He'd arrived home very late the night before, still half-expecting to find Rory dead. At the time, all he'd been up to doing was holding his daughter and his wife and trying not to fall asleep ( Read more... )

Anakin was sitting in the middle of the living room floor trying to untangle Vladdie from a string of blinking white lights.

"I leave you alone for three seconds," he muttered, not even turning around to point straight at Bertie. "Back to the closet," he scolded. "Eating the stockings is a terrible, terrible idea."

Ah, Christmas decorating.

[For ( Read more... )

Anakin, wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, sat across from Rory in the oldest coffee shop in Italy and fought back an attack of the giggles as he stared down at the video feed Artoo had sent him.

"You have to see this," he finally choked out. "Luke turned into a pony."

"Is this far enough from Michel, my love?" Anakin teased, pausing at the door to their suite. "And I think we're even far enough away that we can skip out on Taylor's cleaning detail tomorrow."

Anakin'd been smiling all day--from the time he started getting ready clear through the ceremony and reception--and he didn't seem to ready to stop any ( Read more... )

True to his word, Anakin hadn't even stopped by the house in Fandom before making his way up to Connecticut after making his way back from stupid Doom's stupid house with the stupid laser room ( Read more... )

Anakin was tired, and cranky, and a little bit electrocuted.

But if Luke could whine his way out of the clinic after getting a wall dropped on him, Anakin certainly wasn't going to miss out on going to Connecticut just because he was a little bit tired.

Or clearly insane.

Either one.

He knocked gently on Rory's door.

After nightly meditations and fighting with Vladdie to get off the ceiling, Anakin slid into a pair of sleep pants, flopped onto his bed and dialed a number so familiar his fingers had worn away the paint on the number buttons.

That sort of thing happened when you called once (or twice, or three times) a day.

[OOC: For the one in Connecticut]

Anakin shut the door to Rory's suite with the kind of careful precision that only meant he really wanted to slam it until it fell off its hinges.

"Tell me I don't have to go back to that house."

For the fifth time in twenty minutes Anakin moved his seatmate's arm from Anakin's side of the armrest with the fury of his stare alone ( Read more... )

"I really, really, really love this dress," Anakin murmured in her ear.

He felt this was important to mention, and far more important than, say, getting the door to the room open.

{OOC: for the omggirlfriend, and heading for NSFW fairly quickly...]