Ten-year-old, youngling, Anakin Skywalker padded his way, quietly. His soft breathing and tiny feet scuffing on the carpet, the only sounds in the dead of the night.
There was a soft hiss of cogs and gears as the bedroom door slid open, not disturbing the occupant of the room as the youngling padded inside, the door hissing closed behind him.
Anakin walked hesitantly over to the bed, which he knew was in the center of the room, occasionally outstretching an arm to make sure he wasn't going to trip.
Young Skywalker finally made it to the bedside in the dim light.
"... Obi-Wan...?" came a soft, hesitant whisper in the darkness.
Silence.
"Obi-Wan...?" cool, small hands grasped a large fore-arm.
Incoherent noise.
"Obi-Wan?" the fore-arm was shaken lightly.
Slightly more coherent noise.
"Nnhh... Yes, Anakin...?
"... I..." the youngling started, but his voice refused to make a noise, his mouth moving silently.
The soft silence intrigued the half-concious Jedi-Master, causing him to turn his face toward Anakin and open his eyes a little.
Large blue orbs were downcast in the dim light, shimmering trails of half-dried tears sticking to plump cheeks.
"I... had a bad dream." the youngling's voice finally decided to work.
Obi-Wan reached over, wiping the shimmering trails away with his thumb, Anakin's huge blue orbs looking up at him pleadingly.
The Jedi-Master hardly stifled a yawn, trailing his thumb over Anakin's plump cheek soothingly.
"Hop in, padawan." sighed Obi-Wan, repressing a shiver as freezing cold hands pressed on his bare chest while Anakin climbed into the warm bed with him.
A small smile tugged at Obi-Wan's mouth as he felt his padawan snuggle almost impossibly close to him and bury his cold nose into the crook of his neck.
"May i ask what your dream was about?" whispered Obi-Wan, raising a hand and stroking Anakin's silky blonde locks.
"I killed you."
Simple enough.
Anakin's breath tickled at Obi-Wan's neck, but he couldn't help but, raise his eyebrows.
"You killed me?"
"Yeah. I was wearing all black, we were fighting with our 'sabres. you raised your 'sabre–" the youngling stifled a humungus yawn. "– and i killed you."
The master nodded comfortingly, continuing to stroke the youngling's silky hair as the two of them slowly closed their eyes.
"... Goodnight... father..."
Obi-Wan said nothing, but turned his head to the side, placing a soft kiss onto Anakin's forehead.
"You will be the death of me, but not just yet... Goodnight Anakin."
"Mmmh..."
"... Yeah..."
((END. the fluff of doom. :3 ))