Hand in hand, we work
Jan. 27th, 2026 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravensilversea Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: G
Tags: Canon Compliant, Double Drabble, Light Angst, Grief/Mourning, Jedi Training
Notes: Title is from To Rebuild by Hallie Knight
( Also on Ao3)
Anakin stumbles, his little face twisting into a scowl. His knuckles turn just a bit whiter around his lightsaber, and he stomps his foot, stiff and heavy, and begins the kata again.
Obi-Wan watches, hands folded in his sleeves, butterflies in his stomach. The boy, his padawan, stumbles again, falling to the ground with a growl. He goes to him, kneels down, gentle grasping Anakin’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Qui-Gon should be here, Obi-Wan thinks as Anakin scrapes away his tears with his sleeve and nods. He should be the one training Anakin. He should be there, ready with a cup of tea for Obi-Wan to turn to for advise. He shouldn’t be the ghost haunting them, the broken link in their lineage.
“I’m sorry,” he says, and blue eyes blink up at him. I’m sorry I’m not the master you deserve, he doesn’t say. I’m sorry we’re learning everything on our own. “Shall we try it together?”
A heavy sigh, head turning down, then a shrug. Smiling, Obi-Wan offers a hand. Anakin pulls himself to his feet. They settle into position beside each other. Twin blue sabers ignite, and together they step into the first motions of the kata.
Rating: G
Tags: Canon Compliant, Double Drabble, Light Angst, Grief/Mourning, Jedi Training
Notes: Title is from To Rebuild by Hallie Knight
( Also on Ao3)
Anakin stumbles, his little face twisting into a scowl. His knuckles turn just a bit whiter around his lightsaber, and he stomps his foot, stiff and heavy, and begins the kata again.
Obi-Wan watches, hands folded in his sleeves, butterflies in his stomach. The boy, his padawan, stumbles again, falling to the ground with a growl. He goes to him, kneels down, gentle grasping Anakin’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Qui-Gon should be here, Obi-Wan thinks as Anakin scrapes away his tears with his sleeve and nods. He should be the one training Anakin. He should be there, ready with a cup of tea for Obi-Wan to turn to for advise. He shouldn’t be the ghost haunting them, the broken link in their lineage.
“I’m sorry,” he says, and blue eyes blink up at him. I’m sorry I’m not the master you deserve, he doesn’t say. I’m sorry we’re learning everything on our own. “Shall we try it together?”
A heavy sigh, head turning down, then a shrug. Smiling, Obi-Wan offers a hand. Anakin pulls himself to his feet. They settle into position beside each other. Twin blue sabers ignite, and together they step into the first motions of the kata.
