Anakin reached out and pushed Obi-Wan’s hair off his forehead. It wasn’t often that he got the chance to see Obi-Wan like this. Soft, unguarded. HIs perpetual frown gone, replaced with the openness of sleep that made Anakin’s chest hurt, just a little.
He should have expected Obi-Wan’s quiet rebellion. While he occasionally offered up a retort – Obi-Wan wouldn’t be Obi-Wan if he completely refrained from sarcasm – he often refused Anakin’s bait and the banter that had previously dominated their relationship was gone.
Anakin had known the transition from proud Jedi to cosseted war prisoner would be difficult for Obi-Wan. In the beginning, Anakin had been glad for it. He’d wanted Obi-Wan to suffer, if not pain than humiliation. But as time passed, as they began to spend time together, as he watched Obi-Wan dote on his children, Anakin’s hatred began to evolve back into the adoration he’d once felt for his former master.
Palpatine was beginning to notice. He began needling Anakin in the most obnoxious ways. The rebellion, a constant source of conflict, was growing stronger and Palpatine blamed Anakin’s perceived weakness for it. That day, after the bombing of an important trade route, Palpatine had suggested a public execution to strike despair in the heart of the rebellion.
That was what had sent Anakin to these rooms; to his small family; to his solace. Rage slithered low in his stomach and he carefully pet Obi-Wan’s hair. While Obi-Wan’s death was unacceptable, an execution might still be on the table. Palpatine was beginning to wear out his welcome and more importantly, his usefulness.
“That he would dare deny me this,” Anakin muttered, leaning down and brushing a kiss against Obi-Wan’s forehead, reaching down to carefully run his fingers first through Luke’s hair, and then Leia’s. “That he would dare suggest I give this up.”
Muet, Chapter 8 (36,357 words)
So, there it was: take a risk on his own intuition, take a chance that Eponine was trustworthy, take a chance that in so doing both he and Enjolras might be remade whole again… or go home and destroy everything and everyone he’d ever loved.
Courfeyrac made his decision.
January 10, 2016: *tiny waves* Hello, everyone! I realize it’s been awhile. To say that last semester was hard on me would be a major understatement. I drowned in last semester. *sigh* And my writing suffered in a HUGE way. Anyway, part of the reason it suffered is because I let it fall way to the bottom of the priority list and I ended up putting it off for so long that I developed a near-phobia about it. And that’s not good. For so many reasons. I’m mentally healthiest when I have writing as an outlet. Not having that outlet was part of what made last semester so damned awful. So, I’m making the decision, right now, to make writing a priority again. My own mental health is way more important than all the other responsibilities I have. So. Here’s hoping that means I’ll be posting more regularly. ^_^
Anyway, here’s hoping this chapter was worth the wait! We’re finally heading into the part where the plot will start moving. I’m excited that we made it here, and hopefully you will be, too. ^_^
Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire, Combeferre/Courfeyrac, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Enjolras (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les
Misérables), Combeferre (Les Misérables), Jean “Jehan” Prouvaire, Les
Amis de l’ABC, Feuilly (Les Misérables)
Additional Tags: Alternate
Universe – Dystopia, Alternate Universe – Psychics/Psionics, Government
Conspiracy, Mind Control, Amnesia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Extremely
Dubious Consent, two different situations there, Mind Rape, Mind Control
Aftermath & Recovery, Psychopathology & Sociopathy, Muteness,
Consent Issues, Rating May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added,
this is not a happy story, though it may have a happy ending, Angst with
a Happy Ending, …probably, Rape/Non-con Elements, Scars, i really
hesitate to tag this, BDSM, because it’s certainly not healthy BDSM,
but… yeah, Past Courfeyrac/Jehan, Breathplay, minor Grantaire/Jehan,