Hey guys!
So, today is May 16th. As some of you know, I have this thing where I celebrate an episode by taking the season and episode numbers and converting them to a month and a day. And season 5, episode 16 is the Lawless. :,(
So I wrote a oneshot about Obitine. Never seen that before from me, right?
Enjoy!
It was a solemn enough affair that Obi-Wan was walking away from. Simple, too. He walked in, bought the glittering ring, then made his way off. His hands drove into his pockets, body curving to protect his prize from the eager autumn wind.
It was a kind anniversary Obi-Wan wanted to celebrate. She had told him she loved him, he had brushed his lips over her hand. It was one year ago. One year ago they had shared one deceivingly simple-sounding autumn day.
Obi-Wan advanced to a brisk walk, huddling in the gusty wind. His hair blew around his face and his cloak wrapped around his ankles as the red hued trees bent and waved to him.
The Jedi Master arrived at his destination coolly, a small garden in an isolated pocket of Mandalore. His head tilted up in a brief smile to the creamy grey sky. He was grateful for the privacy of the shaded place.
His feet brushed at the sweeping lawn, the Jedi Master approaching the farthest corner. He swiftly abandoned the flower-flanked path, finding the last green tree in the garden. He could see her.
A brief turn to the side showed Obi-Wan the steep drop-off, a rocky cliff falling down to the crystalline sea. A salty breeze brushed past his nose, pasting a short smile on his frozen face. He loved the sea.
Obi-Wan returned to the proud verdant tree, tucking his head down, away from the swarm of branches and leaves. The Jedi knelt in the shade of the tree, (inconsequential in this grey day of course,) quietly and ever so gently in an attempt not to disturb her.
Obi-Wan's trembling hands brought the ring from his pocket, packing the iridescent stone in the warm, crumbling dirt. A soft grin appears on his face.
"We can be together at last." He whispers into the salty wind. The diamond ring now sits in front of the proud, standing gravestone. Duchess Satine Kryze, it reads in plain writing.
Obi-Wan stands for a moment, absorbing the calm scene. The wind quiets, the tree standing still over the small slab of stone. Obi-Wan's cloak stops dancing in the wind, wrapping tightly around him.
He moves to turn away, content with bringing closure at last. Obi-Wan has ended what began one year ago, the day Satine breathed her last breath in his loving arms.
Thanks for reading!
Laugh Until You Obitine Out!