IV (ACTION).
[ anakin has been reading and listening to the tales about christmas and particularly the man, this son of god, who the day surrounds and finds himself feeling a little more than uncomfortable with the stories. a man born of a woman who wasn't impregnated? a boy who had a destiny that couldn't be fought? it hits a little too close to home for his comfort and he finds himself fuming angrily after too much thought on the subject (it never bode well for him to think so hard on it, which is why he tended to ignore the prophecy and him being the so-called chosen one most of the time; it was easier that way, for him and for those around him).
he stands out in the snow, as if waiting for something to come along and present him with the opportunity to let some of this anger out. if there was one thing the war back home was good for, it was giving him an endless supply of battle droids to cut down and rip to pieces whenever he felt the need to just tear something apart. here, that wasn't so easy.
with a grunt of frustration, anakin waves a hand to the left, sending a wave of snow that was previously on coating the ground away so that he may glare properly at the frozen dirt beneath his feet. feel free to find yourself drenched in snow or be witness to his hissy fit. ]
he stands out in the snow, as if waiting for something to come along and present him with the opportunity to let some of this anger out. if there was one thing the war back home was good for, it was giving him an endless supply of battle droids to cut down and rip to pieces whenever he felt the need to just tear something apart. here, that wasn't so easy.
with a grunt of frustration, anakin waves a hand to the left, sending a wave of snow that was previously on coating the ground away so that he may glare properly at the frozen dirt beneath his feet. feel free to find yourself drenched in snow or be witness to his hissy fit. ]