sith_happened: (Anakin: I feel lost)
He'd arrived home very late the night before, still half-expecting to find Rory dead. At the time, all he'd been up to doing was holding his daughter and his wife and trying not to fall asleep.

Since it had been a really, really long week, that plan didn't last, and Anakin had fallen into a deep, troubled sleep, full of horrible memories--parts of the Clone War mixing with life as Darth Vader merging with time in a Fandom full of death and pain.

He woke up late in the afternoon, screaming.

[OOC: For the wife, great SP justice and a time where we pretend that my computer didn't die during a BDE...]
sith_happened: (Anakin: eyes)
Anakin was sitting in the middle of the living room floor trying to untangle Vladdie from a string of blinking white lights.

"I leave you alone for three seconds," he muttered, not even turning around to point straight at Bertie. "Back to the closet," he scolded. "Eating the stockings is a terrible, terrible idea."

Ah, Christmas decorating.

[For she what lives there!]
sith_happened: (Anakin: bright eyes)
Anakin, wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, sat across from Rory in the oldest coffee shop in Italy and fought back an attack of the giggles as he stared down at the video feed Artoo had sent him.

"You have to see this," he finally choked out. "Luke turned into a pony."
sith_happened: (Anakin: homecoming1)
"Is this far enough from Michel, my love?" Anakin teased, pausing at the door to their suite. "And I think we're even far enough away that we can skip out on Taylor's cleaning detail tomorrow."

Anakin'd been smiling all day--from the time he started getting ready clear through the ceremony and reception--and he didn't seem to ready to stop any time soon.

[OOC: For the fake wife and great SP justice!]
sith_happened: (Anakin: besotted)
True to his word, Anakin hadn't even stopped by the house in Fandom before making his way up to Connecticut after making his way back from stupid Doom's stupid house with the stupid laser room.

There was a girl who'd be worried about him.

Which was why he was outside her dorm room, running his hand through his still slightly singed hair (stupid Doombots), and knocking.
sith_happened: (Anakin: from behind)
Anakin was tired, and cranky, and a little bit electrocuted.

But if Luke could whine his way out of the clinic after getting a wall dropped on him, Anakin certainly wasn't going to miss out on going to Connecticut just because he was a little bit tired.

Or clearly insane.

Either one.

He knocked gently on Rory's door.
sith_happened: (Anakin: sleepy)
After nightly meditations and fighting with Vladdie to get off the ceiling, Anakin slid into a pair of sleep pants, flopped onto his bed and dialed a number so familiar his fingers had worn away the paint on the number buttons.

That sort of thing happened when you called once (or twice, or three times) a day.

[OOC: For the one in Connecticut]
sith_happened: (Anakin: I am entirely without humor)
Anakin shut the door to Rory's suite with the kind of careful precision that only meant he really wanted to slam it until it fell off its hinges.

"Tell me I don't have to go back to that house."
sith_happened: (Anakin: from behind)
For the fifth time in twenty minutes Anakin moved his seatmate's arm from Anakin's side of the armrest with the fury of his stare alone.

"Are you sure it would be wrong to convince people we belong up with the bigger seats?" he asked Rory in an undertone. "There are still some that are empty and it'll be easier than killing the guy next to me."

He was mostly kidding.

[OOC: And now we are NSFW and in violation of airline safety codes. Oops.]
sith_happened: (Anakin: kiss)
"I really, really, really love this dress," Anakin murmured in her ear.

He felt this was important to mention, and far more important than, say, getting the door to the room open.

{OOC: for the omggirlfriend, and heading for NSFW fairly quickly...]
sith_happened: (Anakin: looking down)
Anakin was wiped out. The feeling of foreboding he'd had for the last few days hadn't gone away and was not being helped at all by adding a hangover and a hefty dose of portal-lag into the mix.

Nothing was going to keep him from the wedding, though. He let himself into the room and wondered if he'd be able to catch a nap before the rehearsal.

[OOC: In a shocking change for them, this is going NSFW.]
sith_happened: (Anakin: besotted)
Jedi don't get nervous.

Especially not for dates.

Who were sleeping over.

And Jedi very definitely, even in the safety of their own minds, did not squeal.

...Anakin had never been a very good Jedi.

[OOC: For le girlfriend, plz.]

I'm In A Hurry (And Don't Know Why) - Alabama
sith_happened: (Anakin: flying is fun!)
"I'm not going that fast, Rory," Anakin said, glancing over at her. "Really."

For Anakin standards, well, no. But the state troopers might have a slightly different take on things.

Stupid Boy - Keith Urban
sith_happened: (Anakin: cocky)
Anakin walked into the room, dropped their shared suitcase into the corner of the room and stretched out on the bed.

"Am I older? I feel older," he said, looking over at Rory. "We were in that car for roughly eighty billion years."

[OOC: Yeah, yeah, totally dirty zomg.]
sith_happened: (Anakin: wistful staring)
Well, his date with Rory had been called on account of dinosaurs, you know, as it so often was, and Anakin'd had to go kill a T-Rex (he'd looked it up when he'd gotten home, just so he could brag about it tell people later) who'd been silly enough to try to mess with his family.

Now he was humming happily to himself as he washed the shuttle down. It had been far too long since he'd gotten to really cut loose like that.

[ooc: WE HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THESE TWO. Not so much with the worksafeness now.]

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