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Title: The Beginning Of Eternity
Prompt: Rancor
Author: lumiosecity
Rating: Gen
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Pairing: N/A
Star Wars Media Property: Return of the Jedi
Word count: 100
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers for anything ongoing.
Summary: Anakin gives himself over to the Force, and wakes up with an old friend waiting at his side.
Author Notes: Honestly, I was completely stumped on this prompt when it came to rancors (the creature), so I went with an interpretation more in line with the word rancor— “deep-seated ill will” (and Obi-Wan’s remarkable lack thereof).
Anakin opens his eyes, taking the first unlaboured breath he has in decades, and finds Obi-Wan sitting next to him, looking like today is just another day, and he’s managed to oversleep yet again.
It’s achingly familiar, and it’s more than a little shocking that this is going to be his forever, after—
After everything he’s done.
He’s anticipating something— some trace of anger, of bitterness, of the bleeding wound of resentment that’s been open between them for twenty-three years, but—
But there’s nothing of the sort on Obi-Wan’s face. Just weary fondness and a fleeting, soft smile.
“Hello, Anakin.”
Prompt: Rancor
Author: lumiosecity
Rating: Gen
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Pairing: N/A
Star Wars Media Property: Return of the Jedi
Word count: 100
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers for anything ongoing.
Summary: Anakin gives himself over to the Force, and wakes up with an old friend waiting at his side.
Author Notes: Honestly, I was completely stumped on this prompt when it came to rancors (the creature), so I went with an interpretation more in line with the word rancor— “deep-seated ill will” (and Obi-Wan’s remarkable lack thereof).
Anakin opens his eyes, taking the first unlaboured breath he has in decades, and finds Obi-Wan sitting next to him, looking like today is just another day, and he’s managed to oversleep yet again.
It’s achingly familiar, and it’s more than a little shocking that this is going to be his forever, after—
After everything he’s done.
He’s anticipating something— some trace of anger, of bitterness, of the bleeding wound of resentment that’s been open between them for twenty-three years, but—
But there’s nothing of the sort on Obi-Wan’s face. Just weary fondness and a fleeting, soft smile.
“Hello, Anakin.”