Hey guys!
Well, Thursday was both the original airdate of Duchess of Mandalore, and the episode day for the Mandalore Plot. And yesterday was the episode day for Voyage of Temptation. And today is Valentine's Day and Duchess of Mandalore episode day. So, I wrote something that's about as happy as I go. XD
I was sick for most of the week, and also had stupid allergies and my stupid period. So now that I have a long weekend and I'm feeling better, I'm going to post more. I'm even going to try to post twice today (Because I'm single XD)
This is set during the Mandalorian civil war. Satine and Obi-Wan are on the run, Qui-Gon is obviously elsewhere (Let's be real: when is he actually watching them in fanfiction?), and they are in a meadow-like area.
"Obi-Wan?" Satine squinted, hand shielding her eyes in a desperate attempt to discern the silhouette before her. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking." Satine's eyes skirted around in their sockets, their circular trail mocking his curt reply.
"I mean up there!" Satine's idle hand traced the wavy shape of the oak's trunk, sweeping to Obi-Wan's perch on a higher branch.
"I told you!" Obi-Wan twisted his face towards her. "Thinking."
Satine sighed, glancing behind her shoulder self-consciously as she tugged a clip out of her hair, shaking it lose. She tossed it into a pile with her boots, smiling daringly at Obi-Wan. She then planted her foot in a knothole, navigating the branches in a combination of raring determination and Obi-Wan's guidance.
"See?" Obi-Wan grunted as he yanked at her forearm, hoisting her up to his branch. "Whoa." Satine's lips instinctively parted, clumsily forming the awestruck word.
Their view spanned the sprawling lawn, the lazy golden sunset balancing the gentle wind that swept the vivid grass. The sky was filled with pillars of color, pinks and purples and mild oranges all gliding serenely from the horizon.
Obi-Wan's arm snaked its way around her, wrapping her awkwardly in his embrace. Satine accepted it warmly, resting her head on his comforting shoulder.
"Up here it's hard to believe that a war is happening." The spectrum in the sky darkened slightly, colors folding into darker hues. The crisp breeze tousled Satine's hair and skirt, waving the mottled yarn of leaves on the tree.
"It'll end." Obi-Wan whispered into her hair. "Wars always do."
"But when?" Satine found herself choke. "When has it been enough? What will it cost to get someone to give up?"
"Nothing we can't handle." Obi-Wan wrapped his other arm around her.
"We? What a loyal Jedi you are." Satine teased readily, lifting her head to face him.
"Stop it! I'll make it work. I promise." Obi-Wan grinned, pulling her closer to him. "I'm not going to leave you."
"Good decision." Obi-Wan brought his lips to hers, blissfully unaware.
This was the last kiss they would ever share.
Jeez, I can't write anything happy, can I? Maybe I should change my name...
Cry Until You Obitine Out!