Forever At A Price || Obikin Fanfic

Forever At A Price

"Hello there."

Anakin gapes, looking up at the creature looming over him in the dim light of his kitchen.

While the subtle definition of the coppery skinned chest might have been a huge distraction in any other mostly naked man, Anakin's gaze can't help but stop on to the much more interesting lower half of the... Demon? Fae?

He's not sure, but it's a given that he must have accidentally summoned something otherworldly. The creature has bent legs covered in wavy brown-reddish hairs ending in almost talons like hooves.

A pair of black spiraling horns twist around their face, almost a halo around the coppery slicked back coppery hair, the horns pointy ends almost brushing their beard. Anakin thinks the horns are almost cute despite the overhaul intimidating presence of the satyr looking creature.

"Well, shit."

He quickly slaps a hand on his lips, regretting doing it immediately once he realizes he just smudged chalk dust all over his face.

A sultry chuckle grabs Anakin's attention, and he finally decides it might be wiser to stand up from where he'd fallen on his butt. He already made enough of a fool of himself in front of this maybe demon maybe fae.

The creature is curiously looking at their feet, studying the runes Anakin traced with chalk and are now burned on the wooden flooring of Anakin's kitchen - something he hadn't considered might happen.

The bowl he used to mix the spell's ingredients has been pushed aside when the creature appeared in the middle of the circle but at least nothing spilled from it. At least Anakin won't have to clean the mix of congealed owls' blood and spices from his floor.

"What an unusual way to be summoned."

Now standing, Anakin realizes the creature isn't as intimidating as he thought at first.

For one, they don't really loom on him.

They're barely taller than him and Anakin can easily look them in the eyes, which he can't help but notice are a beautiful steel blue that shines bright in the black sea of their sclera.

If anything, they are awe inspiring in their fear inducing presence.

"My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, but most know me as the Negotiator." The creature gives a slight bow, and Anakin does the same almost on autopilot.

"Uh... I'm Anakin Skywalker." He curses himself mentally as soon as the words left his lips, wondering if he would pay for giving away his own name to such a creature.

It's too late now anyway, no way to take those words back.

"How can I be of service on this marvelous night, Anakin?"

It doesn't seem like they're very interested in that knowledge at least. They still stand with their hands crossed behind their back, now looking at Anakin straight in the eyes.

Anakin isn't really intimidated; he might not know what he's dealing with, but he's always been fast with restraining spells.

If they attack him in any way, he'll just stop them and buy some time to properly banish them. Easy!

"I'm not sure what to ask."

"Let's start from what you were trying to do when you summoned me, then."

Anakin thinks about how exactly to phrase it so that Palpatine's curse won't get triggered.

"Searching for help?" It sounds more like a question, but at least there's no pain, so he counts that as a victory.