Mini Nano Day 11
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morgynleriStory words, because I finally have them, after all day with the muses being absent. My muses are being teases, but still. Story words. (The snippet includes older words, because they're kinda necessary for today's words to make sense.)
Star Wars: Our Hands Will Never Be Clean
"I don't regret it." Obi-Wan glances down a moment, then back up again to meet Qui-Gon's gaze steadily with eyes that burn clear gold for an instant before they're hidden behind an illusion of normality. "Well, maybe one thing I regret about it."
Qui-Gon takes a deep breath, watching his former Padawan, his partner he's been trying to find again for the last fifteen months, no matter what the High Council said about him being lost. Trying to see the darkness Obi-Wan is supposed to have willingly thrown himself into when all he can see is a clear flame. Yes, there is anger and there is fear, but they are bound up so tightly in love that they seem inconsequential.
"What do you regret?" He is glad his voice is steady, though fear wraps sharp claws around his own heart. He lost Xanatos to hatred and evil, he lost his former Master to the pursuit of ever deeper secrets in the red gloom of the Sith. He doesn't want to think he's lost Obi-Wan, too.
"Walking away from you." The small half-smile is pure Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon can't stop himself from smiling in return.
He holds still as Obi-Wan takes a step closer, close enough to reach out and touch, if Qui-Gon can find the courage to do so. He wants to, wants to grab Obi-Wan and pull him out of this place, run, take him home. Find out how to fix this.
"I won't leave." Obi-Wan reaches up to touch Qui-Gon's cheek, fingers warm against his skin. "I knew what I was doing then, and I know what I'm doing now. Vader, Ceret. They aren't the same sort of Sith that we learned to fear."
"They've started a war, left chaos everywhere they've gone."
"Not everywhere." Obi-Wan grins a moment, sliding his hand to the back of Qui-Gon's neck. "And they didn't start the war. I'm afraid I'm to blame for that. I wasn't going to leave an army for Sidious to enslave, and once he knew that, he wasn't going to let us find peace."
"Who is Sidious?" Qui-Gon takes a half-step forward, though he knows he should not, keeping his voice quiet even though there is no one here but Obi-Wan and him.
"Ceret won't tell me, only that he killed her sister and mother, and drove her little brother mad with grief." Obi-Wan strokes his thumb over the soft skin behind Qui-Gon's ear. "She hates him more than she does anyone else in the galaxy, and will do whatever it takes to destroy him."
Qui-Gon knows he should step away, should leave with the information he has, take it back to the Council. Knows that he's supposed to destroy what Obi-Wan has become, and. He can't.
"Don't make me walk away again." The words are whispered, Obi-Wan's breath ghosting over Qui-Gon's cheek. "Please."
Star Wars: Our Hands Will Never Be Clean
"I don't regret it." Obi-Wan glances down a moment, then back up again to meet Qui-Gon's gaze steadily with eyes that burn clear gold for an instant before they're hidden behind an illusion of normality. "Well, maybe one thing I regret about it."
Qui-Gon takes a deep breath, watching his former Padawan, his partner he's been trying to find again for the last fifteen months, no matter what the High Council said about him being lost. Trying to see the darkness Obi-Wan is supposed to have willingly thrown himself into when all he can see is a clear flame. Yes, there is anger and there is fear, but they are bound up so tightly in love that they seem inconsequential.
"What do you regret?" He is glad his voice is steady, though fear wraps sharp claws around his own heart. He lost Xanatos to hatred and evil, he lost his former Master to the pursuit of ever deeper secrets in the red gloom of the Sith. He doesn't want to think he's lost Obi-Wan, too.
"Walking away from you." The small half-smile is pure Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon can't stop himself from smiling in return.
He holds still as Obi-Wan takes a step closer, close enough to reach out and touch, if Qui-Gon can find the courage to do so. He wants to, wants to grab Obi-Wan and pull him out of this place, run, take him home. Find out how to fix this.
"I won't leave." Obi-Wan reaches up to touch Qui-Gon's cheek, fingers warm against his skin. "I knew what I was doing then, and I know what I'm doing now. Vader, Ceret. They aren't the same sort of Sith that we learned to fear."
"They've started a war, left chaos everywhere they've gone."
"Not everywhere." Obi-Wan grins a moment, sliding his hand to the back of Qui-Gon's neck. "And they didn't start the war. I'm afraid I'm to blame for that. I wasn't going to leave an army for Sidious to enslave, and once he knew that, he wasn't going to let us find peace."
"Who is Sidious?" Qui-Gon takes a half-step forward, though he knows he should not, keeping his voice quiet even though there is no one here but Obi-Wan and him.
"Ceret won't tell me, only that he killed her sister and mother, and drove her little brother mad with grief." Obi-Wan strokes his thumb over the soft skin behind Qui-Gon's ear. "She hates him more than she does anyone else in the galaxy, and will do whatever it takes to destroy him."
Qui-Gon knows he should step away, should leave with the information he has, take it back to the Council. Knows that he's supposed to destroy what Obi-Wan has become, and. He can't.
"Don't make me walk away again." The words are whispered, Obi-Wan's breath ghosting over Qui-Gon's cheek. "Please."
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