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God is in the Rain by XtinethePirate (M)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan, mentions of Anakin/Padmé
Length: 10,851
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
A story told in ten parts, I loved how [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] used the rain as a motif showing Obi-Wan and Anakin throughout the years and the evolution of their relationship. Tragic and yet a little hopeful, this piece remains one of my favorites for the beauty that the author puts into this story, and the chance for redemption that she leaves her readers with in the end.
When the doors finally opened on the roof, Obi-Wan was almost knocked over backwards by the strength of the wind that shrieked across the flat roof. Through the driving rain, he could dimly make out a figure huddled on the ground.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan screamed, but his words were snatched away by the wind and didn't reach his Padawan's ear.
Drawing his cloak tightly around himself, tugging his hood low over his face, Obi-Wan staggered out into the storm. The gale threatened to send him sprawling immediately; he staggered from the unexpected force of the gust, throwing out one hand to try and catch his balance. Instantly, his cloak was ripped open, flying out wildly behind him. Rain pounded against his body, plastering Obi-Wan's robes against his skin. He cuffed the back of his hand across his eyes, trying to clear away some of the water obscuring his vision.
Anakin knelt on the flat tiles that were flooded with water, away from the meagre protection that the Temple spires would afford him. Squinting through the droplets of water that beaded on his eyelashes, Obi-Wan could see that the younger man's head was thrown back, allowing the pounding rain to batter his face. His arms hung loosely at his sides, the palm of his left hand curved upwards as though receiving some benediction from the storm that raged around them. The other arm, ending in the metal tourniquet, didn't manage to reach the ground. The sight made Obi-Wan's heart lurch painfully again as he staggered over to his Padawan's side.
Anakin didn't move as Obi-Wan approached – the howl of the wind, the bone-vibrating rumble of thunder and the sheets of rain drowned out any other sound. Obi-Wan felt as though he were completely deaf; an odd contradiction when his senses were being overloaded by the cacophony of nature. But when he knelt in front of Anakin, calling out his Padawan's name over and over, the sound was completely lost, as though he had never spoken.
Anakin's eyes opened slowly, squinting against the rain. Obi-Wan patted his cheeks anxiously, unnerved by the sluggishness of Anakin's responses. When Anakin's eyes finally met his own, Obi-Wan had to look away quickly. There was a strange expression in those sleepy blue eyes; a haunted look that sent chills racing down Obi-Wan's spine.
Pulling his sodden cloak from his shoulders with difficulty, Obi-Wan draped the heavy fabric over his apprentice. Anakin was soaked through; the thin white fabric of the shirt and pants from the Healer's Ward clinging tightly to his unnaturally pale skin. Still Anakin made no response, gazing at his Master with that deadened, helpless expression.
Roughly, Obi-Wan pulled Anakin into his arms, closing his own eyes tightly as the wet bristles of the young man's haircut tickled his cheek. He could feel the wail of grief rising within him, that his negligence, his arrogance had so completely broken the spirit of his wonderful, exasperating Padawan. He hated himself for failing to guard Anakin's back, for being the one to put that terrible blankness in his apprentice's eyes. When Anakin clung to him instinctively, Obi-Wan bit back a sob, feeling the harsh metal of the tourniquet against his side.
I'm sorry, Anakin. Sith, I'm so, so sorry. He mouthed the words soundlessly against Anakin's temple, offering them to the wind and the rain like a prayer. A prayer to whatever God that was said to live in such storms, that they would both come through the tempest unscathed. That the young man in his arms, whom he trusted and relied on above all others, would still be the Anakin he knew and cared for when the morning came.
Brushing the back of his hand over Anakin's cheek, Obi-Wan slowly pulled back from the embrace, and drew the silent Padawan to his feet. They didn't try to speak as Obi-Wan guided them back across the rooftop, stumbling slightly under the weight of his apprentice. There were no words to say, even if they wouldn't have been lost to the storm.
At the elevator door, Anakin seemed to come back to himself, fumbling awkwardly at the sodden cloak draped over his shoulders. Obi-Wan shook his head with a soft smile, motioning for his Padawan to keep it. The wry grin he received in response – accompanied by a pointed look indicating how ridiculously short the cloak was on Anakin – made Obi-Wan's heart ache with relief. That was the Anakin he knew, impish and sarcastic. Perhaps they would both survive this ordeal unchanged, just like any other that had come before.
Obi-Wan placed one hand comfortingly on Anakin's shoulder, pressing the button to close the elevator door. The durasteel slid shut, blocking out the worst of the screeching storm.
Then Anakin's lips were pressed against his. His apprentice tasted wild, like the winds that howled across the Temple roof, his skin smelled like the fresh rain. Obi-Wan gasped as he was firmly pushed back against the transparisteel wall of the elevator, heart rumbling like thunder in his ears. Their bodies melded together, wet fabric clinging uncomfortably to skin that was heated with desire.
"Anakin –" Obi-Wan began swiftly, breaking the kiss.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" Anakin interrupted softly, glancing at his Master through lowered lashes.
Obi-Wan gaped soundlessly for a second, feeling his cheeks heat at the suggestion, banishing the bone-deep cold of the rain. But before he could master himself enough to protest, Anakin smiled wryly and pressed a finger over his lips. Obi-Wan had to resist the urge to kiss that finger, to rub his cheek against the palm of Anakin's hand.
"Not… not anything like that, Master. I… I just feel like I'm never going to be warm and dry again." Anakin ducked his head, blushing. "And you know, body heat –"
"Just for tonight," Obi-Wan heard himself say, his voice sounding like a stranger's, raspy and hesitant. "So long as this doesn't become a habit, Padawan."
"Staying out in the rain, or sleeping with you? Because I could get very used to both…."
God is in the Rain
Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan, mentions of Anakin/Padmé
Length: 10,851
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
A story told in ten parts, I loved how [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] used the rain as a motif showing Obi-Wan and Anakin throughout the years and the evolution of their relationship. Tragic and yet a little hopeful, this piece remains one of my favorites for the beauty that the author puts into this story, and the chance for redemption that she leaves her readers with in the end.
When the doors finally opened on the roof, Obi-Wan was almost knocked over backwards by the strength of the wind that shrieked across the flat roof. Through the driving rain, he could dimly make out a figure huddled on the ground.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan screamed, but his words were snatched away by the wind and didn't reach his Padawan's ear.
Drawing his cloak tightly around himself, tugging his hood low over his face, Obi-Wan staggered out into the storm. The gale threatened to send him sprawling immediately; he staggered from the unexpected force of the gust, throwing out one hand to try and catch his balance. Instantly, his cloak was ripped open, flying out wildly behind him. Rain pounded against his body, plastering Obi-Wan's robes against his skin. He cuffed the back of his hand across his eyes, trying to clear away some of the water obscuring his vision.
Anakin knelt on the flat tiles that were flooded with water, away from the meagre protection that the Temple spires would afford him. Squinting through the droplets of water that beaded on his eyelashes, Obi-Wan could see that the younger man's head was thrown back, allowing the pounding rain to batter his face. His arms hung loosely at his sides, the palm of his left hand curved upwards as though receiving some benediction from the storm that raged around them. The other arm, ending in the metal tourniquet, didn't manage to reach the ground. The sight made Obi-Wan's heart lurch painfully again as he staggered over to his Padawan's side.
Anakin didn't move as Obi-Wan approached – the howl of the wind, the bone-vibrating rumble of thunder and the sheets of rain drowned out any other sound. Obi-Wan felt as though he were completely deaf; an odd contradiction when his senses were being overloaded by the cacophony of nature. But when he knelt in front of Anakin, calling out his Padawan's name over and over, the sound was completely lost, as though he had never spoken.
Anakin's eyes opened slowly, squinting against the rain. Obi-Wan patted his cheeks anxiously, unnerved by the sluggishness of Anakin's responses. When Anakin's eyes finally met his own, Obi-Wan had to look away quickly. There was a strange expression in those sleepy blue eyes; a haunted look that sent chills racing down Obi-Wan's spine.
Pulling his sodden cloak from his shoulders with difficulty, Obi-Wan draped the heavy fabric over his apprentice. Anakin was soaked through; the thin white fabric of the shirt and pants from the Healer's Ward clinging tightly to his unnaturally pale skin. Still Anakin made no response, gazing at his Master with that deadened, helpless expression.
Roughly, Obi-Wan pulled Anakin into his arms, closing his own eyes tightly as the wet bristles of the young man's haircut tickled his cheek. He could feel the wail of grief rising within him, that his negligence, his arrogance had so completely broken the spirit of his wonderful, exasperating Padawan. He hated himself for failing to guard Anakin's back, for being the one to put that terrible blankness in his apprentice's eyes. When Anakin clung to him instinctively, Obi-Wan bit back a sob, feeling the harsh metal of the tourniquet against his side.
I'm sorry, Anakin. Sith, I'm so, so sorry. He mouthed the words soundlessly against Anakin's temple, offering them to the wind and the rain like a prayer. A prayer to whatever God that was said to live in such storms, that they would both come through the tempest unscathed. That the young man in his arms, whom he trusted and relied on above all others, would still be the Anakin he knew and cared for when the morning came.
Brushing the back of his hand over Anakin's cheek, Obi-Wan slowly pulled back from the embrace, and drew the silent Padawan to his feet. They didn't try to speak as Obi-Wan guided them back across the rooftop, stumbling slightly under the weight of his apprentice. There were no words to say, even if they wouldn't have been lost to the storm.
At the elevator door, Anakin seemed to come back to himself, fumbling awkwardly at the sodden cloak draped over his shoulders. Obi-Wan shook his head with a soft smile, motioning for his Padawan to keep it. The wry grin he received in response – accompanied by a pointed look indicating how ridiculously short the cloak was on Anakin – made Obi-Wan's heart ache with relief. That was the Anakin he knew, impish and sarcastic. Perhaps they would both survive this ordeal unchanged, just like any other that had come before.
Obi-Wan placed one hand comfortingly on Anakin's shoulder, pressing the button to close the elevator door. The durasteel slid shut, blocking out the worst of the screeching storm.
Then Anakin's lips were pressed against his. His apprentice tasted wild, like the winds that howled across the Temple roof, his skin smelled like the fresh rain. Obi-Wan gasped as he was firmly pushed back against the transparisteel wall of the elevator, heart rumbling like thunder in his ears. Their bodies melded together, wet fabric clinging uncomfortably to skin that was heated with desire.
"Anakin –" Obi-Wan began swiftly, breaking the kiss.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" Anakin interrupted softly, glancing at his Master through lowered lashes.
Obi-Wan gaped soundlessly for a second, feeling his cheeks heat at the suggestion, banishing the bone-deep cold of the rain. But before he could master himself enough to protest, Anakin smiled wryly and pressed a finger over his lips. Obi-Wan had to resist the urge to kiss that finger, to rub his cheek against the palm of Anakin's hand.
"Not… not anything like that, Master. I… I just feel like I'm never going to be warm and dry again." Anakin ducked his head, blushing. "And you know, body heat –"
"Just for tonight," Obi-Wan heard himself say, his voice sounding like a stranger's, raspy and hesitant. "So long as this doesn't become a habit, Padawan."
"Staying out in the rain, or sleeping with you? Because I could get very used to both…."
God is in the Rain