surrender || obikin [COMPLETED]

11.

After exiting behind him, I looked around our campground. I certainly wouldn't miss this planet, but I didn't hate it either. I made my way over to my meditation rock, looked out over the snow-covered expanse of land for the last time. During our time here, we had noticed the small things that made the planet somewhat bearable: the triple sunrise peeking over the horizon, casting a golden glow across undisturbed snow, illuminating the world and lighting the icy planet on fire; the small, white, bird-like creatures which sang operatic hymns around 7:45 in the morning, the lovely melodies pulling us gently from our sleep; the way that the flakes of snow covered everything in a crystalline sheet of sparkling crystal, causing even the dullest of things to shimmer.

The little things- such as these- had kept me sane during the long duration of the clone wars, which is no easy feat. I had seen so much mind-breaking violence over the past few years that I had questioned the effectiveness of war many, many times. I had always preferred peaceful negotiation, anyway.

Anakin appeared silently at my side. We both looked out as the snow gleamed brightly, even in the dark. His voice sounded from beside me.

"Don't push me away again. Not this time, promise?"

I looked at him.

"Anakin, I would never push you away."

He looked at me.

We looked at each other.

He smiled, turned on his heel, and walked across the camp to the ship, his cloak gliding over the ground behind him.

Oh, Anakin.... how I wish I could push you away. How I wish...

~

In the small room where I was to sleep, I watched through the window as we lifted from the ground, the campground shrinking into a small speck below us.

My eyelids drooped as I let my mind wander, relaxed my muscles, and sank slowly down to the floor, my eyelashes resting on my cheeks as I breathed in a circle.

The force was always quieter in space. Serene, unperturbed. Reaching out, my fingers pressed against the glass of the window in front of me.

the force shifted, suddenly; it felt excited, tense, chaotic.

Anakin.

My eyes opened and I rose, turning towards him and clasping my arms together in front of me, my cloak sleeves seeming to connect. "Got tired of piloting?" He nodded without a word to me, and walked to where he had set his things on his bed. His bunk was above mine.

I furrowed my brow after almost a whole minute of silence. "Anakin, you're being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal. What is the matter?" He simply turned around, glared at me, and left.

The door slammed, and I was left standing alone in the room, wondering what I had done.