February & March Catch-All

[spiritwalks]

Who: Vyng spiritwalks and various others
What: Catch-All for February. Closed Prompts (in comments) for now, but am open to adding more!
When: Various
Where: Various

Content Warnings: Listed in subject lines when applicable

Notes:

- Style veers wildly between prose and brackets. Just choose whatever style feels good when responding, and I'll match it ♥

- Feel free to hit me up at jackets or Jansen#8997 for plotting and general chatter...or if you want a starter of your own!

Comments

[spiritwalks]

[Vyng doesn't know a lot of things. But he lends an ear anyway, chiming in with an occasional "uh-huh?" or "yeah?" as Obi-Wan elaborates.

It's heavy stuff. He gives himself some time to process by taking a slow sip from his cocktail glass. (Well, tries to take a sip, anyway. A piece of tomato gets caught in the straw.) With a sigh of his own, he stirs the drink again.]

Wow. All that, and the regular bullshit this town tosses at everyone? It sounds awful, man.

No wonder everything here feels off. You must be terribly worried about him.

[jedies]

I am.

[ there's no denying it. ]

But if he cannot pull himself out of it . . .

[spiritwalks]

He's yours. [Student. Brother. Son. It doesn't matter what word you use in that particular moment, because the outcome is the same:] You feel like the buck stops with you, and that...you'll need to be the one who confronts him. Whatever shape that ends up taking.

[jedies]

. . . It is my duty.

[spiritwalks]

Something you need to do without other people's help?

[It's an honest question.]

[jedies]

I'm honestly not sure how anyone can help.

Anakin must help himself. We can do all we can, but he must make his choices.

[spiritwalks]

[Gently:]

I wasn't talking about Anakin.

[jedies]

[ ah. ]

I don't think it's the kind of help I want.

[spiritwalks]

What kind of help are you imagining?

[jedies]

The kind that could absolve me.

[spiritwalks]

You need to confront him on your own, in other words.

[jedies]

I don't need to.

But I might have to. I can't expect someone else to if he slides into the dark.

[spiritwalks]

[A slow nod.]

I understand.

[Even before the Summoning Stones, he'd started training his body for a reason: "I can't expect someone else to." Especially those creatures who once threw themselves into Vyng's personal battles so willingly. As a Druid, it just didn't feel right anymore.]

[jedies]

[ he didn't want to. it should not be asked of him, but he knows it would be. and he knows that he couldn't expect or want anyone else to do it.

it's a vice around his heart. so he falls quiet. ]

[spiritwalks]

[To Vyng, the love and affection between Obi-Wan and Anakin is as plain as the pale moon. Even if they're pitted against each other — even if that moon seemingly wanes — the light will still be there, somewhere.

(It's what he wants to believe, even in the wake of his father's fear and the harm it inflicted on him and his mother.)

Obi-Wan was right to point out the effect his free-wheeling, rootless nature has had on dealing with his trauma. And yet, even in his eagerness to leave it behind, Vyng still carries the heartbreak of watching his family fall apart. Still feels sick at the idea of facing his father. Those feelings, sharply wedged between soft memories of wapple strudel and loving lullabies, stick into his heart like thorns.

He wouldn't wish it on anyone.

The quiet settles between them like a lunar moth's whispers, with a complexity and depth lost to most ears. Vyng's fingers, still threaded with Obi-Wan's, warmly press into the back of his friend's hand.]