𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @lightabandoned
𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 are easy to build. in the mind, they are constructed silently ; obi-wan envisions white marble bricks stacking themselves into a plum - coloured sky, locking away all the things he does not want outsiders to see. the things he does not want to see himself.
but walls crumble.
all it takes to break obi-wan kenobi’s impeccable walls is a well - placed blaster shot from a sniper droid, right beneath the yellow - painted pauldron of a commander’s armour.
his breath locks in his chest, and before he can think he has charged forward, cutting down the enemy in a flurry of fury and blue light. the force envelops him, tempers the molten pit of fear in his gut into a sharp, hard blade. he flings a droideka through a wall, half a scream dying on his lips.
in the ship, later, he stands so still he may have been a statue. like he’s trying to hold the pieces of himself together, watching the medical droid at work.
this is how he appears on the outside — a calm general. a monolith of well - honed control. the perfect jedi.
this is how he is on the inside — a hurricane.
there’s a fault line in obi-wan, and it is shifting. breaking him apart so utterly that he reverberates in the force. he glances at anakin’s reflection in the dark transparisteel wall that separates the corridor from the medical bay. his voice does ( with considerable effort ) not shake when he speaks.
‹ i’m fine, anakin. ›
