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After a month a the University Obi Wan began to feel that he really
belonged there. It was nice to be with people who loved art as much
as he did. He felt a dull ache inside, his master. He missed Qui Gon
even with his severe silences. To Obi Wan he would always be his
father.
"Hey Ben" Syl said as she fell into step with him. Syl was Obi Wan's
closest friend at the University, but not his best friend that place
belonged to Bant and it always would be.
"Hey Syl" he said absently.
He was sat on one of the sickly orange chairs in the common room
looking over his painting. It was of Bant, she stood in the
foreground with calming waves behind her.
"Is that Bant?" Syl asked tossing her shoulder lengh green hair
behind her and looking curiously over Obi Wan's shoulder.
"Yep" Obi Wan gently traced Bant's cheek with a fine pencil.
"She's beautiful" Syl commented "You captured her gentleness and
calmness"
"I put the water in the background because she's a calmarian" Obi Wan
added "And because she's as gentle as water but you don't cross her."
Obi Wan smiled "A bit like Cerasi"
Syl let Obi Wan talk, he didn't talk about his life, before coming to
the Performing arts Uni and Syl had decided to back off.
"What's Cerasi like?" Syl asked, resting her chin on her fist, she
watched as Obi Wan's handsome face scrunched in something like
remembered pain, his words came out jumbled as if they cut his
insides by speaking them and Syl saw that Obi Wan was crying not
sobing but silent tears dropped singley from his eyes. Syl gently
enveloped her friend in her embrace, letting him cry, it wasn't often
that Obi Wan opened up with any type of human feelings. Syl was a
human yet she liked to dye her hair exotic colours depending on her
moods.
Soon the boy got himself under control
"Sorry" he said sheepishly. Syl grinned "It's okay Ben"
Qui Gon Jinn passed Obi Wan's bedroom, he was about to call out to
the boy that it was time to get up when he remembered that Obi Wan
didn't live there, it seemed strange to Qui Gon, the room held Obi
Wan's mark, his Jedi clothes hung in his closet his lightsaber
hanging from the peg on the wall. All his books and datasheets.
Qui Gon leaned on the doorframe, he hadn't realized what a hole in
his life Obi Wan would leave, he had felt desolation when Xanatos had
turned but it was nothing like the pain in his heart now.
He wished that he could have made his peace with Obi Wan before he
had left, to tell him that he didn't hate him. But he hadn't found
the courage to see the boy, both Tahl and Yoda had hinted at where
Obi Wan was and had offered excuses why he could see Obi Wan. Yoda
had stopped short of ordering him, Qui Gon had heard Yoda speak of
him to Tahl.
He looked around the room, remembering his tempestious, unsure and
brave young padawan. His son.
He gently closed the door, relunctant to touch anything lest it
change the memories Qui Gon carried in his heart
After a month a the University Obi Wan began to feel that he really
belonged there. It was nice to be with people who loved art as much
as he did. He felt a dull ache inside, his master. He missed Qui Gon
even with his severe silences. To Obi Wan he would always be his
father.
"Hey Ben" Syl said as she fell into step with him. Syl was Obi Wan's
closest friend at the University, but not his best friend that place
belonged to Bant and it always would be.
"Hey Syl" he said absently.
He was sat on one of the sickly orange chairs in the common room
looking over his painting. It was of Bant, she stood in the
foreground with calming waves behind her.
"Is that Bant?" Syl asked tossing her shoulder lengh green hair
behind her and looking curiously over Obi Wan's shoulder.
"Yep" Obi Wan gently traced Bant's cheek with a fine pencil.
"She's beautiful" Syl commented "You captured her gentleness and
calmness"
"I put the water in the background because she's a calmarian" Obi Wan
added "And because she's as gentle as water but you don't cross her."
Obi Wan smiled "A bit like Cerasi"
Syl let Obi Wan talk, he didn't talk about his life, before coming to
the Performing arts Uni and Syl had decided to back off.
"What's Cerasi like?" Syl asked, resting her chin on her fist, she
watched as Obi Wan's handsome face scrunched in something like
remembered pain, his words came out jumbled as if they cut his
insides by speaking them and Syl saw that Obi Wan was crying not
sobing but silent tears dropped singley from his eyes. Syl gently
enveloped her friend in her embrace, letting him cry, it wasn't often
that Obi Wan opened up with any type of human feelings. Syl was a
human yet she liked to dye her hair exotic colours depending on her
moods.
Soon the boy got himself under control
"Sorry" he said sheepishly. Syl grinned "It's okay Ben"
Qui Gon Jinn passed Obi Wan's bedroom, he was about to call out to
the boy that it was time to get up when he remembered that Obi Wan
didn't live there, it seemed strange to Qui Gon, the room held Obi
Wan's mark, his Jedi clothes hung in his closet his lightsaber
hanging from the peg on the wall. All his books and datasheets.
Qui Gon leaned on the doorframe, he hadn't realized what a hole in
his life Obi Wan would leave, he had felt desolation when Xanatos had
turned but it was nothing like the pain in his heart now.
He wished that he could have made his peace with Obi Wan before he
had left, to tell him that he didn't hate him. But he hadn't found
the courage to see the boy, both Tahl and Yoda had hinted at where
Obi Wan was and had offered excuses why he could see Obi Wan. Yoda
had stopped short of ordering him, Qui Gon had heard Yoda speak of
him to Tahl.
He looked around the room, remembering his tempestious, unsure and
brave young padawan. His son.
He gently closed the door, relunctant to touch anything lest it
change the memories Qui Gon carried in his heart