't due for another several months, and his most recent mission had gone smashingly. So it was with trepidation that he returned to his quarters to bathe and change.
It wasn't until he confronted one of the younger knights - who had blushed furiously and stammered a hasty apology - that Obi-Wan was directed to the classroom reserved for those studying the art of the galaxy. There, amidst a gaggle of giggling girls, stood his former Padawan, Anakin Skywalker. Obi-Wan frowned as the younger man quietly accepted the accolades of the girls, who only stopped giggling as one glanced over her shoulder and gasped in surprise as she caught sight of the elder man. Trying to stifle their sniggers as they rushed past Obi-Wan, they burst into renewed laughter as soon as they spilled into the hallway.
Anakin's face flushed a deep crimson, and he started trying to shuffle away a painting that he'd been looking at with the girls. He paused as Obi-Wan shook his head and motioned for the younger man to leave it where it stood. As Obi-Wan got a good look at the image, his eyes went wide. He blinked slowly and turned to Anakin.
"So much trouble?" Anakin asked with a wince.
"Oh yes," Obi-Wan replied.
"I should burn it?"
"Absolutely."
"Right." Anakin picked up the canvas once more, but was stopped by Obi-Wan's raised hand.
"You forgot one," Obi-Wan informed him.
"Oh?" Anakin looked at him quizzically.
"Watch your back."
Obi-Wan didn't stick around to see the colour drain from Anakin's face; they both knew that retribution would be swift and that Anakin was now completely at Obi-Wan's mercy.