( open ) do not stand on my grave and weep

[jedies]

Who: Obi-Wan + You
What: Obi-Wan updating to Post Revenge of the Sith
When: May 7th
Where: Around Trench + Obi-Wan's House

Content Warnings: Possible intense discussions of grief and trauma. Mentions of genocide and mutilation.

( i. awakening — closed to immediate cr + vyng )

[ he awoke in darkness.

that is what terrified him momentarily. the darkness closed in on him, on everyone and he had to warn, he had to stop it, he had to do something. the yawning abyss stretched out and obi-wan thrust his hand forward to touch . . . something soft? like the folds of a cocoon. he grasps and pulls, the force answering his cry like the tempestuous rush of the tide —

— and it breaks, light cascading into his strange prison. he pulls himself out with a gasp, dragging himself along the floor. blearily, he blinks, taking in his surroundings before he rasps out in a voice ill-used for days. ]

W — Where?

( ii. drinks on the house )

[ after (hastily) settling affairs, obi-wan drifts around the town like a ghost. his robe is pulled over his head, leaving his gaze in shadow. not that he meets anyone’s eyes for long. listlessly, he wanders until he finds himself at a bar. before, he would have called up constantine and they would have settled themselves in a corner, drinking without judgment but mindful of each other. constantine is gone. abby is gone. all the friends he used to do such things with — quinlan, shaak ti, mace, kit . . . they’re all gone. his family. his brothers and sisters, all in the force.

gone. the absence of their bonds ache like forgotten stars. he signals for a drink with a sigh. if anyone approaches him in his melancholia, he will reply as such. ]

I’m afraid I’m not much for company at the moment. You’d be better suited elsewhere.

( iii. the sword in hand )

[ in the morning, he tries to return to routine. normalcy. he shouldn’t forgo everything simply because he is changed.

oh, but everything has changed.

he performs the exercise without the use of his saber. not everything is reliant on the edge of the blade and he had other skills to hone. every day, every minute. obi-wan may dislike a number of things, but he refuses to be anything less than perfect in all his deficiencies. and there were just so many, cluttering his head and his heart.

obi-wan wrenches himself out of his thought with a jerk of his head and in a hurried motion, draws his saber and — lava and fire burns all around them, but all he can feel is cold, cold is the touch of the dark, cold is the way that withers all and not even the hatred in anakin’s eyes changed that and obi-wan is so cold, why was this happening, how did they come to this —

— he flings his saber in a burst of pain. it soars through the air before falling to the ground, landing on soft grass. it makes no sound. obi-wan can’t hear anything but the ringing in his ears. his knees sink to the ground and he bows his head while his fingers grasp at his ears.

he can’t hear anything anymore. it’s all cold. ]

Comments

[jedies]

[ softly. ]

It won't be.

[opress]

[He snorted from his nose like a bull.]

Going for the other arm then? You have a habit of taking limbs.

[jedies]

You're under a mistaken impression.

Taking your limbs is a sign of your weakness, not mine.

[opress]

[The truth stung. He didn't deny it, just immediately felt his temper rise. He tossed the blade on the ground in front of Kenobi.]

Get up. I'll show you my strength.

[jedies]

[ the lightsaber flies into his hand. obi-wan rises to his feet, igniting the blade. for a moment, the scenery shifts in his head, bringing back the heat and the fury. he feels his blood boil. ]

[opress]

[No hesitation. Good

Savage grabbed his saberstaff to hand, igniting one end. He wasn't a match for Kenobi's skill, not even with his practice, but he had beaten through the Jedi's defenses on sheer strength of his anger.

He launched in with a massive cleave to try to cut Kenobi in half as the Jedi had done his brother.]

[jedies]

[ his senses are aflame and obi-wan doesn't see savage, but he sees the dark. and something akin to anger flashes in his eyes and his own saber immediately comes up to block and obi-wan lashes out with his foot to push savage back.

he's not holding back. ]

[opress]

[He set his saber against Obi-Wan's, using his strength to try to push the Jedi back. At the same time, he shifted his hips to avoid much of the kick, letting it glanced off of his hip and continuing to push forward.]

[jedies]

[ brute strength is a good tactic against obi-wan who doesn't have much of it. and it would work if he hadn't just faced an emerging darth vader at his feverish pitch, doing the same, trying to push obi-wan over the edge, his blade dangerously close to his throat.

with a strangled noise, obi-wan uses the force to push back, the fervor of his emotions adding an extra punch as obi-wan lashes out in a series of quick but deadly maneuvers. ]

[opress]

[He pushed, using superior strength to push Kenobi's saber back, waiting for the scent of burnt flesh. It didn't come as he felt the pressure of the Force knocked him back two steps, his half-lit saberstaff jerking up in a defensive just to cover the space generated between them.

If anything, fighting Kenobi had taught him a thing or two about attempting a little defensiveness.]

[jedies]

[ it's a good lesson to learn and it helps, certainly. but obi-wan just fought general grievous. he fought dooku. he fought the oncoming dragon, darth vader. and he's still here. and his edge is not brittle and weak, but a solar flare racing across the surface of the sun.

because he doesn't relent. once he pushes with the force, he leaps at savage, his blade coming down straight for his head if he doesn't block quickly enough. ]

[opress]

[Savage gave another step of ground, and he lit the other half of his saberstaff so he could rotate the staff in his hands to deflect the blow aimed at his head. He pushed forward with one half of the blade then altered his push to slash upwards in an attempt to cleave Kenobi in half.]

[jedies]

[ which it does, but the moment savage moves forward, obi-wan shifts his saber to block it and then grabs the middle part of the staff. with a grip so tight, the metal screeches under his hands. ]

No.

[opress]

[Savage snarled as a combination of fear and rage filled him that his saberstaff - his first and only - was under threat. His metal prosthetic snapped out to cross the distance between the blades to attempt to punch Kenobi right in the throat.

It might not be the first battle that he tossed down his saberstaff to punch someone into submission.]

[jedies]

I said no.

[ with the hold he had on the middle, obi-wan pushes hard to throw savage off balance, practically hitting him with his own saberstaff and his own lightsaber moves like an unholy whirl of light, stopping just by savage's throat. ]

No more.

[opress]

[His hips rotated as he was shoved backwards, having to step backwards as he resisted the push of the Force. Such power...

Then he froze when the warmth of a lightsaber blade was at his throat, snorting from his flared nostrils. Mentally he was calculating the odds of victory, of even getting away with enough distance to continue.

He bared his teeth.]

Why stop, Jedi?

[jedies]

[ yellow. what fills his gaze is yellow. yellow and red and the screaming. his hand doesn't shake anymore. why did he stop? it would be quick. it would end. it would be enough.

but it has already ended. for both of them. obi-wan detracts the blade. ]

It's over, Savage. It's been over for years.

[opress]

[Savage stared at Kenobi, and he was getting the impression that this fight had nothing to do with him. Something had happened, which was why Kenobi was so... off. Where was the sass?

He made the mental choice to deactivate his saberstaff when Kenobi's saber was removed from being able to take his head off.]

For whom?

[jedies]

For all of us.

[ even for the dark in a way. because palpatine won't allow any contenders. his power must be supreme in all things. ]

[opress]

Are you referring to my brother's Master?

[That man was a curse, and it was honestly one of the few he was actively afraid of meeting again.]

[jedies]

[ obi-wan gives him a long look. ]

It doesn't matter.

[opress]

It does. You fought me over it. Tell me.

[He was dead, so his stakes in any of this was minimal. Something had made Kenobi all... well, this.]

[jedies]

[ obi-wan gives him a pointed look. ]

And I won. Which means I don't.

[opress]

[In a blink, Savage relit one half of his saberstaff to attempt stabbing Kenobi in the chest.]

[jedies]

[ for the first time, obi-wan's force signature feels oppressive. like a weight settling on a person's chest. obi-wan flings his hand out, stopping him in his tracks. ]

I'm rather short on compassion today. Do not test me.