[ there will be no holding hands. that's one limitation. there will be no approval ever. that's another.
aside from those, however…doing good bro.
mouth fitted into a solemn line, anakin seems lost to himself. but he searches kylo ren out of the corner of his eye for sign of — nothing. trust, there is none. but there is no hesitancy he can see. no uncertainty. good enough. anakin shifts his attention outside.
cannons continue to track them, though they no longer fire with reckless abandon. the ships they've picked up prevent it. one above, two behind, three ahead. the tracking computer beeps madly in its attempt to get a lock. anakin's piloting more than the others frustrate every attempt. they avoid the first, the second. the third he pins dead-center: a gift. ]
no subject
aside from those, however…doing good bro.
mouth fitted into a solemn line, anakin seems lost to himself. but he searches kylo ren out of the corner of his eye for sign of — nothing. trust, there is none. but there is no hesitancy he can see. no uncertainty. good enough. anakin shifts his attention outside.
cannons continue to track them, though they no longer fire with reckless abandon. the ships they've picked up prevent it. one above, two behind, three ahead. the tracking computer beeps madly in its attempt to get a lock. anakin's piloting more than the others frustrate every attempt. they avoid the first, the second. the third he pins dead-center: a gift. ]