| wiggling by the light of the moon ( |
Sffsgshhhs.
A small shrug here, a waving away of old memories, and Obi-Wan finished cleaning his hands enough to fondly touch Anakin on the shoulder. His smile of pride could have relit suns and enlivened dying stars.
"Not with you."
I cry. ;o;
A small shrug here, a waving away of old memories, and Obi-Wan finished cleaning his hands enough to fondly touch Anakin on the shoulder. His smile of pride could have relit suns and enlivened dying stars.
"Not with you."
I cry. ;o;