Semantics (Mar-12)
Title: Semantics
Prompt: 001. Ceiling/003. Watermelon
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 265
Rating: G
Warnings Super silly. Death of a major fruit.
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: Obi-Wan and Anakin have one of their many incidents regarding faulty communication and long days.
Author's Notes: ...what else was I supposed to do with these two prompts?! *INNOCENT* [Oh man, I'm so behind. Sorry for not posting in a while!!!]
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Anakin was still a twelve-year-old boy, Obi-Wan reminded himself as he surveyed the area. And not only that, but he had been - up until three years ago - a boy who'd spent his entire life sheltered, as it were, as a slave on a desert planet in the middle of nowhere. Which was why Obi-Wan was finding it hard deciding on whether to be angry, amused, or sympathetic. It took another long look at the devastation, the pieces of red, fibrous flesh hanging off of everything, from the brilliant green chunks of rind to the hair follicles of his wayward Padawan, and the red, watery juice that coated everything else, for Obi-Wan to decide on some combination of all three.
He placed his hands on his hips in a stern sort of way, but his lips kept threatening to belie the slight air of rebuke that he was trying desperately to achieve. When that didn't work, exasperation set in and Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose as he shut his eyes.
"Anakin-" he began.
"Ceiling watermelons," the youth replied, forestalling his Master. "That's what you said."
Another sigh. "Yes, Anakin. But you were meant to seal them for transport off planet. Hence sealing watermelons; not trying to stick them on the ceiling."
Anakin crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "I asked what my task was, you said ceiling watermelons."
"Yes, but..." Obi-Wan trailed off as Anakin raised a questioning brow.
The elder Jedi's shoulders slumped with his third sigh in as many minutes.
This was going to be a long day.
Prompt: 001. Ceiling/003. Watermelon
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 265
Rating: G
Warnings Super silly. Death of a major fruit.
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: Obi-Wan and Anakin have one of their many incidents regarding faulty communication and long days.
Author's Notes: ...what else was I supposed to do with these two prompts?! *INNOCENT* [Oh man, I'm so behind. Sorry for not posting in a while!!!]
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Anakin was still a twelve-year-old boy, Obi-Wan reminded himself as he surveyed the area. And not only that, but he had been - up until three years ago - a boy who'd spent his entire life sheltered, as it were, as a slave on a desert planet in the middle of nowhere. Which was why Obi-Wan was finding it hard deciding on whether to be angry, amused, or sympathetic. It took another long look at the devastation, the pieces of red, fibrous flesh hanging off of everything, from the brilliant green chunks of rind to the hair follicles of his wayward Padawan, and the red, watery juice that coated everything else, for Obi-Wan to decide on some combination of all three.
He placed his hands on his hips in a stern sort of way, but his lips kept threatening to belie the slight air of rebuke that he was trying desperately to achieve. When that didn't work, exasperation set in and Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose as he shut his eyes.
"Anakin-" he began.
"Ceiling watermelons," the youth replied, forestalling his Master. "That's what you said."
Another sigh. "Yes, Anakin. But you were meant to seal them for transport off planet. Hence sealing watermelons; not trying to stick them on the ceiling."
Anakin crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "I asked what my task was, you said ceiling watermelons."
"Yes, but..." Obi-Wan trailed off as Anakin raised a questioning brow.
The elder Jedi's shoulders slumped with his third sigh in as many minutes.
This was going to be a long day.