He saw, or felt, the threads again - it was a bit easier to notice them this try.
Keeping his hands still, he tried to nudge those threads. They were... slippery, the more he tried to force it, the more elusive they were.
He stopped trying for a moment, trying to remember everything Obi-Wan had said - he'd said it was like his ability to know machines, which was very easy for him, he didn't even have to think about it.
So he tried not thinking about it, just be aware of those threads, and aware of what he wanted the bolt to do.
And then everything slotted into place at once, he didn't quite catch them all. But suddenly the bolt rolled in Obi-Wan's hand.
"Did I do it? Did you do that? Did I do it?" all the questions came tumbling out of him at once.
Anakin's reaction - the exuberance, the determination, the hope, the elation - whatever was tangled up in that rush of words and questions made Obi-Wan laugh, in delighted (and proud) surprise.
"You did it! I didn't do any of it. Good job, Anakin. Very, very good job."
This was such a bad idea, he knew, but nothing had felt this good to him in a... very long time.
Anakin beamed at Obi-Wan, grateful for the praise. His mother didn't hold back her pride in his accomplishments, but he was still a slave. Whatever his mother or other fellow slaves could build up for him, the slave masters could always tear it down.
And what a wonderful talent that he discovered to have. He had so few good things in his life.
"Can I keep practicing?" and, of course, he had so many questions. "How come I can do this? Can anyone? Can mom?"
He smiled, just a little, for Anakin's excitement and pride, but underneath that he was pretty serious.
"No. Not everyone can do it. You can probably practice more with your mom or with me, but nobody else. They wouldn't approve and would take it away. But I'll try to help you with it as much as I can."
Not that he had much training but compared to Anakin - it was enough to help though to what end....
He wasn't sure. Maybe just so Anakin could have it.
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Date: 2020-03-14 05:02 pm (UTC)He saw, or felt, the threads again - it was a bit easier to notice them this try.
Keeping his hands still, he tried to nudge those threads. They were... slippery, the more he tried to force it, the more elusive they were.
He stopped trying for a moment, trying to remember everything Obi-Wan had said - he'd said it was like his ability to know machines, which was very easy for him, he didn't even have to think about it.
So he tried not thinking about it, just be aware of those threads, and aware of what he wanted the bolt to do.
And then everything slotted into place at once, he didn't quite catch them all. But suddenly the bolt rolled in Obi-Wan's hand.
"Did I do it? Did you do that? Did I do it?" all the questions came tumbling out of him at once.
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Date: 2020-03-17 09:17 pm (UTC)"You did it! I didn't do any of it. Good job, Anakin. Very, very good job."
This was such a bad idea, he knew, but nothing had felt this good to him in a... very long time.
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Date: 2020-03-31 05:07 am (UTC)And what a wonderful talent that he discovered to have. He had so few good things in his life.
"Can I keep practicing?" and, of course, he had so many questions. "How come I can do this? Can anyone? Can mom?"
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Date: 2020-04-01 02:35 am (UTC)"No. Not everyone can do it. You can probably practice more with your mom or with me, but nobody else. They wouldn't approve and would take it away. But I'll try to help you with it as much as I can."
Not that he had much training but compared to Anakin - it was enough to help though to what end....
He wasn't sure. Maybe just so Anakin could have it.