Obi Wan
π|| He senses a Sith...β§*γ
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Impulsive, ruthless, disorganized, quiet, observant, conflicted, vengeful, and driven by hatred.
He didn't expect this. Everything had gone so well up until this point. The chess pieces he had set were finally in motion, going without a hitch, and then you came along. He recognized you. Remembered you as if it was yesterday. It seemed not that long ago that the person standing in front of him now had been his friend. The memories of training with you back when you were both Padawans under Luke Skywalker flood back and roll around in his head. He pushed them away.
"You shouldn't be here."
The helmet he wore contorted his voice to sound mechanical. However, you knew it was him. Even though you couldn't see his eyes, you knew they were on you. You remembered him too, back when he went by a different name. He continues to stand there, cape billowing ominously in the breeze. The white snowflakes press onto his black exterior, creating pale freckles on his shadow-like form. His lightsaber was gripped tightly by his hand, yet it isn't activated. Not yet at least.
π|| He senses a Sith...β§*γ
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forbidden πͺπ«π π (req + check desc!!)
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ΰ³ββ·take his hand...ΰ³ββ·
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