realized with mild bewilderment today that ive never drawn a character looking straight forward. I'm looking at hundreds of pieces in procreate now and they're always looking off to the side.
tried changing the eyes on what i was drawing so they were looking forward and it frightened me so i changed it back
Inspired by catgriller’s post on Obi-Wan hallucinating Anakin being there
ANGST!!!!
Enjoy :D (this is the first time I’ve posted my writing somewhere other than wattpad so if anyone has tips for me pls share) Also cover art of sad anthro Obi by me)
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It’s still hot. It’s never not hot. I’ve never once needed an extra blanket, or even shivered.
Why am I walking up here? I can’t even remember. I went to Mos Eisely’s shops to get… water? Food? A break? I don’t know. But now I’m up here, walking up this mountain, that’s still covered in sand, and surrounded by jagged peaks.
My vision starts to swim, and I blink and shake my head to clear it.
What was that for?
I look back up to the path I still have to walk, and suddenly he’s there.
He’s not there.
He’s right in front of me.
He’s not there.
I can see him.
He’s not there.
Anakin?
I start to walk towards him, but as I get closer, I realise that he is hazy and unfocused.
“You left me to die there. Don’t come at me seeking forgiveness from that,”
I stop, in both shock and slight awe at the words coming from his mouth. “I don’t want forgiveness,”
What I did… I could never forgive myself for that.
“Then why don’t you just ignore me?” Anakin asks me, his words sharp like shattered ice.
“There must be a reason for you to be here,” Even though I’m talking to somebody that’s not even here, I can feel the tension rising.
“There is no reason,” Anakin says, gesturing around us with his left arm. “You know this is all in your head, you know I would never forgive you,”
I exhale, the phrase punching me in the gut. “Anakin—”
“Don’t call me that,” He spits. “What are you even doing out here anyway? To escape what you’ve done?”
“No I—”
“Just don’t give me excuses,”
“I’m not— I— I jus—” I try again to explain.
“Look at that. Typical Obi-Wan not listening to me, not even caring what I have to say,”
“Anakin I do care— I just want to let you know that—” His words are getting to me.
“Oh please, you don’t care, and I know you never want to see me again. It couldn’t be clearer,”
My eyes are hot.
“No—” My vision is blurred.
“Don’t do it again,”
“Do what?- wait, wait Anakin no no don’t go don’t leave—” My voice wavers from high to low as tears start to run down my face.
I fall to my knees, a breeze I didn’t realise was there blowing the still hot sand in my eyes, in my hair.
He’s gone.
“Don’t go don’t—” I reach out my right hand to the hot air.
He’s gone.
“Please stay…”
He’s left you alone again.
“Please stay don’t leave me again—”
He hates you.
My voice wavers into nothing, my nose is running and my tears are salty on my lips.
I’m left again, broken, crying into the sand, but not before I can whisper;