Mortis Goes Differently (Star Wars)
Obi-wan watches Anakin as he turns to him and he sees his molten gold eyes. His face is twisted in agony and coldness. It is filled with desperation and hope, a man bent on making the Galaxy bend to his will and fall to their knees.
It is not the first time he has seen Anakin like this, his visions and dreams are filled with them. He has come to long accept that Anakin is a wild, deadly creation of the Force, including the Dark. This, does not bother him. What does is the twistedness of the Son leeching off him, gorging itself on his padawan, draining him beyond recognition.
And he is filled with cold rage at the audacity of the Son. No one is Anakin's master except him. He steps forward as Anakin seems to talk to himself into madness.
""You will not understand what I have to do to end the-" Anakin is cut off by Obi-wan grasping a handful of his hair and tugging hard.
With a harsh, deep voice, he growls, "Oh, I understand, dear padawan. I just can't believe the audacity you have to throw yourself at another master. Do you like being used like a whore? Giving yourself to any master who even gives you the time of day? I have spilled my own blood and others for you. And this is how you treat your master? Thinking I'm the one who caged you?"
Anakin's eyes are impossibly wide, his mouth slack jawed. Obi-wan feels the Force tremble and knows what it wants.
He continues, "Oh no, padawan mine. It is not I who caged you. You have done that yourself. What I am is your master and you will kneel."
At the command, Anakin stares at him in disbelief, not even sure what is happening right now, the plans with the Son completely forgotten. His master is uncontrolled, passionate in his words. He did that - he's the one who made his master lose the perfect control he holds so tightly. He reaches out across their bond and his chest begins heaving at the amount of emotion spilling out from Obi-wan; it is intoxicating - a heady swirl of jealousy-passion-rage-love that scream MINE! in the Force. He sinks to his knees in want of more.
A feeling of pure possessiveness rises in Obi-wan and it purrs in contentment. This is where his padawan belongs; at his feet and by his side. The Son can go to Sith hells.