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Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1
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Obi-wan/happiness
(Anonymous) 2016-09-05 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)Did he left the Jedi Order for Satine? For Siri? Is the Jedi Order less complicated about relationship, or is Obi-wan celibate and very happy like that, thank you, none of this sex stuff for him, he prefers going on misssions, kicking ass, and meditating with his brothers and sisters Jedi in between
No angst about never being chosen by Qui-Gon, no angst about Anakin, the war, the clones, the dead....
Just Obi-wan being happy.
FILL: Obi-wan/happiness
(Anonymous) 2017-03-19 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)So Obi-Wan expects pain and regret. He expects sorrow. He expects loss and doubt and guilt. He expects impossible choices.
But he does not expect happiness.
He knows with all the clarity of his rational mind that this is not possible; the Order is destroyed, the Temple is desecrated. The Republic has fallen.
But Anakin stands beneath a gnarled old muja fruit tree in the courtyard of the peaceful, quiet Temple, side-by-side with Qui-Gon and Tahl, and he grins with all the lightness he used to be capable of as a boy.
Obi-Wan feels his throat constrict.
Wonders when Anakin stopped smiling like that in reality.
Here, he is no older or younger than he was when he was on Mustafar.
And Obi-Wan contents himself with the reassurance than this is only a dream. Just a dream. His unconscious yearning playing tricks on him.
But he realises with a start that Qui-Gon is far older than he was when Obi-Wan saw him with his living eyes. His hair and beard are white, his features sharp with advanced years.
And Tahl... his heart breaks to see her. She is straight backed, still, and her green and gold eyes stare out at nothing but as Anakin turns to say something, she smiles and nods. And Qui-Gon lays an affectionate hand on her elbow.
These three are not the only ones, however.
Yoda and Mace converse with Dooku. Bant and Kit Fisto stand quietly with Garen and Clee and, somewhat surprisingly, with Bruck. Obi-Wan drinks in the sight of the near-white hair, the tall, straight figure. The long neck, no longer bent at the unnatural angle he saw at the bottom of the waterfall.
He steps back, certain that he is being tested on his ability to separate dream from reality. To stand firm in the face of temptation.
What he is being tempted by, he does not want to know.
But he knows he does not trust this.
Where, he asks himself, are the Padawans? Where are the initiates? Where is the stern austerity of the Council and the taunt tiredness of the Knights roving from one world to the next, one crisis to the next. Where is the loneliness of aging into obscurity and uselessness.
"Peaceful, is it not?" Satine asks him.
And he startles.
At the sight of her, he is speechless.
She smiles slightly, regal and composed, but beside her Padme's animated face registers open amusement.
Both women are in full regalia - invested with all the symbolism of their nobility and power. The flowers in Satine's hair smell sweet and light, barely noticeable until she is gone and then he knows the loss and mourns it.
The two of them walk down the three shallow stairs and Padme joins Anakin.
Anakin, Obi-Wan realises, who is not dressed in the black Jedi robes he favoured. Anakin, who wears a simple suit in black and white. Who turns to Padme and puts his arm around her waist with the easy possessiveness of a lover.
Exposes his attachment in public, Obi-Wan frets, and his eyes dart to Qui-Gon, suddenly watchful for the censor he knows should be levelled at them both. At Anakin, for not minding his heart and head, and Obi-Wan, for not teaching his Padawan better.
But Qui-Gon pays it no mind, and Tahl leans into Satine's side to whisper something in her ear.
Satine's laugh is not loud but it carries to him in the breeze, light as the scent of her flowers, and he aches suddenly in ways that he has thought were long dead.
Aches to touch her, and hold her. Aches just to exist in her presence. To lose himself in the sight and sound of her.
He looks down reflexively at himself but his Jedi robes are intact. Even patched and worn as they now are from his life in exile.
His hands are as weathered, his fingers still blunted and calloused and burned from the manual labour of keeping himself and his solitary homestead safe in the Tatooine desert.
"Aren't you going to come down?" Ahsoka asks him.
He looks at her.
She is grown up, now, and beautiful. And she wears her Jedi knighthood proudly in her robes with the lightsaber at her belt.
Her tattoos rise on her brow as she registers surprise and enquiry. "Are you okay, Obi-Wan? You look like you've seen a ghost." She laughs a little.
He has. He is.
They are all ghosts.
"Why is everyone here?" he asks.
He waits to be told that he must be excluded. That he must turn away from this place of peace and return to the hard, grinding loneliness of life. That he is not done yet with his duty to the Force, and to the Future.
"To see Anakin," Ahsoka says, as though he should know, "It's the first time he's been back since he left the Order to marry Padme. And now she's pregnant. You were the first one he told, Obi-Wan. Don't you remember? You were so happy just a few days ago..."
He frowns and looks to where Anakin is shepherding Padme to a seat beneath the trees, Satine and Tahl joining Mace as Yoda and Dooku break away on another conversation entirely.
"Was it your mission?" Ahsoka asks sympathetically, "Qui-Gon said it would be hard for you to return to Melida/ Daan but they have come so far since the war. They've made so much progress. You were hopeful before you left."
Hopeful. Happy.
He realises with a shock that these are not words anyone has ascribed to him in some time. Hopeful of victory, yes. Triumphant, certainly. Satisfied, sometimes.
But the war was not a time for happiness or hope.
Before the war... he barely remembers. And before that...
He looks at Qui-Gon and Tahl. Watches them move and breath and *live*.
He remembers the taste of the fruit tart on New Apsolon. Remembers the taste of sapir tea. Remembers Didi's terrible cooking and Dex's bitter caf and the way Reeft used to finish everything he left on his plate when they were initiates.
"I can make your excuses," Ahsoka says softly, "Anakin will understand."
Anakin has never understood, he thinks in a flash of anger. Anakin has never understood the sacrifice and the pain and the doubt and the fear.
The doubt he pushed aside that he was never good enough. That he was not good enough for Qui-Gon and could not be good enough for Anakin. That he was not the one either of them wanted, but was the one they settled for.
And he had tried so hard for both.
"He doesn't need me," he realises, "None of them do."
And maybe, he thinks, maybe this is the test. That he is not essential to anything. That his delusions of duty and responsibility are simply that - delusions. That he is to the Galaxy what the smallest spec of sand is to the Tatooine desert.
"Obi-Wan?" Ahsoka's tattoos are pulling together now, her large eyes genuinely worried, "I think you should come with me."
"I fought so hard for my Master's acceptance," he says, and he can say these words out loud now. He has never been able to before.
Before, they have always been selfish and self-centred.
Before, they would have detracted from the very real trauma Qui-Gon was facing at the devastation Xanatos wrought on his mind and heart. On his ability to trust.
"Master Qui-Gon's acceptance?" Ahsoka echoes, "But he's always accepted you. He cares for you deeply. Did you... I mean, I don't mean to intrude but... has someone said something to make you think otherwise?"
Obi-Wan shakes his head. "You don't know, perhaps. He never wanted me. He refused me three times."
"But Master Qui-Gon offered you an apprenticeship when you first met," Ahsoka protests.
"Ahsoka, there you are!" Anakin's voice calls cheerfully. "What are you and Obi-Wan gossiping about?"
He comes up the steps towards them and then his smile begins to fade. His keen eyes look between the two of them.
"Is everything alright? Has something happened?"
Obi-Wan thinks of everything that has happened. He is still carrying the weight of death and devastation in his mind. Master Sinube and Madame Jocasta's mutilated corpses, the murdered children in the council room.
The stench of Anakin's sickness in the Force as his flesh burned on Mustafar.
"Obi-Wan?" Anakin asks in concern, "Are you okay?"
"No," he hears himself say, "No."
And his former Padawan is there immediately, a hand on his arm and a quick glance over his shoulder the only voiceless summons for help before Qui-Gon, Mace and Bant make their way towards him. None of them run but then Jedi move swiftly, even when they move with calm precision.
"Bring him to the shade," Mace orders, "There has been a sickness epidemic in the Cadavine sector."
"Jedi immunity is usually sufficient for Cadavine illnesses," Bant murmurs, "Though perhaps with overtiredness..."
Obi-Wan is well aware that he is overtired. And overstressed.
He takes a step back. Behind him is the darkness, blissful and familiar. Before him is... he doesn't know what this is.
"Obi-Wan, stop," Qui-Gon says quietly.
And just like that his feet stop. Still. Every instinct in him is to fly or fight but he obeys immediately when it comes to his Master. As he always has. As, he knows with despairing bitterness, he always will.
Qui-Gon's gaze is enigmatic, as it always was. "Perhaps we can talk alone," he says.
And Obi-Wan steels himself for what is to come. Steels himself because this is a wound that has never healed. A trauma that never faded even beneath the worst loss a Jedi has ever faced.
The others cast one last look at him and then leave them to it.
Qui-Gon stands beside him, arms folded into his sleeves and head high. Back straight in spite of his years.
"They don't understand," Qui-Gon says suddenly.
Obi-Wan looks at them. "I don't either," he says.
"No, I don't imagine you do."
Qui-Gon's tone is meditative, as though he sees the truth of the matter but will patiently until Obi-Wan can see it too.
"Most of them should be dead," Obi-Wan says softly, "Anakin has fallen to the Dark Side. He lied to us all, betrayed us all. He killed Padme."
"Not here," Qui-Gon interrupts.
And for a moment Obi-Wan is disoriented, wondering if he is being chastised for speaking too openly, too darkly, but Qui-Gon's eyes are compassionate and patient.
"Here," Qui-Gon tells him, "Anakin Skywalker was found when he was a baby. He grew in the Temple. He was chosen by Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi as an apprentice when he was twelve. When he was nineteen, he met Senator Padme Amidala of the Naboo. They fell in love. He was on the cusp of completing his training when he realised his heart was divided and he could not continue with the Order. He left us for his wife, who is now pregnant. He is a commander in the Naboo Air Force."
"Dreams," Obi-Wan remarks.
"Is peace a dream? Is happiness? Do you not believe a being can find one or both?"
"Dooku would never find peace in the Jedi Order," Obi-Wan says.
"He has found more peace than I will ever know. Because he has questioned his faith, and found it stronger than it ever was. He is to be given a seat on the Council. Your friend Bant is to see her first Padawan achieve knighthood. Your friend Garen is undertaking the creation of refugee safe zones for those escaping war and persecution."
"And Tahl?" Obi-Wan asks ruthlessly.
There is silence for a moment and then, "Tahl's health has never recovered from the torture she faced on New Apsolon. But she is as well as she can be. And more formidable than you or I could ever imagine."
"And your dedication to her?"
Qui-Gon looks at him. "My dedication to you was more important than a romantic love."
Obi-Wan blinks.
Qui-Gon continues, "When you were twelve years old, I returned to the Temple. I was in pain and still suffering from Xanatos' betrayal. You were... faithful. And loyal. And you showed me that your passion did not make you blind to those around you. When you stopped your duel to help Bruck Chun, I knew that you would not use your power to hurt but to help. I offered you an apprenticeship and you accepted. We had our differences but we worked them out. You achieved your knighthood and chose to retain our friendship. I have never regretted a moment with you."
Obi-Wan shakes his head.
"And, Obi-Wan, I know this because I know the world you have come from."
Obi-Wan laughs. "Why does that not surprise me. Even in my visions you are insufferable! You know all and you see all!"
"Do you believe that?"
"I once did. Until I realised how mortal you were. How fragile."
Obi-Wan can close his eyes and still see the red lightsaber thrust through flesh and organs and bone. Can still smell the burned flesh and singed cloth. And then the crackle of flames consuming the last of his youth.
And, he reflects, his happiness.
He watches Satine with Padme and Anakin, watches her grace and poise.
Briefly he wonders what stopped him from giving himself fully to her. She would never have asked him to stay but he had known so clearly what was in her heart. Was it that he had wanted final proof of her feelings? Had he simply been too proud to humble himself before her?
Or had he simply not known what to do with the happiness and hope she gave him?
"This is the test," he breathes.
Qui-Gon sighs. "Obi-Wan, everything is! All of life is a test!"
"But why is this the test that the Force Priestesses give me?"
Qui-Gon shakes his white head. And then he reaches out to lay a broad, gentle hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "You must learn that for yourself, my friend," he says regretfully, "I can only help you so far before you take the next steps yourself."
Obi-Wan watches his former Master - his friend, his mentor, his conscience - walk back towards the fruit trees and the knots of people they have both loved and lost.
On the second step Qui-Gon pauses and turns slightly. "I can tell you that there are not many steps, Padawan," he says.
And proceeds.
And then Obi-Wan gets it.
He takes a step forward.
The others turn to look at him.
He takes another.
They are silent and watchful, but even as he faces them, he waits for an accusation that does not come. Waits for exclusion and impatience.
He takes a third and he is on the first stair. Before him are friends and loved ones, green growing things and old trees and happiness.
If he dares accept it.
He hesitates. Because to accept it means to acknowledge what makes him happy. It means exposing his heart and his mind. It means extending his trust.
To whom? For what? Love, in all its many forms, for brothers and fathers and lovers and friends? Or simply those who bring him joy, and to whom he brings joy in turn?
He moves to the next stair.
Yoda steps forward.
And he stills, eyes watchful, waiting for the instruction.
But Yoda smiles slightly, barely noticeable at this distance.
And he seizes his courage.
He can be happy. And he can be hopeful. Even if he knows that Anakin is Fallen, that Satine was murdered, and all his friends are lost to him. Even if he knows that his trust has been betrayed so many times before. That his heart is wounded and will never heal.
But he can still find happiness.
He takes the last step and Tahl reaches her hand out to him.
"Obi-Wan," she says, "It is good to feel you here again."
And just like that, he feels himself begin to smile.
Re: FILL: Obi-wan/happiness - Sorry it's more a misfired fill, OP
(Anonymous) 2017-03-19 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Obi-wan/happiness
(Anonymous) 2017-03-20 12:15 am (UTC)(link)- Not OP
Re: FILL: Obi-wan/happiness
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