STAR WARS; imagines

DROWNING IN YOU; obi-wan kenobi

SUMMARY - after order-66 has been issued, obi-wan kenobi and the reader, a jedi and obi-wan's companion, exile themselves on tatooine. one evening, the reader finds obi-wan practicing with his lightsaber, and they get into a small argument which ultimately ends in fluff. 

WORD COUNT - ~2.1k

A/N - i have a soft spot for obi-wan now. however, this is my first obi-wan kenobi fanfic so i'm sorry if i've missed aspects of his character. it will come eventually though, i'm sure. please leave any positive comments or requests as you wish, and maybe check out my tumblr  at writingsofa-hobbit. lack of capitalization is intentional. 

WARNINGS - none

   the familiar hum of the weapon seemed to electrify the dry air around obi-wan, the blue light of his kyber crystal illuminating his strong features and the sandy terrain around him. memories from as early as his padawan years raced through his mind, many including you and the many battles you had fought by his side. it was a familiar glow and welcomed buzz, but obi-wan couldn't help but remember all that he had failed to protect with the sophisticated weapon he held in his hands.

   his heart ached as images of anakin's golden eyes glaring at him over the crossed blue blades of their lightsabers haunted his memories. the heat of the lava surrounding them almost was unbearable as they dueled, yet his failures burned a whole in his heart greater than the lava ever could.

   but that's why he had dug his lightsaber out of the trunk he had frantically shoved his few belongings into before you and him had made a frantic escape from coruscant to live out your days on tatooine, hovering just close enough to protect anakin's son-luke skywalker. he dug it out in hopes that his skills hadn't faltered in the few months he had been cowering in the little sandy hut that he now shared with you and which he called home. he couldn't let them falter. he had to protect luke. he had to protect you. he was a jedi guardian, the blue of his lightsaber matching the brilliant blue of his force signature. he couldn't let himself fail luke. he couldn't let himself fail you. he wouldn't let that failure take hold of him again, not while the images of anakin burnt to a crisp and padme lying, her dark hair carefully decorated with delicate, white flowers, on her deathbed were still fresh in his mind; and he anticipated they would be for quite some time.

   he readied his lightsaber in one of the traditional fighting stances of form iv. qui-gon's face seemed to swim in his memories as he began the training sequence obi-wan's old master had taught him, closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. another face to which only existed in his memories now. another failure.

   with each heavy swing of his lightsaber, the dry air seemed to crackle and buzz about him, his anger at his failures burning up

   as he forced them from his being and into his fighting stance. anger was not the way of the jedi-although he supposed that didn't matter now. if he stayed true to the order, to the code, he was a marked traitor and enemy of the galactic republic. the order which he had dedicated so much of his life to could now get him killed.

   the order. the council. another failure. another swing of his saber. another hum that broke the silence of the quiet desert and the evening which descended upon it as tatooine's twin suns sunk into the sand.

   he felt a presence through the force occupy his already tortured mental state, but he elected to ignore it-cut it down with another form of the saber.

   'obi-wan!' a voice called, its normal tone and sweetness turned bitter with concern. it was your voice.

   he looked up to see you running towards him from the entrance to your cave home, the linens of your dress-which you had traded your usual heavy, woolen jedi robes for, snapping in the slight breeze behind you. 'what're you doing?! are you asking to get caught?'