Anakin had dreamed about Padmé again last night, feeling an almost irresistible draw back to the island (which he had damn well resisted, thank you very much. He was here because he had a job, not because the island wanted him), and was feeling guilty and cranky Anakin wasn't one to trust feelings of calm, warmth, and love. He wasn't really used to ( Read more... )

Nightmares, Anakin was used to. He'd relived the terrible moments of his life so often and in so many different permutations that he could practically identify them by taste.

But this moment was one he hadn't thought of--hadn't allowed himself to dwell on--for many, many years.

( Oh, Episode II. Why so lametastic? )

In his room, Anakin was curled around Rory, one hand on her stomach and the other under the pillow where his lightsaber had stayed for so many decades that the habit was impossible to break.

In his head, though...in his head he was trapped inside the vision he'd had of Padmé's death so many decades ago...She was screaming for him, begging as her ( Read more... )

There were some dates that, even though twenty years had passed, were just going to stick with Anakin ( Read more... )

Anakin had held it together for as long as he could, but some meetings were just going to leave a mark.

And not being able to get in touch with Jaina or Luke today wasn't exactly helping. He left a message for Rory trying to explain why he'd missed his flight, then curled into a miserable ball on his bed.

[OOC: Establishy!]


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Anakin decided that when Luke hadn't contacted him on Sunday for his birthday dinner that Rory had told him everything ( Read more... )

Anakin didn't really understand when Luke had called him earlier in the day.

He didn't understand even after the entire "Fathers' Day" thing was explained to him.

But he was waiting in a clearing in the preserve as requested to spend time with his son.

...which he still didn't understand.

Anakin hadn't really moved from the spot where he'd been sitting for the last two days, except to pull out his comlink after his children had left to stare at it for a good two hours, debating whether to call or not.

As the minutes ticked by, Anakin finally picked up the comlink one final time and called Rory.

[OOC: For Rory, plz. Conversation ( Read more... )

Anakin, if anyone was paying close attention, was banging parts of the shuttle together with slightly more than necessary force ( Read more... )

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... )