Title : "The Twisted Saga of Love : How to make a jedi/poet yours!"
Authors : Sparkling Diamond Satine & peridot mousey
Disclaimer : Although we secretly wish we owned Obi-Wan and Christian, we don't. In fact, the closest thing we have is well, the movies and random pictures we've downloaded. I would also like to add, however, that Jedi Padawan Cerridwen Akemi belongs to me (peridot mousey) and the courtesan Felicia belongs to the other author (Sparkling Diamond Satine). So even though we don't own Star Wars or Moulin Rouge, if we could somehow appear in their worlds... this is what would happen.
Notes : Yes, it's that magical moment again where we (the looney Ewan freaks) write yet another chapter for you! I'm sure you were eagerly awaiting the next installment of the Twisted Saga of Love, and if you weren't well, *thwap* no evil Obi-Wan slave for you! Oh and to every lovely individual who wrote a review for us, we love you all so-oh-very much, so... you can have your own personal Ewan pet free (retail value of $299.95, only sold in select stores)!
Chapter 4 : "To Flirt or not to Flirt"
"You must be kidding," I stated, almost sounding as unbelieving as a certain, oh what was his name, jedi I once loved.
"It's quite adorable, actually," Christian said with his boyish smirk tugging at those oh-so-kissable lips.
Christian had insisted on introducing me to his Absinthe-drinking, Bohemian friends upstairs, but he was a bit concerned about me wondering about in my padawan attire. He didn't want anything bad to happen to me - how sweet - so he brought me a dress from one of Moulin Rouge can-can dancers - perhaps not so sweet. So there I stood dressed in layers of purple satin and black lace.
"I haven't seen anyone else dressed like this..." I murmered.
"Okay, so it's not how - normal - people dress, I'll give you that. But, it was the most suitable thing Toulouse could get ahold of. Anything else and well, it would be horrible..." Christian said.
"I feel like a little girl playing dress-up," I commented as I twirled around in the layered dress. Christian seemed amused by this which made it all worth it. I sorted through the rest of the things Toulouse had sent for me to wear. A pair of ankle boots - nice enough, somewhat comfortable. Fishnet stockings - interesting, I suppose, but why on Couresant would you want holes in your stockings? Doesn't that defeat their purpose somehow? A diamond... something.
"It's a head-dress, I guess you could say. It goes in your hair and dangles in your face," Christian explained as though he had read my mind. Perhaps he had promising jedi abilities after-all. "Take your hair down, and I'll show you."
"I... I don't know. They're strict about the braid..." I murmered.
"And they aren't here. Don't you ever take that braid down?" he asked.
"Well, at night when I wash my hair, of course. But.. I immediately braid it back," I stated. "But maybe.. maybe just this once.."
Christian's face seemed to light up with a child-like glow. He gently untied the ribbon at the base of my braid and separated the sections. He appeared to take great pride in playing with my hair, and I didn't exactly mind. It was nice, really. So as he played, I pondered. How in Force's name was I going to take him back with me?
"There," he announced proudly after nearly an hour had passed. I stared into the mirror and suddenly became enchanted by the sight. It was very rare that I actually studied my hair while it was down. It was quite pretty, actually; no wonder those silly jedi made me braid it - if Obi-Wan ever saw me like this, he might just order me to seduce him. Hmm, not a bad idea. Yes! Bad idea! I have Christian now! Ahem, like I was saying. My hair appeared to be a deep red, like the shade of ripe cranberries, with flecks of copper throughout. It was curly and bouncy - much nicer than what I often refer to oh-so-lovingly as "the big red rope". The diamond decoration was held atop my head by curls being twisted around it. They sparkled throughout the top of my head, and two thin strands of diamonds delicately rested along my cheekbones, encircling my eyes.
"It's lovely.." I breathed.
"Yes, you are. Now, you must be shown-off," he said with his trademark bright smile. He took my head and pulled me out the door and upstairs. After knocking upon the door, Christian escorted me inside.
"Well, you must be the one Chrwistin keeps talking about!" Toulouse exclaimed, "We are the Children of the Revolution! Bohemians! You could, perhaps, be one too."
"Really?" I inquired.
"Do you believe in truth?" he asked.
"Of course," I replied.
"Beauty?" he questioned.
"Oh no, I think Christian is repulsive. Hello! Of course I believe in beauty!" I stated.
"Freedom?" he inquired.
"Yes." I said.
"Love?" he asked.
"Love?" I murmered then stared at Christian and suddenly grinned, "Love... about all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen! Love is a many splendored thing! Love lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love!"
"Well then, you can't fool us! You're a Bohemian Revolutionary and quite possibly, the exact clone of our Christian, only well... you're a girl.." Toulouse said.
Perplexed? Oh yes, we were. Quite perplexed.
"You know.. perhaps maybe... a soulmate." Toulouse explained.
"Wait, wait, wait... I just kind of magically appeared here. See, I'm not from here. I'm from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Oh Sith, that's catchy! Ahem, anyways, we can't be soulmates or anything. We're not even from the same world.. the same time.." I tried to explain, although the look in Christian's eyes made it quite clear that with every word I said - even the catchy ones - I was breaking not only his heart but mine.
"You share the same love though. Sometimes things get... complicated, mixed- up, you know. 'Magical appearances' don't occur every day. You and Felicia switched places for a reason, a very specific reason. Perhaps you could say, Fate's way of eliminating the complication, fixing her mistakes," Toulouse continued.
"But how? Cerridwen wants to go back. She can't stay here. People there will need her.. and... she's going to be a jedi and use a lightsabre. Although, I must say and I'm sure you'll agree, I have a real lightsabre right here in my jedi kni-" Christian started, but I quickly interrupted him before any of his little friends found out about our personal lives.
"And I can't take Christian with me. Felicia and I switched places; something horrible could happen if I try to take him. Besides, you'll need him here. We can't just switch Obi-Wan and Christian. The Jedi Temple desperately needs Obi-Wan, and the Bohemians desperately need Christian. Things just get more complicated. We've seen what we're supposed to have, but it appears we aren't allowed to have it," I said with tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. "Maybe I should go back through the mirror before I hurt Christian anymore.."
"No, no, there is another way," Toulouse said.
~*~
I decided to follow Obi-Wan's exact advice and acted like myself...a complete flirt. Every single Padawan...even those older Masters, were all potential suitors for me, so I decided why not have a little fun?
"What do you think you're doing?" Obi-Wan asked when he noticed me saying lovely little nothings into one of his best friend's ears.
"You told me to act myself..." I pointed out.
"I didn't mean be a courtesan! That's not acting yourself you know!" Obi- Wan said.
"What can I help it if I'm a flirt? I was always like this before being a courtesan. The only time I don't flirt is when I know I have some potential...boyfriend," I trembled. I refused to look into Obi-Wan's eyes, as mine met with a damn cute set of eyes and hair as black as the night, with a shimmer of silver. "Hey, good-looking," I said, adjusting my shirt so that he could clearly see my cleavage. What can I say? I'll always be a courtesan at heart.
I don't know what came over Obi-Wan just then, but the words he sang strongly resembled something that I had danced to recently, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
"Why does my heart cry feelings I can't fight? You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me...and please believe me when I say, 'I love you,'" Obi-Wan sang.
Now I remember! That was the song Christian sang while we were doing the tango and Nini was getting some abuse. God that was a good day. "STOP SINGING!" both the Padawan with the black and silver hair and I yelled.
"Wait...you...love me?" I asked, not believing the words at first. When I saw the look of jealousy in his eyes, I knew that what he was telling me was the truth.
"Yes I love you...I don't know what it is, but something about the way you just kind of landed in this world, as opposed to anyone else's...or maybe it's the fact that Padawan Cerridwen isn't around trying to drool over me. I think it's the fact that your the first girl here who hasn't tried to peer into my windows while I was undressing, but whatever it is, it won't change the fact that I've fallen hard for you," Obi-Wan said.
"Hmm...that sounded like a speech I said last week," the Padawan with the black and silver hair said. "Have you been listening into my conversations with my girlfriend?"
"Of course not!" Obi-Wan panicked. "Uh...I knew I shouldn't have memorized that."
The boy chuckled. "I have to learn to get a new private line."
"Come with me, princess, I'll take you around the temple...far, far away from Nelsie here," Obi-Wan said, putting his arm around my waist while I had a smirk on my face and he kissed my cheek as we walked away.
"Isn't it funny...this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. I may not have much money, but if I did, I'd buy as a huge house where we both could live...I can't remember the rest of it, I'm sorry," I said, trying to recite Christian's infamous poem that managed to win Satine over. Heck, I wanted Obi-Wan to think of me as more than a courtesan, and if poems could do it, than by the Force I would! Oh dear...I'm starting to talk like one of those Padawans...what a terrible twist this is!
"Is that a tint of...red I see?" Obi-Wan teased, sensing my thoughts.
"Don't even joke about it...I'm not turning into your Cerridwen friend...I'm NOT!" I said, my cheeks red with anger.
"Sorry, my poet," Obi-Wan said, and drew me into a huge hug, wrapping his arms around my waist, arching my back and pushing his lips onto mine.
"I just have one more question," I said.
"And what is that?" Obi-Wan breathed.
"You don't happen to be a man whose disguising himself as a young, talented Duke...I mean Padawan...who is tragically impoverished...are you?" I asked.
"Of course not!" Obi-Wan said.
"Good...because I don't feel like following Satine's path...because then I might die from a grotesque disease called consumption," I said, scrunching my face.
Obi-Wan laughed. "I don't think you need to worry about that, we have top- notch medical facilities here. Oh, here we are, the Jedi Council. I must present you to the Jedi Masters and they will decide whether you can stay here until we find a way to get you back home."
"Back home...?" I asked, disappointed. "But I love it here!"
"I'm sorry, but you can't stay here forever..." Obi-Wan said, sadly.
"Then come back with me to Paris...I'm sure you'll find it much better there than here...especially because I live there!" I said.
"I'm sorry, Felicia, but it must be this way..." Obi-Wan said, starting to get disgusted with me. I could almost hear it on his voice.
"Well...then I've had it with you and your stupid rules! I'm out of here!" I said, starting to leave, but I felt some weird force around my neck that seemed to prevent any source of oxygen from getting to my lungs. I collapsed in a heap on the ground and didn't awake for some time.
Authors : Sparkling Diamond Satine & peridot mousey
Disclaimer : Although we secretly wish we owned Obi-Wan and Christian, we don't. In fact, the closest thing we have is well, the movies and random pictures we've downloaded. I would also like to add, however, that Jedi Padawan Cerridwen Akemi belongs to me (peridot mousey) and the courtesan Felicia belongs to the other author (Sparkling Diamond Satine). So even though we don't own Star Wars or Moulin Rouge, if we could somehow appear in their worlds... this is what would happen.
Notes : Yes, it's that magical moment again where we (the looney Ewan freaks) write yet another chapter for you! I'm sure you were eagerly awaiting the next installment of the Twisted Saga of Love, and if you weren't well, *thwap* no evil Obi-Wan slave for you! Oh and to every lovely individual who wrote a review for us, we love you all so-oh-very much, so... you can have your own personal Ewan pet free (retail value of $299.95, only sold in select stores)!
Chapter 4 : "To Flirt or not to Flirt"
"You must be kidding," I stated, almost sounding as unbelieving as a certain, oh what was his name, jedi I once loved.
"It's quite adorable, actually," Christian said with his boyish smirk tugging at those oh-so-kissable lips.
Christian had insisted on introducing me to his Absinthe-drinking, Bohemian friends upstairs, but he was a bit concerned about me wondering about in my padawan attire. He didn't want anything bad to happen to me - how sweet - so he brought me a dress from one of Moulin Rouge can-can dancers - perhaps not so sweet. So there I stood dressed in layers of purple satin and black lace.
"I haven't seen anyone else dressed like this..." I murmered.
"Okay, so it's not how - normal - people dress, I'll give you that. But, it was the most suitable thing Toulouse could get ahold of. Anything else and well, it would be horrible..." Christian said.
"I feel like a little girl playing dress-up," I commented as I twirled around in the layered dress. Christian seemed amused by this which made it all worth it. I sorted through the rest of the things Toulouse had sent for me to wear. A pair of ankle boots - nice enough, somewhat comfortable. Fishnet stockings - interesting, I suppose, but why on Couresant would you want holes in your stockings? Doesn't that defeat their purpose somehow? A diamond... something.
"It's a head-dress, I guess you could say. It goes in your hair and dangles in your face," Christian explained as though he had read my mind. Perhaps he had promising jedi abilities after-all. "Take your hair down, and I'll show you."
"I... I don't know. They're strict about the braid..." I murmered.
"And they aren't here. Don't you ever take that braid down?" he asked.
"Well, at night when I wash my hair, of course. But.. I immediately braid it back," I stated. "But maybe.. maybe just this once.."
Christian's face seemed to light up with a child-like glow. He gently untied the ribbon at the base of my braid and separated the sections. He appeared to take great pride in playing with my hair, and I didn't exactly mind. It was nice, really. So as he played, I pondered. How in Force's name was I going to take him back with me?
"There," he announced proudly after nearly an hour had passed. I stared into the mirror and suddenly became enchanted by the sight. It was very rare that I actually studied my hair while it was down. It was quite pretty, actually; no wonder those silly jedi made me braid it - if Obi-Wan ever saw me like this, he might just order me to seduce him. Hmm, not a bad idea. Yes! Bad idea! I have Christian now! Ahem, like I was saying. My hair appeared to be a deep red, like the shade of ripe cranberries, with flecks of copper throughout. It was curly and bouncy - much nicer than what I often refer to oh-so-lovingly as "the big red rope". The diamond decoration was held atop my head by curls being twisted around it. They sparkled throughout the top of my head, and two thin strands of diamonds delicately rested along my cheekbones, encircling my eyes.
"It's lovely.." I breathed.
"Yes, you are. Now, you must be shown-off," he said with his trademark bright smile. He took my head and pulled me out the door and upstairs. After knocking upon the door, Christian escorted me inside.
"Well, you must be the one Chrwistin keeps talking about!" Toulouse exclaimed, "We are the Children of the Revolution! Bohemians! You could, perhaps, be one too."
"Really?" I inquired.
"Do you believe in truth?" he asked.
"Of course," I replied.
"Beauty?" he questioned.
"Oh no, I think Christian is repulsive. Hello! Of course I believe in beauty!" I stated.
"Freedom?" he inquired.
"Yes." I said.
"Love?" he asked.
"Love?" I murmered then stared at Christian and suddenly grinned, "Love... about all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen! Love is a many splendored thing! Love lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love!"
"Well then, you can't fool us! You're a Bohemian Revolutionary and quite possibly, the exact clone of our Christian, only well... you're a girl.." Toulouse said.
Perplexed? Oh yes, we were. Quite perplexed.
"You know.. perhaps maybe... a soulmate." Toulouse explained.
"Wait, wait, wait... I just kind of magically appeared here. See, I'm not from here. I'm from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Oh Sith, that's catchy! Ahem, anyways, we can't be soulmates or anything. We're not even from the same world.. the same time.." I tried to explain, although the look in Christian's eyes made it quite clear that with every word I said - even the catchy ones - I was breaking not only his heart but mine.
"You share the same love though. Sometimes things get... complicated, mixed- up, you know. 'Magical appearances' don't occur every day. You and Felicia switched places for a reason, a very specific reason. Perhaps you could say, Fate's way of eliminating the complication, fixing her mistakes," Toulouse continued.
"But how? Cerridwen wants to go back. She can't stay here. People there will need her.. and... she's going to be a jedi and use a lightsabre. Although, I must say and I'm sure you'll agree, I have a real lightsabre right here in my jedi kni-" Christian started, but I quickly interrupted him before any of his little friends found out about our personal lives.
"And I can't take Christian with me. Felicia and I switched places; something horrible could happen if I try to take him. Besides, you'll need him here. We can't just switch Obi-Wan and Christian. The Jedi Temple desperately needs Obi-Wan, and the Bohemians desperately need Christian. Things just get more complicated. We've seen what we're supposed to have, but it appears we aren't allowed to have it," I said with tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. "Maybe I should go back through the mirror before I hurt Christian anymore.."
"No, no, there is another way," Toulouse said.
~*~
I decided to follow Obi-Wan's exact advice and acted like myself...a complete flirt. Every single Padawan...even those older Masters, were all potential suitors for me, so I decided why not have a little fun?
"What do you think you're doing?" Obi-Wan asked when he noticed me saying lovely little nothings into one of his best friend's ears.
"You told me to act myself..." I pointed out.
"I didn't mean be a courtesan! That's not acting yourself you know!" Obi- Wan said.
"What can I help it if I'm a flirt? I was always like this before being a courtesan. The only time I don't flirt is when I know I have some potential...boyfriend," I trembled. I refused to look into Obi-Wan's eyes, as mine met with a damn cute set of eyes and hair as black as the night, with a shimmer of silver. "Hey, good-looking," I said, adjusting my shirt so that he could clearly see my cleavage. What can I say? I'll always be a courtesan at heart.
I don't know what came over Obi-Wan just then, but the words he sang strongly resembled something that I had danced to recently, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
"Why does my heart cry feelings I can't fight? You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me...and please believe me when I say, 'I love you,'" Obi-Wan sang.
Now I remember! That was the song Christian sang while we were doing the tango and Nini was getting some abuse. God that was a good day. "STOP SINGING!" both the Padawan with the black and silver hair and I yelled.
"Wait...you...love me?" I asked, not believing the words at first. When I saw the look of jealousy in his eyes, I knew that what he was telling me was the truth.
"Yes I love you...I don't know what it is, but something about the way you just kind of landed in this world, as opposed to anyone else's...or maybe it's the fact that Padawan Cerridwen isn't around trying to drool over me. I think it's the fact that your the first girl here who hasn't tried to peer into my windows while I was undressing, but whatever it is, it won't change the fact that I've fallen hard for you," Obi-Wan said.
"Hmm...that sounded like a speech I said last week," the Padawan with the black and silver hair said. "Have you been listening into my conversations with my girlfriend?"
"Of course not!" Obi-Wan panicked. "Uh...I knew I shouldn't have memorized that."
The boy chuckled. "I have to learn to get a new private line."
"Come with me, princess, I'll take you around the temple...far, far away from Nelsie here," Obi-Wan said, putting his arm around my waist while I had a smirk on my face and he kissed my cheek as we walked away.
"Isn't it funny...this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. I may not have much money, but if I did, I'd buy as a huge house where we both could live...I can't remember the rest of it, I'm sorry," I said, trying to recite Christian's infamous poem that managed to win Satine over. Heck, I wanted Obi-Wan to think of me as more than a courtesan, and if poems could do it, than by the Force I would! Oh dear...I'm starting to talk like one of those Padawans...what a terrible twist this is!
"Is that a tint of...red I see?" Obi-Wan teased, sensing my thoughts.
"Don't even joke about it...I'm not turning into your Cerridwen friend...I'm NOT!" I said, my cheeks red with anger.
"Sorry, my poet," Obi-Wan said, and drew me into a huge hug, wrapping his arms around my waist, arching my back and pushing his lips onto mine.
"I just have one more question," I said.
"And what is that?" Obi-Wan breathed.
"You don't happen to be a man whose disguising himself as a young, talented Duke...I mean Padawan...who is tragically impoverished...are you?" I asked.
"Of course not!" Obi-Wan said.
"Good...because I don't feel like following Satine's path...because then I might die from a grotesque disease called consumption," I said, scrunching my face.
Obi-Wan laughed. "I don't think you need to worry about that, we have top- notch medical facilities here. Oh, here we are, the Jedi Council. I must present you to the Jedi Masters and they will decide whether you can stay here until we find a way to get you back home."
"Back home...?" I asked, disappointed. "But I love it here!"
"I'm sorry, but you can't stay here forever..." Obi-Wan said, sadly.
"Then come back with me to Paris...I'm sure you'll find it much better there than here...especially because I live there!" I said.
"I'm sorry, Felicia, but it must be this way..." Obi-Wan said, starting to get disgusted with me. I could almost hear it on his voice.
"Well...then I've had it with you and your stupid rules! I'm out of here!" I said, starting to leave, but I felt some weird force around my neck that seemed to prevent any source of oxygen from getting to my lungs. I collapsed in a heap on the ground and didn't awake for some time.