The sun was beginning to go down and Anakin was finished with his office hours. It was time for a friendly spar with his alternate-universe son ( Read more... )

Anakin had a bad feeling about today.

It hadn't been improved by listening to the radio last night.

So there he was in his office (not that he was avoiding his in-laws, but knowing the terrain was important and they could damn well come to him), banging hard on something made of metal ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Anakin was hiding from anyone so much as he hadn't gone back to the house since class yesterday.

Folded up in his robe and staring out at the ocean, he concentrated on breathing and just getting through one of the worst days on the calendar for him.

Which meant that he wouldn't notice anyone coming up behind him, poor bastard.

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Anakin walked into his room from a long day moping brooding hiding doing terribly important yet strangely nebulous things, slowly shut the door and slid down it until he rested on the ground with his head down on his knees.

He was 43 years old today.

He felt much, much older.

( He wasn't alone for long... )

First there was only light: bright, beautiful, incandescent light. It surrounded him, and bound him, and held the universe together.

I am.Then there was awareness. He was everywhere and everything--he was grains of sand on Tatooine and drops of water in a lake on Naboo, he was the trees on Endor and the metal sneer on the Emperor's mouth as his ( Read more... )