“Obi-Wan?”
“Mhm?”
“Why do I
have to call you a master?”Obi-Wan
glanced up from his datapad, blinking in confusion. Anakin thought Obi-Wan
looked rather like a new-born bantha with his spiky hair sticking into every
direction; it was only three months after the battle of Naboo and Obi-Wan was
still weird around him.“And you
question this eras-long tradition exactly why…?”Anakin
frowned.“Never mind.”
The young
man pierced him with a long inquisitive look. Anakin thought that his eyes were
like Coruscanti sky, changing throughout the day. They were blue when he woke
up, grey when he set for bed. Green when he gazed into the sunset.“I know I
am… not what you imagined when you accepted Master’s offer… I understand it is…
difficult to view me as a teacher-”*has huge case of the n’awwwws*
Magister
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