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sith_happened) wrote2007-07-13 05:10 pm
sith_happened) wrote2007-07-13 05:10 pm
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Anakin's room [waaaaaay too early this morning]
Anakin’s comlink went off entirely too early in the morning.
Fumbling around with his head still under the pillow, he finally found the device and mumbled a muzzy “Hello?” into the receiver.
“Good morning, Father,” Luke chirped.
“Do you know what time it is?” Anakin groused.
“Seven o’clock in the morning,” Luke replied promptly. “I’ve been up for an hour.”
Anakin rubbed at his eyes as he sat up. “You don’t have to keep moisture farm hours any more, son,” he said. “Really.”
Luke’s smile was practically audible. “The sun’s been up for an hour. I was going to ask if we could meet up for lightsaber practice in ten minutes.”
“Luuuuuuke,” Anakin whined, then sighed. “You never call. What’s this about?”
“I don’t know,” Luke said, his voice almost a sing-song. “Did you have fun at the beach yesterday?”
There was dead silence on the other end of the comlink.
“Father? Did the radio get that wrong?”
More silence. Finally, “…no.”
Luke burst out laughing. “It took you long enough. Isabel and I were going to stick you in a closet in a few weeks if you two hadn’t figured this out by then.”
“You’re not upset?” Anakin asked cautiously.
“I knew about the two of you before I knew there was still a you,” Luke said gently. “You both light up around each other. I want you to be happy. Why would I be upset that you’re back together?”
The list in Anakin’s mind began with “she’s younger than you,” continued through “and not your mother,” paused momentarily at “and I probably don’t deserve to be happy anyway” and sped off out of sight. He didn’t verbalize any of it. “It’s very new,” he said instead. “And complicated.”
Now it was time for an awkward pause from Luke. “Please don’t ask me for relationship advice,” he finally begged.
Anakin chuckled. “Relax, Luke, I won’t,” he said, hauling himself out of bed. “Did you really want to spar this morning?”
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Luke said shyly.
“I never mind spending time with you,” Anakin replied, “so don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been meaning to talk to Jaina and Qui-Gon about setting up a group practice soon. You need a partner who won’t kick your ass without breathing hard. It’s demoralizing for you.”
“Nice,” Luke said sourly. “You’re not that good.”
Anakin laughed a little harder. “I’ve been taking it very easy on you, my son. Practicing with Obi-Wan and having a few duels with me don’t make you a master of the weapon.”
“I’ve gone a bit beyond ‘pointy end towards the opponent,’” Luke said sulkily.
Anakin’s voice softened. “I’m teasing you, Luke. No one thinks you’re anything short of astounding, given the learning curve you’ve been on. I just want to give you some more tools to work with. Speaking of which, how are you doing with those exercises I gave you?”
“Did Ben really make you memorize all of the systems in the Outer Rim?” Luke asked skeptically.
“Yes.”
“Why do I have to do it?”
“Because sometimes you need to have information at your fingertips and you won’t have a droid to help you,” Anakin explained. “Because knowledge gives you leverage and it might save your life someday to know which systems produce fuel, or food, or weapons parts, and what sort of beings hold power on various planets. Because Jedi are supposed to know everything and knowing a little bit about a broad base of information helps to get people to open up about other subjects. And because—and this is the important part—I asked you to do it. I don’t believe in pointless exercises.”
Luke was decidedly abashed when he finally spoke again. “I’ll have it memorized by the end of next week,” he promised.
“Of course you will,” Anakin replied. “I’ll see you in the gym in a few hours, all right?”
“I have my Ethics workshop—I’ll see you after then, Father.”
“Bye, Luke.” Anakin turned the comlink off with a small smile and prepared for the day.
[OOC: Played with...well, myself, while at work. I am so sneeeeeky zomg.]
Bent - Matchbox Twenty
Fumbling around with his head still under the pillow, he finally found the device and mumbled a muzzy “Hello?” into the receiver.
“Good morning, Father,” Luke chirped.
“Do you know what time it is?” Anakin groused.
“Seven o’clock in the morning,” Luke replied promptly. “I’ve been up for an hour.”
Anakin rubbed at his eyes as he sat up. “You don’t have to keep moisture farm hours any more, son,” he said. “Really.”
Luke’s smile was practically audible. “The sun’s been up for an hour. I was going to ask if we could meet up for lightsaber practice in ten minutes.”
“Luuuuuuke,” Anakin whined, then sighed. “You never call. What’s this about?”
“I don’t know,” Luke said, his voice almost a sing-song. “Did you have fun at the beach yesterday?”
There was dead silence on the other end of the comlink.
“Father? Did the radio get that wrong?”
More silence. Finally, “…no.”
Luke burst out laughing. “It took you long enough. Isabel and I were going to stick you in a closet in a few weeks if you two hadn’t figured this out by then.”
“You’re not upset?” Anakin asked cautiously.
“I knew about the two of you before I knew there was still a you,” Luke said gently. “You both light up around each other. I want you to be happy. Why would I be upset that you’re back together?”
The list in Anakin’s mind began with “she’s younger than you,” continued through “and not your mother,” paused momentarily at “and I probably don’t deserve to be happy anyway” and sped off out of sight. He didn’t verbalize any of it. “It’s very new,” he said instead. “And complicated.”
Now it was time for an awkward pause from Luke. “Please don’t ask me for relationship advice,” he finally begged.
Anakin chuckled. “Relax, Luke, I won’t,” he said, hauling himself out of bed. “Did you really want to spar this morning?”
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Luke said shyly.
“I never mind spending time with you,” Anakin replied, “so don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been meaning to talk to Jaina and Qui-Gon about setting up a group practice soon. You need a partner who won’t kick your ass without breathing hard. It’s demoralizing for you.”
“Nice,” Luke said sourly. “You’re not that good.”
Anakin laughed a little harder. “I’ve been taking it very easy on you, my son. Practicing with Obi-Wan and having a few duels with me don’t make you a master of the weapon.”
“I’ve gone a bit beyond ‘pointy end towards the opponent,’” Luke said sulkily.
Anakin’s voice softened. “I’m teasing you, Luke. No one thinks you’re anything short of astounding, given the learning curve you’ve been on. I just want to give you some more tools to work with. Speaking of which, how are you doing with those exercises I gave you?”
“Did Ben really make you memorize all of the systems in the Outer Rim?” Luke asked skeptically.
“Yes.”
“Why do I have to do it?”
“Because sometimes you need to have information at your fingertips and you won’t have a droid to help you,” Anakin explained. “Because knowledge gives you leverage and it might save your life someday to know which systems produce fuel, or food, or weapons parts, and what sort of beings hold power on various planets. Because Jedi are supposed to know everything and knowing a little bit about a broad base of information helps to get people to open up about other subjects. And because—and this is the important part—I asked you to do it. I don’t believe in pointless exercises.”
Luke was decidedly abashed when he finally spoke again. “I’ll have it memorized by the end of next week,” he promised.
“Of course you will,” Anakin replied. “I’ll see you in the gym in a few hours, all right?”
“I have my Ethics workshop—I’ll see you after then, Father.”
“Bye, Luke.” Anakin turned the comlink off with a small smile and prepared for the day.
[OOC: Played with...well, myself, while at work. I am so sneeeeeky zomg.]
Bent - Matchbox Twenty