[for Obi-Wan (with special guest Nathan)]
Sep. 29th, 2021 11:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It happens sometimes, though Vanya doesn't necessarily want people to know.
She's not ashamed -- not of him, anyway. As is usually the case, any shame is her own, about what she is and what she might be versus who she wants to be. Most people can fuck up in their lives and stand back on their own two feet with minimal damage. Not Vanya, powered instrument of destruction, taught nothing about the truth of her life and how to live with it. She has her family's enduring support. Still, sometimes she can see it so clearly: that little flick of fear behind their eyes. They're not scared of her, but of what she might do without meaning to. She does her best not to use her powers around them, save for the ripples of power that surge when she plays music. It's just a whisper of wind, sometimes just a feeling. To her, it brings a sense of unparalleled rightness. Pushed too far, the feeling becomes something else, something terrifying -- and that feels right, sometimes, too. But she can never tell her family that. Why share knowledge that would only make them afraid?
Nathan is not afraid. Nathan is - and she believes this with the gentlest, most complete fondness in her heart - an idiot. He doesn't know that her powers ended the world (almost twice), but he knows she's afraid of what she can do. Still, he treats her like his favorite roller coaster, hitting her up whenever he's ready to take flight for no reason. Immortality affords him this idiocy. Maybe he's not the best person in the world, but he trusts her and she can be honest with him. Her powers have a way of making him happy. There is no end to the value in that. And she can't hurt him.
She got close once, when the space between her potential and her control widened too far, and she started to take. Not enough time passed to kill him. Nathan didn't even seem to notice. Like the most precious drill sergeant to ever goad a nuclear bomb, he'd only barked at her for dropping him. Anger pressed itself into her chest, but she breathed. And stared at Nathan with clear, cold eyes. And breathed. He didn't seem to notice he was in danger. What a great and terrifying thing.
They're at a different park today, one with slightly less trees for Nathan to get tangled up in. Visibility is better, too. Less safe for Vanya, but probably a better view for Nathan. It's okay. This has been going on long enough, doing it safe enough that she's managed to forget it's wrong. They're just two friends chatting in a park about life, about Darrow, about nothing in particular as one of them suspends the other in the air and tosses him around.
"Are you done yet?" Vanya asks, the smallest, fondest smile on her face. Looking up at him, her skin extra pale, colorless eyes following his trajectory, she feels oddly content.
She's not ashamed -- not of him, anyway. As is usually the case, any shame is her own, about what she is and what she might be versus who she wants to be. Most people can fuck up in their lives and stand back on their own two feet with minimal damage. Not Vanya, powered instrument of destruction, taught nothing about the truth of her life and how to live with it. She has her family's enduring support. Still, sometimes she can see it so clearly: that little flick of fear behind their eyes. They're not scared of her, but of what she might do without meaning to. She does her best not to use her powers around them, save for the ripples of power that surge when she plays music. It's just a whisper of wind, sometimes just a feeling. To her, it brings a sense of unparalleled rightness. Pushed too far, the feeling becomes something else, something terrifying -- and that feels right, sometimes, too. But she can never tell her family that. Why share knowledge that would only make them afraid?
Nathan is not afraid. Nathan is - and she believes this with the gentlest, most complete fondness in her heart - an idiot. He doesn't know that her powers ended the world (almost twice), but he knows she's afraid of what she can do. Still, he treats her like his favorite roller coaster, hitting her up whenever he's ready to take flight for no reason. Immortality affords him this idiocy. Maybe he's not the best person in the world, but he trusts her and she can be honest with him. Her powers have a way of making him happy. There is no end to the value in that. And she can't hurt him.
She got close once, when the space between her potential and her control widened too far, and she started to take. Not enough time passed to kill him. Nathan didn't even seem to notice. Like the most precious drill sergeant to ever goad a nuclear bomb, he'd only barked at her for dropping him. Anger pressed itself into her chest, but she breathed. And stared at Nathan with clear, cold eyes. And breathed. He didn't seem to notice he was in danger. What a great and terrifying thing.
They're at a different park today, one with slightly less trees for Nathan to get tangled up in. Visibility is better, too. Less safe for Vanya, but probably a better view for Nathan. It's okay. This has been going on long enough, doing it safe enough that she's managed to forget it's wrong. They're just two friends chatting in a park about life, about Darrow, about nothing in particular as one of them suspends the other in the air and tosses him around.
"Are you done yet?" Vanya asks, the smallest, fondest smile on her face. Looking up at him, her skin extra pale, colorless eyes following his trajectory, she feels oddly content.
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Date: 2021-11-11 05:43 pm (UTC)Obi-Wan trails off, smiling a little. It surprises him less than it might someone else, likely because he's seen his own face here in Darrow, in Dan, and Harley had mentioned a man in her life, too, who looked just like him.
"Young, though," he says. "He can't be much older than Anakin, if he is at all." And somehow Anakin seems like much more of an adult, but he has been on the serious side since he was a child.
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Date: 2021-12-03 06:14 am (UTC)"Anakin who you trained, right?" Vanya ventures. She laughs. "Can you imagine training Nathan?" Lightsabers for dicks and a lot of bitching, no doubt. It's funny to imagine, as long as they're saying this side of serious.
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Date: 2021-12-05 09:29 pm (UTC)But it was always going to be the case that Anakin was his Padawan. Obi-Wan had promised Qui-Gon, after all.
He smiles a little and says, "Oh, I don't think our friend Nathan would be cut out to be a Jedi."
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Date: 2021-12-08 10:51 pm (UTC)All three of them are gone now, two of them by Vanya's hand. The worst days aren't the ones when she misses them: they're the ones where she's sure she'd do that much all over again.
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Date: 2021-12-10 05:25 pm (UTC)Obi-Wan tilts his head slightly and says, "I don't believe your father had any interest in shaping people who would be fulfilled, happy, and skilled, to be quite honest. With the way you and your siblings speak of him, it seems as if he wanted a team to make himself look good because of his achievements."
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Date: 2021-12-22 09:45 pm (UTC)"That tracks," she says of her father with a small, apologetic smile. She's had enough therapy to have stopped wondering why their father did the things he did. What she can never seem to stop wondering about is how or why she was born, and what poor, unsuspecting person she could more rightly call Mom is like.