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(Now and Then There's) A Fool Such as I by monchy (PG-13)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan
Length: 4,143
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Fic Master List
Why this must be read:
I love the slow build up of this story, the quite sense of longing in Obi-Wan's interactions with Anakin, and how he is always holding himself back, just a little bit. This author's imagery is so well done, her vivid descriptions of the pod-racing arena just comes off the page, and I can never get enough of how she writes this pairing.
The wind picks up around them, motors thundering away as pilots get ready and check everything one last time. Anakin stands next to his own podracer, one hand lightly settled on the metallic cover of the engine, feeling it roar under his palm. Such power for just one man, and Obi-Wan can’t help but think that it’s kind of ironic. He looks around, light eyes scanning the crowds before they go back to Anakin’s own.
“Is this truly the only way?” he asks, arms crossing over his chest.
Anakin turns to look at the podracer, mischief sighing bright in his eyes as a cocky smile curves his lips upwards. His hair is flying in the wind, crazy curls falling freely around his face as he stares at the other competitors, completely oblivious to the worry in Obi-Wan’s eyes.
“We discussed this already, Master,” he says after a while, his eyes turning back to Obi-Wan. He adjusts his glove over what had once been a flesh hand but now is nothing more than well-connected wires, and then loosens the collar of his shirt a little.
They’re both out of their Jedi robes, which they discarded earlier that day in favour of the clothing of commoners. Anakin looks comfortable, and Obi-Wan knows he must feel at ease, but he feels distressed, as if he had been stripped of his own skin rather than of simple robes. The wind picks up again, and someone shouts something through the huge speakers installed for the enjoyment of the race. Obi-Wan hates it when Anakin races.
“You said so yourself,” Anakin continues after a too long beat of Obi-Wan’s heart. “We need to get into the man’s circle, and he likes podracing, so here we are.”
Obi-Wan frowns, looking for a single quick second at the man Anakin is referring to. He’s too far away, and there are five podracers in between him and Obi-Wan, but he can still make out his tall figure. Banto Sari, a powerful man working for the Jedi and suspected of treason, their job? To discover the truth behind that accusation.
Anakin hadn’t been too thrilled with the idea, but now, helmet under his armpit and eyes shining with contained pleasure, he looks more than happy with the mission. He’s sweaty and overly excited, and Obi-Wan can almost smell the anticipation in his skin.
“Do you have any idea of the way I lectured Qui-Gon for risking our mission by betting on a kid winning a podrace?” Obi-Wan sighs, changes his weight from foot to foot. There’s a smile pulling at his lips now, and he wishes Anakin didn’t have the power to make him say yes to everything.
Anakin smiles again, wide and half into a laugh. “I’m not a kid anymore, Master.”
Obi-Wan eyes him up and down, muscles glistening under the sun and in between the light green clothes he’s wearing. A lock of hair hides his left eye, and Obi-Wan has to physically stop himself from reaching out and putting it behind his ear.
Finally, he says, “No, no you aren’t.”
(Now and Then There's) A Fool Such as I
Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan
Length: 4,143
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Fic Master List
Why this must be read:
I love the slow build up of this story, the quite sense of longing in Obi-Wan's interactions with Anakin, and how he is always holding himself back, just a little bit. This author's imagery is so well done, her vivid descriptions of the pod-racing arena just comes off the page, and I can never get enough of how she writes this pairing.
The wind picks up around them, motors thundering away as pilots get ready and check everything one last time. Anakin stands next to his own podracer, one hand lightly settled on the metallic cover of the engine, feeling it roar under his palm. Such power for just one man, and Obi-Wan can’t help but think that it’s kind of ironic. He looks around, light eyes scanning the crowds before they go back to Anakin’s own.
“Is this truly the only way?” he asks, arms crossing over his chest.
Anakin turns to look at the podracer, mischief sighing bright in his eyes as a cocky smile curves his lips upwards. His hair is flying in the wind, crazy curls falling freely around his face as he stares at the other competitors, completely oblivious to the worry in Obi-Wan’s eyes.
“We discussed this already, Master,” he says after a while, his eyes turning back to Obi-Wan. He adjusts his glove over what had once been a flesh hand but now is nothing more than well-connected wires, and then loosens the collar of his shirt a little.
They’re both out of their Jedi robes, which they discarded earlier that day in favour of the clothing of commoners. Anakin looks comfortable, and Obi-Wan knows he must feel at ease, but he feels distressed, as if he had been stripped of his own skin rather than of simple robes. The wind picks up again, and someone shouts something through the huge speakers installed for the enjoyment of the race. Obi-Wan hates it when Anakin races.
“You said so yourself,” Anakin continues after a too long beat of Obi-Wan’s heart. “We need to get into the man’s circle, and he likes podracing, so here we are.”
Obi-Wan frowns, looking for a single quick second at the man Anakin is referring to. He’s too far away, and there are five podracers in between him and Obi-Wan, but he can still make out his tall figure. Banto Sari, a powerful man working for the Jedi and suspected of treason, their job? To discover the truth behind that accusation.
Anakin hadn’t been too thrilled with the idea, but now, helmet under his armpit and eyes shining with contained pleasure, he looks more than happy with the mission. He’s sweaty and overly excited, and Obi-Wan can almost smell the anticipation in his skin.
“Do you have any idea of the way I lectured Qui-Gon for risking our mission by betting on a kid winning a podrace?” Obi-Wan sighs, changes his weight from foot to foot. There’s a smile pulling at his lips now, and he wishes Anakin didn’t have the power to make him say yes to everything.
Anakin smiles again, wide and half into a laugh. “I’m not a kid anymore, Master.”
Obi-Wan eyes him up and down, muscles glistening under the sun and in between the light green clothes he’s wearing. A lock of hair hides his left eye, and Obi-Wan has to physically stop himself from reaching out and putting it behind his ear.
Finally, he says, “No, no you aren’t.”
(Now and Then There's) A Fool Such as I