"I can't believe they let you teach."

Anakin had a bad feeling about today. He kept putting his hand on the back of his neck to rub at the hair there, certain he was being watched.

He hoped that the feeling had nothing to do with the news he had to share with Jaina, Ben, and Luke. He left oh so handwavy messages for them, then stared at his comlink, trying to figure out exactly how to tell Luke he was going to be a big brother.

Anakin was in his office, working on his final exam questions and studying Italian.

Well, food and curse words. A man has to have his priorities.

The door was open.

Anakin was staring at websites with honeymoon locations listed because he knew better than to touch anything wedding-related without Rory's permission.

Well, except for one thing, but he'd left a message to get that started.

Soft Nubian music was playing--it had stopped raising his hackles--and the door was open.

Noah's Dove - 10,000 Maniacs

Anakin was pretty sure he was the first one awake, given the lack of coffee smells coming from the kitchen (which he fixed immediately, being a good kiss-up houseguest), so he made sure that the gifts he brought with him were stacked under the tree before pouring himself a cup of coffee, stared out the window at the snow, and waiting for the rest of the house to start stirring.

[OOC: For great SP justice!]

Of course he felt when it happened.

He also felt Luke's moment of blind panic before he was located in the Force. Anakin would have rolled his eyes if it hadn't felt like too much effort. He wasn't planning on going anywhere...he'd just take a nap. Under all of these blankets.

Hot.

Enclosed.

Helpless.

( Was it any wonder he had nightmares? )

And the barriers around Anakin's mind that he guarded with such intensity were just not working right now; his body had more important things to worry about.

So those images, that feeling of hopeless claustrophobia, spilled out towards those who would be able to pick it up...

Anakin would regret that later. Now he was too busy sitting up in bed, clapping his hands over his mouth to hold in a scream.

Anakin--who knew he was Anakin, which apparently made him a minority on the island tonight--was so very glad he hadn't been drinking anything when he'd been listening to the night's radio.

After he finished laughing until he couldn't breathe, he reached for his comlink and dialed a number.

It had taken a couple of towels and a half-hour in a healing trance, but the back of Anakin's hand was scar-free. If their little arrangement stopped That Woman from touching another student, it was a deal at twice the price.

He flipped his comlink on and tried to reach Luke again.

As it had for the last dozen tries, the call remained unanswered, and Luke's sense in the Force was still absolutely furious at him.

Not that he could blame the boy.

Anakin reached for the remote and settled in for a long night at home.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but if there are roomies around to say hello, go for it.]

Anakin was in his office before workshops began, sipping coffee and staring into space.

Literally.

He'd gotten his miniature version of his galaxy up and running again.

If he seemed to be spending a great deal of time staring at a small volcanic planet, then at the calendar on his desk, well, he wasn't going to explain himself.

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.  )

[OOC: Played with...well, myself, while at work. I am so sneeeeeky zomg.]
Bent - Matchbox Twenty

It wasn't that Anakin was hiding from anyone so much as he hadn't gone back to the house since class yesterday.

Folded up in his robe and staring out at the ocean, he concentrated on breathing and just getting through one of the worst days on the calendar for him.

Which meant that he wouldn't notice anyone coming up behind him, poor bastard.

[OOC: Locked for Skywalker Family Drama. Conversation topic NFB, who was there, as always, open for the squirrels.]