#𝟭: 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗛𝗬

[jediirelic]

Obi-Wan has always had careful, surgeon-steady hands, though unable to recall precisely who he inherited them of (Stewjon, certainly; the details beyond that might as well be a sailboat on the horizon, an eidolon silhouetted against the setting sun). Something about them - plain, pitted, calloused by years of training - looks woefully inadequate against the blossom of blood from Anakin Skywalker's wounds. There's a certain .. exasperating panache with which Anakin does everything. Bleeding, it seems, is no exception. Even that cannot be ordinary- paradoxically iridescent, redder, somehow, than he imagines blood ought to be. Crude. Anakin's arm is settled in front of him; the split down his forearm is like a bolt of lightning. Obi-Wan is trying awfully hard not to think too much about the pulse of it beneath his palm as he places his free hand on Anakin's wrist, keeps the other tended over the wound, straightening his arm with care, brows steepled. "This wasn't part of the plan," he chides, but there's no real exasperation in his voice- just a tame, carefully-metered amusement that he's found frequently more effective at tempering his padawan than real admonition. There's a fleeting compulsion to deliver the blood flecked over Anakin's nail to his mouth- soft, distant, like a fleck of ash on the breeze. He releases his wrist, instead. "You must be careful, Anakin." So much for no real admonition.

@jedimessiah