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Painting Your Nails with Them Scenarios!
Anakin Skywalker:
It was an unusual request, he would give you that. There wasn't many times where you had requested Ani to do something you usually engaged in by yourself, but you figured what harm could come from asking him to paint your nails for you?
"Is that what you want me to do?" He asked, the cocky grin on his face. "Yes! It'll be cute, Ani, pleaseeeee." He sighed, feigning irritation. "Ughhhhhhh, fine." He said, teasingly rolling his eyes. You threw a pillow at him, aimed directly for his face. It hit him and he let out a mockingly pained grunt, falling to the floor overdramatically. "Oh, please. It won't even take long! Plus, you can pick out any color from my collection." Anakin perked up at that, getting up and moving over to the colors you had purchased and liked over the years.
Once Ani had picked one that he liked, he went over to you, grabbing all of the supplies you had gathered for your nails. He sat in front of you, taking your hand into his. His skin was warm and soft. His thumb brushed over your knuckles as he lightly stroked the brush onto your nail, over and over, recoating as many times as he needed or felt was needed. When he was finished, he brought the hand he was working on to rest on any nearby surfaces, letting it dry. "There ya go. Not bad, huh?" Anakin said, leaning back and crossing his arms. He was pretty sure he had done amazingly.
You looked at your now dried nails and took a moment to take them in. It was not bad. Better than you thought. "Color goes well with your skin." He said, smiling at you. You smiled back. "I love them." Before leaning in to a sweet, passionate kiss.
Obi-Wan Kenobi:
Once Obi had returned from one of his journeys, reported back to the Council with his findings, he returned to you. He pulled you into a hug, and kissed you deeply, you both prepared dinner together and ate together before you ran him a bath as you always did.
"Hey, Obi?" You had asked, sitting beside the tub, absentmindedly drawing playing with his dirty, golden blonde hair. He had his eyes closed as he allowed the warm water to soak into his skin and wash away the dirt from his mission. "Hm?" He hummed in acknowledgement to your question. "Would you let me paint your nails, or something?" You proposed to him, and he opened his eyes, his vividly blue eyes trained on you with curiosity. "Yes, I would. But why? I'm not sure the council would allow it, per se."
You had expected this; it was an iffy subject. "I thought it would be fun, something you might like. What if I did it when you were away from the council, on one of your missions?" Obi-Wan's eyes unfocused, as he was in thought. "Yes, that might work."
And so, you began your work when he had gotten dressed and freshened up in the bathroom. He picked a simple neutral color, as this was the first time you'd painted his nails, so he picked the safe option. You worked diligently for roughly around 30 minutes, and when you finished you stretched and encouraged him to take a look. Obi-Wan was stunned when he had seen how there were virtually no mistakes, and the color needed only 2 coats to really pop.
"It's lovely." He beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, glad he liked it.
Luke Skywalker:
Luke had seen how his aunt and uncle were so affectionate with each other, as if their love had just begun and maybe it had, but when he saw his uncle painting his aunt's fingernails with some color she had adored, he knew he had to do it with you.
"Y\N! Y\N!" He called, running with the idea fresh in his brain to you, who was currently fixing one of the haul's of droids. "What is it, Luke?" You asked, not taking your eyes off of what you were doing. "I saw my uncle painting my aunt's nails, and I thought of you. Is that something you like?" You were interested by what he said, so you stopped what you were doing and turned to him "Of course it is!"
A goofy grin plastered itself on Luke's face and he immediately scrambled back to ask his aunt for any nail polish colors she had, when she asked why he said it was something he wanted to recreate with you. She smiled fondly at him and handed her all of the colors she had. Luke thanked her and skipped off to present them to you. "Oh, wow, these are beautiful-" You begin before Luke cuts you off. "I was thinking we could do all of them on each finger!"
You nod, surprised but liking the idea and Luke immediately got to work. He was diligent as he put the brush to your nail and when he was done you were speechless at the job he had done. He smiled that goofy ass smile that he always had around you, and you suddenly gripped his hands and the brush, working to return the favor with a smile.
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🎃 Trick or treat!! 🎃
Hiii have a wonderful halloween :)
:) I wish I saw this sooner! Happy late ass halloween to you too! And happy early Christmas if you celebrate it!
Yeah, yeah. I accept either way, obviously
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How do I know that this wasn't your way of asking for my hand in marriage? Albeit cowardly..
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Halloween With Them Scenarios!
Anakin Skywalker: Anakin adored Halloween. He made that quite obvious when you both started your tradition of driving around Coruscant on the hunt for particularly good houses. It plastered that grin, that signature grin on his face damn near every time. And that in turn, made you smile that radiant smile that gave him butterflies.
Tonight was the 31st, Anakin sneaking away from the Temple after sunset, meeting you in the cozy palace of your home, and you both dressed in your costumes, and grabbed your bags, starting the hunt for the goods.
"So... I was thinking.." He spoke, slowly, looking around for house lights, indicating that trick or treaters were welcome. You perk up, looking over at him. Immediately you notice his mischievous little smirk. And you're slightly skeptical of what his next words are gonna be. "Oh?" You hum in acknowledgement, wanting him to continue. "I got a challenge for you.. We go to as many houses as possible. Get the most candy. Whoever has the least loses. Has to make a playlist for the other."
You raise your eyebrow; how oddly specific. But you smirk as well. "You're on." And you both are on the move, immediately. Anakin parks the cruiser and you both hop out, trick or treating as many houses as possible, hastily moving onto the next, and the next. An hour later, you both move back to the cruiser, your bags feeling as though a sizable rock has been dumped right into each one. It was difficult to carry. You sling yours onto your lap as you climb in, so does Anakin.
As you both arrive home, you are quick to empty the contents of your labor onto the floor, as does Anakin. The candy spills out, wrappers crinkling against each other as the mountains form. He looks at yours. You look at his. You burst out laughing. He was embarrassingly lacking half of what you had. "I knew it! About time I finally won a contest." Anakin scoffed and looked away. Watching as your eyes gleamed with delight at your little victory......
...Little did you know, Anakin gave half of his candy to the kids he had passed on his hunt.
Han Solo: Now he rarely, and I mean rarely found himself going out on this day, especially with the orders he was running with the Millenium Falcon. He found himself too busy to find the time to go out. But, you changed that.
"C'mon, it'll be fun!" You say in protest as he tells you no, for the 5th time that night. He shrugged you off as you clung to his arm. "God, Y\N, persistent, aren't ya?" He teases and you sigh. "Han Solo, you can take a few hours out of that god awful schedule of yours for me. Can't you?" You say those two last words quite loudly, expressing without words how insistent you were about this. Eventually, he gave up.
"Sure, princess. Whatever you makes you happy." He says, flashing you a grin, despite his seemingly dismissive words. As you exclaim in victory, he grabs you by your waist, and brings you in for a passionate kiss. Fiery. And you find yourself melting, before he pulls away. "On one condition.." You scowl at him, and roll your eyes. "Whaaaaat." He grins. "I'm not dressing up. And for every piece of candy I get... equals two kisses." You playfully shove him. "Aren't you just the cutest little negotiator." He laughs and walks beside you into your guys' makeshift bedroom, where you have your costume and respective bags picked out. "So.. what do ya say, sunshine?" He says, poking your head. "Yes. Now come on, jerkface." He brings his hand to the small of your back and led you both out and onto the streets.
You're in for a lot of kisses by the end of it, let me tell you...
Obi-Wan Kenobi: One of his favorite past times during spooky season, besides pumpkin spice lattes, was carving pumpkins. He was bundled up in a toasty coat, scarf and gloves, as he held your hand, looking over the many, many orange pumpkins, trying to decipher which ones were good and chunky enough to be waltzed back home. "Obi, come on. By the time you're done picking one, it'll already be summer." You exaggerate, feeling the chilly breeze of autumn overcome you in waves, leading to light goosebumps over your skin.
"Yes, yes, just one more second, my love." He said, waving you off with his free hand. You sigh, looking around at the decorations the market has, dropping your hand to your side as you gaze at what is in season.
You were looking at wreaths as Obi-Wan found you. "Here." He said proudly, as you gazed at two plump pumpkins. You smile. "Good job." You peck his cheek before gathering some candles and the carving kit. As you check out and arrive at home, Obi-Wan has gone into full concentration mode.
You follow after him, grabbing the design you both agreed on and beginning to carve and gut your pumpkin. It was an oddly therapeutic but at times frustrating process. Somehow, it all managed to come together, no matter how many trials and errors it produced. You wipe your forehead with the clean part of your arm, and crack your back, Obi-Wan smiled as he went to clean his hands and take off his apron. You again followed.
"Did you grab the lights?" He inquired, drying his hands off. You nod, taking a square or two of the paper towels. "They're on the table." You nod in the direction of the candles and he grabs them, flickering the lighter on and bringing awakening to the wicks as he settled them cozily into the center of the pumpkins. He balanced his as you both walked outside, placing them where you thought they looked best.
It always made Obi-Wan happy, and it was something that kept you both busy. The results were always worth the time and effort. And Obi-Wan certainly thought so.
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Sleeked Windows
Outside was a downpour; the sky raging at the land in an hour long battle, punctuated by short respite, then continuation. The sky, shrouded by dark, ominous clouds lashing whipping winds and hail-like rain, causing everyone to stay at home.
You and Anakin were no exception. In a way, you were glad that the storm was scheduled for today. Ani had been away so frequently it seemed like you both lived in two different places, you at the palace of your home and him at the Temple. However, the storm offered a breather, a chance for reconnection.
Anakin sat on the sofa, his Jedi clothes shed and in a washing cycle currently as he called to you, as you worked on some hot cocoa in the kitchen. "Angel, how many blankets did you want to use?" You took a moment to think. "Those two weighted ones, of course!" He nodded to himself and moved to go grab them, passing by you as you added extra jumbo marshmallows into the mug, to the point where the liquid was invisible. "You and your marshmallows.." He chuckled, wrapping his mechanical hand around your waist, letting it rest on your soft tummy as he leaned in to kiss your neck a few times.
"I've missed you.." You confess to him finally, your hand slipping off of the mug as you rest it on the counter. He lets out a hum, pulling off of your neck. "I've missed you too, princess.. I know I've been away, busy. But we have all the time in the world to spend." He whispers into the shell of your ear, before resuming his sweet assault on your neck, eventually picking you up, bridal style, as if you weight nothing, and carrying you to the couch, throwing you onto it, and watching your face contort in surprise, slight fear and then happiness.
He took his spot beside you, wrapping you in one of the weighted blankets, pressing the remote to the hologram-drama. The hot chocolate completely forgotten as he embraced you tightly, as if he never wanted you to leave.
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Author's Note: I have no idea how long it's been! But here you go hehe.
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why's it always "anakin is irredeemable for what he did to the tuskens" and never "the tuskens are irredeemable for what they did to their hostages"?
Mm.. seems legit.
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First Date Scenarios!
Kylo Ren: Despite everything you think, Kylo Ren is a romantic. Maybe not a complete romantic, but he finds himself attracted like a magnet to wine and deep conversations. Once he sat down, at the very console that commandeered his ship, run by tech savvy officers, his gaze lingered on you, intensely. Sure, he made no real effort to dress up in a tuxedo or anything, but he was drawn to how you dressed yourself. It accentuated features about you he overlooked.
He thought you were beautiful in your most bare form, however, it seems like you radiated in this dimly lit room, and you were unaware of how he had to force himself not to stare at you. "So, Y\N. Let's start with your favorite food?" Kylo spoke out, his voice soft like a whisper but curious as a cat. Your eyes met his, sipping your wine slowly. The interest he had in yours burned almost as bright as your own.
You go on to tell him your favorite foods, colors, movies, shows and whatever else comes to either of your heads, and he shares the same. You two chat for hours, the wine bottle drains quickly and it's like you both are insatiable, it is only when one of his Admirals pops in to tell him that it is past midnight and his presence is needed somewhere else that Ren is forced out of the conversation to realize the time is way past midnight. He turned to you and walked with you a bit.
"Tonight was fun. Can we do it again, if you don't mind?" He expresses as he stops in front of you. "I really enjoyed speaking to you." You beam at him, nonverbally communicating you agreed it was a great time. Almost fictional. "Yes, of course!" Kylo donned a little smile, before you walked over to him and planted a sweet kiss to his cheek, fleeting but even after you pulled away, he could feel your soft lips on his skin. It caused his skin to heat up, and a blush to sneak up and attack his cheek and neck. You chuckle at him and tease him about it before he ultimately had to leave. His gaze was soft when he began walking to where he was needed, and directed to the floor. He felt like a schoolboy.
Anakin Skywalker: Anakin had so much planned for this date. He was determined to indulge the soft side of himself and planned a walk to a special place. He came by to pick you up in his speeder, the sky bleeding into ethereal shades of orange, pink and hints of purple as a deep shade of midnight blue planted traces of its color on the horizon, threatening to overtake the sky in time. "Hey, angel. Ready for a ride?" He asks, that grin, borderline cocky that always made you laugh because of how stupidly beautiful it was, captivating your attention before his words.
You couldn't ever deny yourself the butterflies that fluttered around wildly in your stomach at those soft and damn near seductive nicknames he had for you, they managed to make your knees weak everytime. "Obviously." You snicker, getting in. Anakin glances down at your clothing, he likes how well you pick out your outfits. It was one of the first things that enticed his fascination to about you, initially. "So... where are we going, Ani?" You inquire and he smirks. "For a little walk, princess."
As you got to Anakin's house, you were a bit perplexed. "Why are we-" Before you could finish, Anakin shushed you and went over to you, helping you get out. You both walked around a bit, and Anakin asked you questions about yourself, and vice versa. You found yourself smiling and laughing a lot, and he told a lot of stories about his Jedi life. It genuinely interested you what that life holds, and what could drive a man like Anakin, talented, charismatic and shamelessly gorgeous to chose that path. "Because I've always looked up to Jedi and the Jedi Order. My mom and I were slaves, and when Qui-Gon and Master Kenobi showed up, it amplified that admiration. Especially when Qui-Gon told me I had that potential to be what I wanted to be. It's a kid's dream to be like someone they idolize and it's difficult to describe that joy I felt when he told me I could be like him."
You process that for a few minutes, and you both stay in silence as you do. "Close your eyes." Anakin says softly, you look at him for a moment before doing as he said. You can hear his footsteps rushing to do something and then coming back to your side. "There." You open your eyes slowly to find a dazzling display of a version of a Protocol Droid. "What...?" You speak, completely at a loss for words. Anakin laughs, and rolls his eyes playfully.
"For you. He hasn't been activated yet. I made him not too long ago. I can show you how to work him, if you want. But yeah, he's all yours." Your head whips around to Anakin, his arms crossed over his chest in that confident pose. He nods to confirm that he is not lying and the droid is yours. You laugh awkwardly as you approach the droid. Anakin makes a few movements and the Droid turns on. "I am E-5O, Human-Cyborg Relations." You were at a genuine loss for words. But moved to hug Anakin tight to yourself and he hugged back immediately.
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Reading With Them Scenarios!
Anakin Skywalker: On those days when the Temple seemed to forget him and when he forgot about the duties of the Jedi, his mind was submerged in you. He would wake up beside you, spooning you impossibly close to his toned, cozy chest, and his lips would trail clumsy kisses to your earblobe. His breath hitting your neck as he asked in that raspy, morning tone what your plans would be. Your hands would find his golden locks and tangle your hands in them as you hum. "I need to catch up on my book, Ani.." Anakin leans in, his lips capturing your own in that lazy, affectionate kiss that you found yourself melting into. "Mm, 'course sweetness.." He pulled the covers off of you both, cradling you like a child as he got off the bed, you in his arms bridal style. Anakin brings you to the living room couch, setting you on his lap as he secures his mechanical arm over your waist, his face in your neck. "You forgot my book, Ani." You laugh and he smirks at you, raising his hand to the tableside where your book lay and using the Force, to bring it to rest in your lap. You roll your eyes at his showing off and begin reading, murmuring the words so he can hear as well.
Kylo Ren: He was barely one for reading, he found it quite annoying. He had matters to deal with; a master who used him, a snarky ginger and a group of people both running to and from him. Multiple headaches and you were the respite from his exhaustion. Once he turned in, there you were, as welcoming as his bed but as alluring as a mystery. Especially when his eyes can rest on your current activity. You were reading, and he could see that you were right beside the characters in the story, and definitely did not hear the door open. Kylo takes a moment to appreciate how attractive you were. It made him feel a combination of embarrassment, but also affection. He didn't care about how he seemed like a lovesick teenager instead of a commander of a ship, he cared about the warmth of your body, the sound of your slow breath and the touch of your love that soothed his soul. He sat beside you, and rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. Of course this brought you down to reality, so as you moved a hand to rest over his shoulder you hand him his own book, and he opens it without so much as a word.
Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi Wan adored reading, and he knew you did as well. It was sort of your own little couple thing, curling up cozy beside each other and quietly reading the day away. Occasionally getting up for restroom breaks or perhaps a fresh cup of warm tea. Words didn't need to be spoken, just the quality time with you spoke volumes. Obi sometimes believed that Jedi duties could never compare to you. His duty to you was far more encompassing than any other, alas, he still continued with his duties, because it still meant something, but he yearns for those cozy days on the sofa, the serenity of comfortable silence and the fuzzy feeling you expel just by proximity.
🎵I’m a feminist obviously but I really wouldn’t mind him saving me🎶
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How many times must we revisit this topic????????
Painting with Them Scenarios!
Kylo Ren: Has he ever even touched a paintbrush before? No. And he's never seen a canvas before, but you seemed so adamant, so determined to do such a thing and show him a relaxing pastime.
When Kylo was not so caught up with his Supreme Leader duties, or worrying about the future of the First Order, he was with you, watching as you methodically dipped the tip of the brush into the warm water, wiped the droplets off on the towel, ran the bristles over the desired paint and starting brushing away. In moments like these, he would never speak, because he could swear your relaxation fueled his own.
Pretty soon, he was following you, side by side with you as you submerged yourself in the soft brush of the paints and how all of it came together to form a beautiful picture. He would never admit it, but when you had your hair back, in the messiest bun, your eyes gleaming with sparkles of happiness and firm with concentration, eyebrows tinged with how engrossed you were in the sway of your brush, he would whisper to himself that you were beautiful, usually followed by a love confession in his head.
It brought a smile to his face every time, made him feel like the world stopped and the universe was at both of your feet, even if for a second or two.
Anakin Skywalker: It was his idea, and you agreed because it brought that crooked grin that you secretly loved to his face (and he finally put a sock in it). So, he was instantly using the force to bring the canvas, the stored away brushed and paint away as you readied the container for the water and a towel.
He sat down and brought you to his lap, as he smiled at you. "We'll do a little project, yeah? Just you and me, cupcake." He kissed your cheek and wet his brush, wiped it off and dipped it into the paint. He stared intensely at it as he started and you followed soon after, even with no words, you both worked in sync. No words needed to be spoken in a moment like this.
At the Temple Anakin was a Jedi, but at your palace, behind the four walls that surrounded the two of you, he was yours and you were his. You both painted for hours, taking occasional water, bathroom or cramped hand breaks. The project was coming together; a painting of both of you, by the balcony, gazing out at Coruscant with firmly held hands.
Anakin gazed at you, that cocky grin plastered on his face as you both finally left the painting out to dry. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you like a feather as he brought you to your feet on the floor, and leaned down to brush over your cheeks, that glint in his eyes hinted at adoration, love and affection, but also a primal need to protect you from any and everything. The look that made a shiver run up and down your spine as he brought you in for a slow, passionate kiss.
The Anakin Skywalker glare.
Luke Skywalker: Much like Kylo, Luke has never touched a paintbrush or heard of paint. Poor baby would look at you confused, tilting his head as he tried to make out your words in Tatooine moisture farmer language.
But he was eager to learn! The first time you and him painted together, he was clumsy and dropped the brush a few times, splattering paint on the floor that he (messily) cleaned up. But he got the hang of it and quite frequently tugged you along to paint with him. It felt intimate to do something like this. To pour your heart out on this canvas and turn it into a sentimental image that you both would work hours to perfect.
His oceanic eyes would skim over your paintings everytime, and he plastered them up around his room, as if they were posters of his favorite music band or interest. They were yours, and they were sacred. In return, you had a few (thousand) of his in yours as well, even if you both shared a bedroom, you had his very first painting that you held dear the most, but all the others. That smile on your face, the paint that somehow would get smeared on your face, and coat your fingers, made him melt. He loved you. And every single time you looked so naturally or did something that others would deem silly or odd, he could hear a voice in his mind saying you were precious.
And what he would give to see the sight of you smiling, the radiance in your face, that gleam in your eye when you looked so messy, so unorganized but somehow heavenly.
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A little something for my soon vacation (I'll be gone for like 3 months, but no worries, I will be posting or trying to post a short blurb in a sec <3)
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Seeing You Play an Instrument Scenarios!
Anakin Skywalker: Anakin had just gotten home from a long, problematic day at the Temple. All he found himself thinking of while being lectured by Obi-Wan for the upteenth time was you. The way you smelled, your smile and that little chortle of a laugh you have... he could go on for hours. He was infatuated with the sight of you. "Anakin, are you listening?" Obi-Wan asks with a raised eyebrow. That snapped Anakin out of his daydream of losing himself in your skin. "Yes, Master." Obi-Wan looks at him for a good couple of tense seconds before sighing. "Go home, Anakin. Clear your head and come back."
Anakin dashed out of the Temple, jumping into his cruiser before speeding home. He jumped into your palace of a house, outstretching his arms in a confident gesture, a smirk on his face. But... he doesn't see you. But the soft hum of music melts his mind; he can't help but follow it. It leads him to your guys' shared bedroom, the smell of your favorite vanilla and tangerine candle pleases his nose as he's met with the sight of your back as you strummed the strings of a guitar.
Oh, what a sight for sore eyes. Anakin sits on a chair, his eyes closed, feeling the hum of reverberation from the strings go straight to his soul. Paired with the soft, quiet singing of yours as you wrote lyrics and matched them with the emotion of the soft strum. He did not say a single word, as he knew you wouldn't play so soulfully if you knew of his presence. So, he remained quiet, his eyes still closed, his head leaned back. What a relaxing wind-down from the troublesome day. The intimacy of seeing into your emotions and listening them pour into your lovely music was overwhelming but Anakin embraced it deeply.
He wanted to get lost into your soul and the pools of deep to shallow emotions if it meant that he could hear this sweet melody again.
Luke Skywalker: You agreed to play your violin for him, as he wished to hear it and wanted to learn. How could you say no to those big, blue atlantic eyes of his? So, here you were. Stood in his room, repeatedly moving your bow to the strings of your bow as you concentrated on the tone of your music, and the amount of soul you poured into it.
As you did, you felt the memories of past experiences hit you like bricks, and a certain, new rush of emotions, varying in feel, poured into your bow as you stroked it over the chestnut violin. Luke sat on the bed, his eyes wide with amazement, his eyebrows set high and his body moving in a soft, but increasingly intense rhythm as the music hit it's nirvana and winded down. He hummed softly and sung soft, sweet lyrics that became more and more prominent with each crescendo of yours, this was beautiful to him. His eyes fluttered closed and then open, to observe your beautiful face, furrowed eyebrows and the glistening of sweat as you focused.
It truly was a rare and poetic sight of you. Focused, sweaty but so full of emotion that it overflowed and linked Luke closer to you. His blue eyes shined with a feeling of pride and happiness at the sight of his lover doing what she loved and sharing such a sacred moment with you as you both wrote music together in your free time.
These moments were what gave him strength to go on everyday, and made him cradle you close at night tighter than usual.
Obi-Wan Kenobi: It was unexpected, to hear you playing an instrument. But it was early morning, and Obi-Wan found himself to be awoken by passion as you called his name. He could see you in the living room, in the piano he bought for you a few years ago.
He got up, walking over to the door frame as he watched. You played the keys beautifully, reading off the sheet in front of you as you occasionally fumbled from your own eagerness. But, it was intense, passionate and brought a feeling of warmth to spread throughout his chest. The moment he saw your head leaned back, as your hands moved fluently over the vast space of the white and black keys, searching for something to resonate a electric-like sound that sent shivers through his spine and made his ears crave more.
You didn't sing, vocalize or hum, you simply let your fingers create such a sound. Obi-Wan let out a sigh as he loosened up, your music sent him on a roller coaster of emotions: Happy, anxious, content and yearning. But he always wanted more.
He could swear that your music could end a war. It always ended the war of his mind and heart on how much you meant to him and how much he truly loved you.
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A\N: Been a while since I actually posted. Expect more content as I kick my writers block in the ass.
This turned out waaaay better than I expected <33
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