#jedimastre

[wornkindness]

laura made a comment earlier about obi wan and anakin having a duel at his and amelia's wedding just for funsies. meanwhile amelia is just:

[killjedi-arch]

at the end of tpm, you see you see young anakin wearing the same jedi robes as obi wan. why do think or feel he changed his outfit as he grew older? like how his jedi attire is darker in the clone wars/rots.

firstly, there is nothing set in the jedi code that restricts jedi attire in terms of their freedom with color. once they reach the rank of jedi knight they have that freedom and can do with it as they please. while anakin's robes appear to be all black in color, they are in fact a much darker brown, mixed with some black, compared to obi wan's more traditional brown.

secondly, i believe anakin went with a darker color scheme because it was something to express himself. as a slave, we see him wear sandy colors, and those colors almost mirror his attire as a young padawan in tpm. he wasn't free to make many choices of his own as a slave and the same could be said for his padawan days as well, so once he is granted the title of jedi knight? it becomes a sense of freedom that he's never had before and he does with it what he can. it isn't much and he knows it isn't much, but he doesn't know how far he can push.

thirdly, and not nearly as important, anakin gets cold easily. since leaving tatooine his body never fully adjusted to how cold the galaxy is. no planet has ever been as warm, or close to as warm, as his home. by wearing darker clothing he is allowing himself to take in as much heat as possible.

overall, my main feeling is that anakin wants to express himself. he's never had the freedom to do that before and he finally gets a chance once he's knighted. plus, i would also point out that anakin wears darker clothing after his knighting, which is after his mother's death, and so in another spin on it he could also be wearing darker robes as a form of mourning attire. he can't outwardly express his sorrow for her death, so much like a victorian woman in mourning, he expresses it in his clothing.

[rcyaledits]

pictures of amelia obi wan probably has saved on his camera roll

[rcyaledits]

Relief swept over him as she stood and immediately embraced him, his arms enveloping her into a tight hug, it felt as though he had come home. A new experience in itself since the only home he’d ever really known was the Jedi Temple. Now though this was something different, something personal and truly his own. 

「     amelia & obi wan edits     *ੈ✩‧₊˚.        @jedimastre     」

[wornkindness]

@jedimastre asked: ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜

     It was not often Amelia actually saw any of the action in battle, normally she was tucked safely away on the cruiser, but it happened from time to time, to the point she was no longer so outwardly shaken. “Not intentionally.” The wound on her arm was easier to patch up herself than the lash on her forehead. At least easier without a mirror, but she had done her best. Of course it looked much worse than it was and she could only do so much to clean herself up. There was blood still at her temple and now dried in her hair, she had no doubt about it. Still she let him fuss over her and inspect her work.

     “It’s far worse than it looks.” She fights back the urge to take his hands in her own. Though they were in a somewhat secluded spot, and the Clones around them paid them no mind, it was still far too risky. Her reassuring smile turned teasing. “I’m probably still in better shape than you.” She gave a nod to the fresh bruise around his eye. “Do I even want to know how you got that?”

[wornkindness]

@jedimastre ask: ❛ how did you find me? ❜

     “You’re more predictable than you’d like to think.” Her smile was teasing as she moved closer, lowering herself to sit next to him, close enough that she could have easily reached out to touch him, cup his cheek, place a hand to her knee, and he could do the same. But not close enough that he was still allowed his space.

     It was true somewhat, she knew most of the places he sequestered himself when he needed solitude. Though she had not been actively seeking him out. She gave a small wave of her hand as she continued. “Not that I had to guess, Cody told me where you were. It seems that he’s worried.” It was risky to come to him, she knew that, it was why she normally waited unless otherwise prompted. While she herself had not seen anything that was concerning, she was not quick to brush off the Commander’s worry.

     For a moment she studied him, his expression, his posture. Finally she reached out, placing her hand over his own. “Is everything alright?”

[wornkindness]

hello there my dear *kisses her cheek*

     Obi-Wan was free to come and go as he pleased, so while his presence was not out of the ordinary, it was a surprise as she hadn’t heard him come in, Even if she tried, it would be near impossible to hide her smile, in fact she laughs as her heart soars having him back beside her. She leans into the gesture as he leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek.

     “Hello, my darling.” Gentle hands took his face between them, surveying his fine features for a moment. For once he seemed to have returned to her without a black eye or covered in bruises, that she could see anyways. Still he was in one peace and for that she was grateful, as always. Her thumb ran across the apple of his cheek. “You have been most dearly missed.” Amelia says nothing more, but instead brings him to her so she could kiss him properly.

[wornkindness]

@jedimastre ⎯ from here { ❀ }

      Obi-Wan was more or less right where she had left him. It was a sharp juxtaposition seeing him meditate here, nestled in a quiet corner of the gardens she so dearly loved, a spaced he had truly made his own, to the times on the cruiser or even in her apartment on coruscant. He had of course told her about the gardens of the Jedi Temple, in great detail as she had almost grilled him for all the information he was willing to give her about it.

      Amelia did not doubt that it was beautiful, but it was not the same as a garden with an open sky, to feel the sun, the wind, the rain, to see the space basked in moonlight. To hear the sounds of birds, or catch a glimpse of some other creature passing through. But she knew in this she was biased, as she had not actually seen the gardens at the Temple herself. And while it was very unlikely, if she ever should, she’d be happy to admit she was wrong.

     She had picked an assortment of blossoms on her way, but her bundle was looking a little sparse. Quietly as she could, she collected what she felt was missing, making sure to collect those she was familiar with, rather than those he had planted from the Jedi Temple itself before settled beside him. It was not exactly a craft required for her position. But one of her mother’s ladies had made a crown of flowers for her when she had just been a girl, and she had begged and pleaded to be taught how to make them herself. Since then she had only gotten better, one might even say she was a master of the craft.

        Amelia could only give a small shake of her head at his words, though her lips turned upward in a smile. “I think you and I must have different definitions for what silence is then,” she said with equal amusement. She finished her craft, taking a moment to give it one last inspection before turning fully to him. “In some cultures yes, I suppose so.” Her smile was still full of warmth and light as she placed the crown of flowers onto her husband’s head. “But in this one, some would think it almost an act of treason to refuse such a gift from the princess.” Despite her words it was her laughter, soft and sweet and warm like music that filled the space between them as she leaned back to get a better look. “But I will say, you might wear them as well as I do, my darling.”