Hermit Shack in the Unexplored Wooded Area, Saturday Morning

[saddeserthermit]

After finding that stone last week, Obi-Wan had slept fitfully and well. Some days, perhaps, even too well. He had turned in shortly before sunset yesterday, struck by a sudden wave of exhaustion, and he had slept until the sun rose again the next morning.

Which was when he sat up in bed with so little warning that half his blankets went spilling to the floor.

His senses had just informed him of two things at once: one, that some strange Force entity had just set foot on the island, and two, that another, vastly more familiar presence had made itself known overnight and he had completely slept through it.

He cast his sheets off the bed the rest of the way, and got dressed quickly.

[[ for one, then two. ]]

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[not-foolhardy.livejournal.com]

There was a polite (but in no way diffident) rap at the door.

[sith_happened]

The hair on the back of Anakin's neck had stood up from the moment he stepped on the island. He double-checked to make sure his lightsaber was securely fastened to his hip and that his coffee was piping hot (Rory's weapon of choice was good in a pinch) before heading towards Obi-Wan's place.

Picking up two life signs, both familiar, didn't ease his bad feeling at all. One of them was supposed to be dead, and didn't even have "used to be a Jedi" as an excuse.

"Obi-Wan?" he called out when he was in shouting distance of the shack.