SW belongs to GL, Atrus belongs to me, so does another two chars in the next chapter. Please R/R.
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Tears of Love
She was leaving; she was leaving him, the Jedi, everything. And it tore at him as he watched.
"I love you," he said softly; hoping to draw her back, make her stay.
She turned back, her eyes dark with pain.
"Do not say that, not to me," she said softly, nearly pleading.
"I must. I can't let you walk away without saying it. Tell me you feel at least something for me," he said, his voice trembling with his emotions.
A sigh escaped her lips, "Qui-gon, please. I..I can't love you, not as how you wish it."
He reached forward and gripped her arm gently, "Why?"
"Are you so blind? I am Immortal, you are mortal. I shall not go through it again," she snapped, her voice low and heavy, and then she turned away from him.
"Atrus, please," he begged, reaching out to her again.
"No! I am leaving tonight, Knight Jinn, for the betterment of us both," she said, a quiver in her voice, tears in her emerald eyes.
Then she walked away, leaving him reaching out to her, his pleading words echoing after her.
He fell to his knees, and looked after her, still reaching for her. He heard the door shut behind her, and his heart shattered.
"Noo," he moaned, and closed his eyes, trying to hide the tears that slipped down his cheeks.
He had never thought she would reject him. She had always been tolerant of his affections, but now that she knew that he wanted more then friendship...
"Atrus," the name was torn from his throat by a sob.
*How stupid could I have been!* he yelled at himself, *If only I hadn't confessed, if only I had been satisfied with being friends. If only I had listened to her warning!*
Yes, she had warned him. She had pleaded with him when he had grown older, became a knight, and began to see his childhood friend as the truly beautiful and intelligent woman that she was.
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"Listen to me, Qui-gon, listen to me well. Never fall in love with one such as I," she said softly, turning to him, emerald eyes heavy with the ages she had lived.
"Why not?" he had asked, naïve as he was then.
"Because those like me can never truly grow old, we cannot die, except by violent means. We cannot love or regret, or else we would long since destroyed ourselves," she said, turning those ageless eyes from him.
"A life without love is such a lonely thought," he said, taking her delicate hand in his.
"That may be, but it is as it is. Promise me you shall not love one such as I, you would only mourn until the day of your death," she whispered.
He gently turned her head up so that her eyes met his.
"I promise."
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Oh, how those words haunted him now. He had promised, but his heart had betrayed him, and fallen for her. Her with gentle touches and sweet kisses to the cheek. Her that had a strong spirit and a sharp tongue. Her that had a mastery and presence, as such as he had never known. And yet her of the cold heart, buried under such sweet layers. It wasn't her fault, truly it was not. He knew many men had fallen for, lusted for, her, and could not have her for she rejected all. But he had tried, thinking that since he knew her; he could touch that inner fire, and kindle to him. But it was not to be, and it struck him in the heart, and that is what shattered it. Now she was gone, and he was alone once more.
'You would only mourn until the day of your death.'
She had been right, he would.
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Tears of Love
She was leaving; she was leaving him, the Jedi, everything. And it tore at him as he watched.
"I love you," he said softly; hoping to draw her back, make her stay.
She turned back, her eyes dark with pain.
"Do not say that, not to me," she said softly, nearly pleading.
"I must. I can't let you walk away without saying it. Tell me you feel at least something for me," he said, his voice trembling with his emotions.
A sigh escaped her lips, "Qui-gon, please. I..I can't love you, not as how you wish it."
He reached forward and gripped her arm gently, "Why?"
"Are you so blind? I am Immortal, you are mortal. I shall not go through it again," she snapped, her voice low and heavy, and then she turned away from him.
"Atrus, please," he begged, reaching out to her again.
"No! I am leaving tonight, Knight Jinn, for the betterment of us both," she said, a quiver in her voice, tears in her emerald eyes.
Then she walked away, leaving him reaching out to her, his pleading words echoing after her.
He fell to his knees, and looked after her, still reaching for her. He heard the door shut behind her, and his heart shattered.
"Noo," he moaned, and closed his eyes, trying to hide the tears that slipped down his cheeks.
He had never thought she would reject him. She had always been tolerant of his affections, but now that she knew that he wanted more then friendship...
"Atrus," the name was torn from his throat by a sob.
*How stupid could I have been!* he yelled at himself, *If only I hadn't confessed, if only I had been satisfied with being friends. If only I had listened to her warning!*
Yes, she had warned him. She had pleaded with him when he had grown older, became a knight, and began to see his childhood friend as the truly beautiful and intelligent woman that she was.
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"Listen to me, Qui-gon, listen to me well. Never fall in love with one such as I," she said softly, turning to him, emerald eyes heavy with the ages she had lived.
"Why not?" he had asked, naïve as he was then.
"Because those like me can never truly grow old, we cannot die, except by violent means. We cannot love or regret, or else we would long since destroyed ourselves," she said, turning those ageless eyes from him.
"A life without love is such a lonely thought," he said, taking her delicate hand in his.
"That may be, but it is as it is. Promise me you shall not love one such as I, you would only mourn until the day of your death," she whispered.
He gently turned her head up so that her eyes met his.
"I promise."
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Oh, how those words haunted him now. He had promised, but his heart had betrayed him, and fallen for her. Her with gentle touches and sweet kisses to the cheek. Her that had a strong spirit and a sharp tongue. Her that had a mastery and presence, as such as he had never known. And yet her of the cold heart, buried under such sweet layers. It wasn't her fault, truly it was not. He knew many men had fallen for, lusted for, her, and could not have her for she rejected all. But he had tried, thinking that since he knew her; he could touch that inner fire, and kindle to him. But it was not to be, and it struck him in the heart, and that is what shattered it. Now she was gone, and he was alone once more.
'You would only mourn until the day of your death.'
She had been right, he would.
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