#olyteus

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                                        blood on the sand / @olyteus​

                ❝  and  who  are  you  but  an  old  man  who  stands  against  the  sands  of  times  on  this  wasteland.  ❞

[ereknight]

@olyteus​ said: ❛  i don’t want to explain a thing  ❜

NOT HERE

     BEN  HAS  NEVER  BEEN  forthcoming  with  his  past.   and  seteth  knows  that  what  little  he’s  given  has  been  lies  to  cover  secrets.   they  are  both  men  whose  truths  are  buried  six  feet  under  the  earth,   to  be  swallowed  and  consumed  as  nutrients  until  they  are  no  more.

     but  the  object  ben  has  presented  him  .  .  .   well,   seteth  can’t  well  say  that  it’s  very  fair  he  can’t  ask  for  an  explanation.   all  he  showed  him  was  how  it  worked,   nothing  about  where  it  comes  from.   but  he’s  wary,   now,   and  his  stomach  rolls.   the  technology  reminds  him  too  much  of  the  agarthans.   how  advanced  they  were,   how  because  of  their  hubris  they  were  cast  down.

     and  perhaps  it’s  not  fair  of  him  to  expect  ben  to  come  forward  about  his  past  and  origins  when  he  won’t  even  touch  on  the  topic  of  himself.

     ❝  i  suppose  i  should  explain  myself  first  .  .  .   if  we  are  to  be  more  honest  with  each  other  .  .  .   if  we  are  to  .  .  .  ❞   his  voice  tapers  off.

     he  knows  how  closed  ben  is,   how  REPRESSED  he  is.   he  struggled,   even,   to  simply  allow  himself  to  call  them  FRIENDS.   to  be  considered  MORE  would  be  too  much  for  him  he  suspects.

[astranovus]

@olyteus​ // semi-plotted starter

            Anakin had lost count of time. It had been more than a few weeks since they arrived on this planet, tired and weary from running. From everything. It had been hard, at first, to push himself. The conviction he had felt toward fighting the Empire fizzled out in the onslaught of his overwhelming grief. Anakin supposed that hadn’t really changed, but it had become the quiet backdrop. Something he could ignore and put aside until it eventually ate him alive. The usual way of things since he never could release his feelings into the Force. As they said, time healed wounds. Or at least they made them more bearable. So, Anakin trudged on. 

           If he was a lot more stoic or short-tempered, it was understandable. 

           He wasn’t Anakin Skywalker, anymore. He was just a mechanic. A young, one-eyed mechanic who kind of looked like the hero from the Holonet, but couldn’t be. He didn’t speak Huttese and spit curse words and fit in too well with spice runners and smugglers. How else was he supposed to make any kind of money? 

            They weren’t going to stay long, or so he kept telling himself. 

                          “I hate this place,” Anakin announced as he entered their ramshackle cabin. The roof leaked during the sporadic, sudden downpours. A heavy dampness clung to the interior. “I know I say that every day, but I do. Maybe if we gather enough credits while we’re here, we can take our leave and set up shop somewhere else.”

[rbeljedi]

olyteus replied to your post “he deserves to be bullied.”

He’s been hanging out w han too much

to be fair i thiNK he’s trying to pose as a smuggler type which means he’s channeling han.  but also what the fuck luke. 

[akhilaous-a]

@olyteus​ said: "What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalisation."

     A  SHORT ,  DISBELIEVING  LAUGH ,  and  anakin  casts  a  glance  toward  his  best  friend .  (  his  rock .  were  it  not  for  obi - wan ,  he  doubts  he'd  have  been  able  to  survive  the  clones  turning  on  them ,  doubts  he'd  have  been  able  to  make  it  back  to  padmé .  )  after  all  these  years  —  the  time  he  spent  training  anakin ,  raising  anakin ;  the  way  they  worked  together  during  the  war ,  able  to  best  any  enemy  so  long  as  they  were  together ;  the  way  they  survived  the  end  of  the  war  and  the  beginning  of  the  empire  and  every  mission  against  the  tyrannical  government  that  seeks  to  destroy  them  —  after  all  that ,  obi - wan  still  thinks  he  is  not  one  with  the  world ?

     it's  almost  as  if  he's  never  seen  the  way  the  twins  beg  for  his  attention  —  and  anakin  knows  that  to  be  untrue ,  has  seen  the  immediate  way  obi - wan  relents  when  one  of  them  wants  to  be  picked  up .  it's  almost  as  if  he's  not  been  there ,  night  after  night ,  when  their  family  —  which  includes  obi - wan ,  because  it's  always  included  obi - wan  —  sits  up  late ,  curled  up  against  each  other ,  laughing  so  hard  at  a  memory  that  their  stomachs  hurt ,  or  crying  over  that  same  memory  until  their  throats  are  raw .  how  can  obi - wan  have  experienced  the  depth  of  love  that  they  each  hold  for  him  and  think  that  he  could  ever  hold  himself  apart  from  it ?

     but  he  supposes  he  shouldn't  be  surprised  —  obi - wan  has  always  been  like  this .  has  always  been  unable  to  see  what's  right  in  front  of  him ,  what's  so  clearly  obvious  to  everyone  else .  (  all  those  times  that  he's  exasperatedly  asked  anakin  where  he  learned  some  frustrating  trait  or  another ,  when  anyone  could  see  that  he  learned  almost  everything  he  knows  from  obi - wan .  )  so  anakin  simply  leans  over ,  rests  his  arm  on  his  best  friend's  shoulder  with  an  amused  grin .    ❝  okay ,  obi - wan .  if  you  say  so .  oh  —  by  the  way ,  you  can't  skip  out  on  dinner  tonight ,  i  promised  leia  that  you'd  tell  her  about  that  time  on  alaris .  ❞    a  glint  of  mischief  in  his  eyes .    ❝  y'know ,  the  seventh  time  i  saved  your  life .  i'd  hate  for  you  to  let  her  down  and  not  be  able  to  tell  her  about  it ,  she  seemed  very  interested .  ❞

[peacemartyred]

WOODKID || accepting 

❛ the fire and the pain will now be coming to an end. ❜ -- @olyteus

won’t that be a first for you? the pain coming to an end? it was almost the first thing off her lips, but instead padme smiled before she reached over and took his hand in both of hers. she gave his hand a soft, warm squeeze. “i hope you know that even though the war is done, you’re still a part of the family obi-wan. don’t think you can just sneak off and try to retire to a life of solitude, and contemplation. it’s not happening,” she warned him. 

“i mean the twins would just be so sad if their uncle obi left, and you know, where would anakin and i ever get a baby-sitter for date night,” she joked. 

[apollonic-a]

@olyteus​ / plotted

     ANGER ,  HOT  AND  SEDUCTIVE ,  thrums  through  their  veins  when  they  see  him .  there  is ,  of  course ,  the  momentary  disbelief ,  the  briefest  instant  of  wondering  if  they  have  finally  gone  mad  —  but  no .  it's  true .  there  stands  OBI - WAN  KENOBI ,  looking  fairly  worse  for  wear ,  but  alive .  obi - wan  is  alive .  he  is  living ,  breathing  —  not  dead ,  then .  (  not  that  the  council  deigned  to  tell  them  of  his  demise ,  of  course ;  no ,  aayla  had  to  find  them  and  break  the  news .  )  (  they  don't  know  if  it  would  have  been  better  or  worse  to  have  heard  from  the  holovids  —  but  at  least  aayla  could  hold  them  through  their  pain .  )

     they  stride  over  to  him ,  plant  themself  directly  in  his  line  of  sight  with  their  arms  crossed .  they  do  not  say  a  word ;  all  they  do  is  stand  there ,  staring  at  him .  a  hurricane  of  emotion  swirls  underneath  their  placid  surface .  (  the  agony  of  having  to  mourn  one  of  the  few  people  they  still  feel  truly  connected  to ,  the  fear  of  loss  that  is  ever - present  inside  them ,  the  joy  that  he  is  alive  and  here ,  the  anger  that  he  didn't  tell  them .  )  the  look  on  their  face  does  not  need  translation :  it says ,  very clearly ,  explain yourself .

[sorrowmarked-a]

the mummy  + the mummy returns || accepting 

❝ i’ll tell you a story sometime. ❞ -- @olyteus​

Leia’s big brown eyes went to his face, a pout pulling at her lips. “Why not now?” she asked, “Obi, why can’t we have a story now?” True she could just go to Threepio for a story ( and often did ), tonight she wanted a story from Obi. “Please Obi, just one story, then Luke and I will go right to sleep. We promise,” Leia said, speaking for her brother as she so often did.