“ then i suppose that gives me more than enough incentive to stay alive.” his hand raised, digits gently curling around her wrist, his thumb carefully brushing up against her alabaster skin with admiration. “ death itself could not cause me to leave you at the altar.”

sneaking up behind 𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺. , placing his cloak securely around her frame. “you looked cold——“ a lie, he merely wanted a sly excuse to approach her.

“ and somehow that doesn’t stop you from absconding with my cloaks unprompted from time to time.” he retorted, a knowing smile twitching onto his features as he stepped forward to stand at her side. “—— not that i’m complaining.” he truly didn’t mind.

oh—— doesn’t it happen everyday already?

favored ? well, that seems like an understatement at this point, but. . he’d never deny blatant favoritism from her.

CARTWHEELS IN. him first !

annnd he’s upside down. and acting oh so casual about it. “ keeping up with a rowdy padawan all these years must’ve taught me something.”

gracefully falling forward to land on his boots, standing to his full height once more. “ i suppose you are correct. then again, i am. . lesser, in stature. that could make the acrobatics a bit easier on my part.”

|| anyway new layout bc pain

|| me, making a new layout: hey did u know obi-wan’s self loathing is so bad he can’t see himself as anything but a fucking failure. like he sees himself as having one personality trait and it’s being a disappointment

RUSHES AT 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌. .

HE’S HERE !! CONTINUES SPRINTING.

|| my bio and layout look so serious and then there’S THE LOCATION I’M WHEEZING

hands twitch at his side. a steady pace being kept, despite merely walking back and forth. impatience , anxiety. some things never change.

ahem , holds out his hand towards 𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺. .

screams into a jar. closes the jar. deep breath. “ everything’s fine.”