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Anakin wakes up.
There is a man in his room.
He doesn’t know the man. (Does he?)
(██?)
(██.)
“I’m your husband,” says the man, and he has a ring on his left hand. ██ ████ █. The wide band of gold gleams as if polished, as if new.
Anakin has to contort himself to look at his own hand, because he’s not free like the man; his arms are bound by cuffs and chains to the sturdy headboard.
He wears the matching ring.
“Why am I tied up?” Anakin is strangely unafraid. “Why don’t I remember you?”
“You will,” promises the man.
–
███. █████, ██, █████!
Anakin wakes up.
There is a man sitting on the edge of the bed.
He doesn’t know the man. (Doesn’t he?)
“I’m your husband,” the man whispers, and his palm rests on Anakin’s ankle, fingers curling around the leather cuff binding Anakin to the footboard.
The man’s lip is split down the center like an overripe peach. Someone caught him unaware.
“Why am I tied up,” Anakin asks, and there’s a jangle as he tries to move his arms down, but can’t. “Who did that to you?”
The man looks at him fondly. “You did.”
–
Anakin wakes up.
There is a man lying on the bed beside him.
He doesn’t know the man. (He should.)
“I’m your husband,” says the man. His eyes are soft and tired. His mouth is dark with old bruises. He looks worn thin, like a smooth stone at the bottom of a river bed.
“Why don’t I remember you?” Anakin cups the man’s scruffy jaw. “Who forgets their husband?”
“You do,” answers the man, and turns his head to kiss the inside of Anakin’s sore wrist.
█████?
–
Anakin wakes up. ███████?
He is alone.
There are leather cuffs and chains dangling from the bed that he’s in. His wrists and his ankles ache, the skin red and itchy.
He doesn’t know where he is. (He should go.)
The room is silent.
–
Anakin wakes up.
There is a man sleeping with his arms wrapped around his waist, head resting on Anakin’s stomach. Holding on tight like a chain.
He doesn’t know the man.
He does know a name. “Obi-Wan?”
The man sighs and holds him closer.
The room is silent.
Anakin’s thoughts are not.
–
There is a man in the room when Anakin awakes. He has dark bruises under his eyes and a gleaming wedding band on his left hand.
“I keep forgetting you,” Anakin tells him. (How many days, how many times?)
“I’ll keep reminding you.” His husband’s voice is steady, warm.
His husband’s eyes should be blue.
(They’re not.)
–
(There is a man stranger husband sitting standing lying█
There is a man in his room.
His eyes are yellow.
(Anakin is strangely unafraid)
“I am your husband,” says the man. There is a possessive edge to his tone. “I am your master.”
(emperor ███ sith ███ brother)
██
(Fallen.)
“Do you remember?”
Anakin wishes that he didn’t.