@genitrice sent : holds his hand............ pLAtoNiCaLLy....
THIS BODY IS A CAGE : he aspires beyond it in ways he can never name , never put to words . a secret , to press to his throat . just as silencing as any other threat . sometimes , in the wrong light or the tense , shuddering silences , he thinks another might see beyond it . his greatest shame , the jedi’s greatest shame .
( love is an infection ; root it out , kenobi , only peace will serve you )
but peace sits uneasy on him . warrior , commander , master . times of war leave little room for doves . his body has never been good soil for hyacinths . they made a bird of prey and covered it in white down and called it by the same name .
( does anakin feel the same ? these are things they don’t speak of ; more secrets , more chasms that yawn ever wider . to admit to them is to drag them , kicking , into the light . to admit to them is to admit to the shame of having them . )
there it is again . somehow , she always finds the vein of a thing . heartlines wound ‘round his hands , miles of string , just enough to hang him if he chose . he blinks ; the cornflower of his eyes finds focus , away from wars and other consequential things that he should devote his time to . he is worn away by it . the tide rolls in .
he gives the hand in his a squeeze . words without words , that he trusts her to interpret . ‘ sorry . my mind wandered . ‘ he forces himself to let go . another attachment , another wound . this one worse than the others , a scar in formation to match that from anakin . the warmth of companionship is a burn on his cheeks . ‘ it’s a brilliant bill . you have the support of the council , of course . and me . ‘