This is My Eternity
(An: This was written as a counter piece to "This," which is a vignette where Siri reflects on her love for Obi-Wan. This time, it's his turn. I owneth noteth Star Warseth.)
I awake.
At first the feeling of the saber burns in my arm and leg scream out, but soon fades away.
My eyes wander to the stars outside my room. I like to watch the stars. The simple blue radiance brings an unmatched peace into my soul. I sometimes wish I could share these enchanting wonders with someone, but no one would care.
Anakin used to enjoy the stars. He would watch them at night while I would meditate. He had once told Qui-Gon that he wished to see every single one of them. Now, at twenty, he has seen more than any other man of his age.
He has seen the pain and destruction that plagues the galaxy. And he has hardened. My apprentice grows further away every day. But he knows compassion. I know he loves the Senator of Naboo, but he would not betray his training.
I have to tell myself that. Every night.
Love. It's the one thing that Anakin knows better of than any other Jedi. But then again...
Every time I think about it, something creeps upon me. It's a small feeling that grows when I see the sweet stars that dance in her eyes. Lately, I have missed the small quirk of her lips, the locks of gold hair, and the laughter of this angel.
Maybe, Anakin is not the only one. I muse with the idea of loving her. The more I think of it, I know I love her. I love Siri Tachi. It is forbidden.
Why is something forbidden so magical? Sith! Why?
She enchants my heart, my very inner core. I will feel this for the rest of eternity.
This.
She is my eternity.
(An: This was written as a counter piece to "This," which is a vignette where Siri reflects on her love for Obi-Wan. This time, it's his turn. I owneth noteth Star Warseth.)
I awake.
At first the feeling of the saber burns in my arm and leg scream out, but soon fades away.
My eyes wander to the stars outside my room. I like to watch the stars. The simple blue radiance brings an unmatched peace into my soul. I sometimes wish I could share these enchanting wonders with someone, but no one would care.
Anakin used to enjoy the stars. He would watch them at night while I would meditate. He had once told Qui-Gon that he wished to see every single one of them. Now, at twenty, he has seen more than any other man of his age.
He has seen the pain and destruction that plagues the galaxy. And he has hardened. My apprentice grows further away every day. But he knows compassion. I know he loves the Senator of Naboo, but he would not betray his training.
I have to tell myself that. Every night.
Love. It's the one thing that Anakin knows better of than any other Jedi. But then again...
Every time I think about it, something creeps upon me. It's a small feeling that grows when I see the sweet stars that dance in her eyes. Lately, I have missed the small quirk of her lips, the locks of gold hair, and the laughter of this angel.
Maybe, Anakin is not the only one. I muse with the idea of loving her. The more I think of it, I know I love her. I love Siri Tachi. It is forbidden.
Why is something forbidden so magical? Sith! Why?
She enchants my heart, my very inner core. I will feel this for the rest of eternity.
This.
She is my eternity.