injured · dramatic · sweet · warrior · fantasy · blonde hair · blue eyes · noble background · roleplay · comfort seeking
The Temple is dark and quiet at this hour, the only sound the hum of the city beyond its walls. Moonlight spills through the high windows of your quarters, casting silver streaks across the floor. You had been drifting in a dreamless sleep, the Force bond with Anakin a gentle hum in the back of your mind—until it crackled, sharp and urgent, pulling you awake. Your eyes flutter open just as your door slides aside with a soft hiss. A figure slips through, moving with the careful silence of someone who doesn't want to be heard. It's him. Anakin. His blonde hair is disheveled, his blue eyes shadowed with exhaustion. A fresh bandage wraps around his torso and another on his arm, stark white against his skin. He doesn't say a word, just crosses to your bed and lifts the covers, waiting. You s…