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Finding Peace
Jan. 27th, 2005 12:59 pm[after this]
Anakin leaves the Healer's Ward looking much changed from the angry young man who'd stalked in there. At least, he appeared calmer, more rational. Obi-Wan hadn't abandoned him. Had forgiven him. Draco, Blaise, and Penny had actually done a lot to help him deal with his negative feelings of late, but it wasn't until he'd actually seen Obi-Wan lying there in the bed, spoken to him, told him everything, and felt Obi-Wan not push him away that he was truly able to feel better.
He had felt so much fear for what would happen to him if and when he returned to the Temple, what the Council might say or do to him. A lot of that comes from his own guilt as well as the things Revan told him of what had been done to her. She hadn't been lying.
But now, his mentor, friend, Master was going to stand with him. Even if their bond hand been sorely tested and strained, it was still there. Anakin didn't care what the Council said. He hadn't lost the only family he really had left. That was enough, for now.
He found his quarters still much as he'd left them months ago, just before Samhain, and was only a little surprised nothing seemed to have been disturbed. Pulling off his borrowed clothes and bathing was the first order of business.
Once done with that, he stared at his now rather shaggy hair in the mirror for a long time, decided it suited him, and left it be. Still, the length of his Padawan's braid peeked from under the rest of his hair.
Anakin then dressed in fresh, clean Jedi robes and retrieved his own lightsaber from where he'd left it before the party. Never again would he leave it behind, he promised himself. The other lightsaber, the one from Revan, he frowned at and wondered what to do with, before finally deciding he would take it with him when he would inevitably be called before the Masters to tell the whole story again. If they didn't want it, he'd make sure it got to Mike, as he'd asked for it. Shrugging, he puts it away, for safekeeping until then and moves to leave, first food, then back to check on Obi-Wan.
On his way out, his gaze slides over something sitting on the table by his bed. A smooth, polished, simple enough looking river stone. He quickly scoops it up, sliding his thumb over it, a slight smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Slipping the rock into a pocket, he now leaves the room.
Food first.
Anakin eats alone, not minding, as he has a lot to process and being alone helps. So lost in thought is he, that he barely tastes his food, eating mechanically, eyes not really seeing his plate. Once done, he heads for the Healer's Ward. Halfway there, almost subconsciously, he moves in a different direction, not toward the Healer's Ward, but instead to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Obi-Wan is probably still resting anyway and Anakin...Anakin needs to find his balance.
Might as well get started on all that meditation he promised me.
Anakin leaves the Healer's Ward looking much changed from the angry young man who'd stalked in there. At least, he appeared calmer, more rational. Obi-Wan hadn't abandoned him. Had forgiven him. Draco, Blaise, and Penny had actually done a lot to help him deal with his negative feelings of late, but it wasn't until he'd actually seen Obi-Wan lying there in the bed, spoken to him, told him everything, and felt Obi-Wan not push him away that he was truly able to feel better.
He had felt so much fear for what would happen to him if and when he returned to the Temple, what the Council might say or do to him. A lot of that comes from his own guilt as well as the things Revan told him of what had been done to her. She hadn't been lying.
But now, his mentor, friend, Master was going to stand with him. Even if their bond hand been sorely tested and strained, it was still there. Anakin didn't care what the Council said. He hadn't lost the only family he really had left. That was enough, for now.
He found his quarters still much as he'd left them months ago, just before Samhain, and was only a little surprised nothing seemed to have been disturbed. Pulling off his borrowed clothes and bathing was the first order of business.
Once done with that, he stared at his now rather shaggy hair in the mirror for a long time, decided it suited him, and left it be. Still, the length of his Padawan's braid peeked from under the rest of his hair.
Anakin then dressed in fresh, clean Jedi robes and retrieved his own lightsaber from where he'd left it before the party. Never again would he leave it behind, he promised himself. The other lightsaber, the one from Revan, he frowned at and wondered what to do with, before finally deciding he would take it with him when he would inevitably be called before the Masters to tell the whole story again. If they didn't want it, he'd make sure it got to Mike, as he'd asked for it. Shrugging, he puts it away, for safekeeping until then and moves to leave, first food, then back to check on Obi-Wan.
On his way out, his gaze slides over something sitting on the table by his bed. A smooth, polished, simple enough looking river stone. He quickly scoops it up, sliding his thumb over it, a slight smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Slipping the rock into a pocket, he now leaves the room.
Food first.
Anakin eats alone, not minding, as he has a lot to process and being alone helps. So lost in thought is he, that he barely tastes his food, eating mechanically, eyes not really seeing his plate. Once done, he heads for the Healer's Ward. Halfway there, almost subconsciously, he moves in a different direction, not toward the Healer's Ward, but instead to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Obi-Wan is probably still resting anyway and Anakin...Anakin needs to find his balance.
Might as well get started on all that meditation he promised me.
