Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor Star Wars. Everything belongs to the fabulous George Lucas. Nor do I own the music or the lyrics of Come Fly With Me by Sammy Cahn and James Van Heusen. I am not making any money off of this, so don't sue me (please)!
A/N: Since there are not enough Old!Obi-Wan stories out there, particularly involving Padmé, I decided to write one of those very rare pieces, set at the very end of time (not really - but rather, after Obi-Wan's "death," actually), after A New Hope.
Also, I apologize for any grammar, spelling, character and/or SW historical mistakes within this short little ficlet. I wrote it in no time and was just too lazy to look it over, which definetely requires no excuse since this piece is so short (too long to a drabble, though, I'm afraid). In any case, enjoy!
"Come fly with me...
...I'll be holding you so near
You may hear, angels cheer,
because we're together."
- Come Fly With Me
Paradise
Amongst the moonlight, he saw her, in such glorious light…she shone a stunning silver, her honey-brown eyes lowering as she smiled. Her long, lily dress, sparkling shimmersilk below the moon, trailed behind her as she stood among the green shore of a whispering river.
A soft, slender finger brushed a wayward chestnut lock behind her ear, and her smile softened, a glimmer against the stars, her ruby lips bending into a content smile.
Padmé wandered closer to him…he, in aged dark brown earthen folds of his long cloak, his hair thin and fine and painted an elderly white…he offered her his hand, his hand so wrinkled and unlovely. A trace of a smile curls onto his lips as she raises her tiny glittering one, entangling her fingers with his own, and as they touch, a blinding light surrounded them, consuming them, devouring them…and he surrendered to the magnificent moonlight, to her, spirits entwined…
The icy feeling of sadness and grief diminished, and the light fastens them in to its folding embrace, forever engulfed within the nature-night sparkle that whispered of their end, of their reunion.
And the moon disappeared, and the light faded, slowly dissolving into the clouds, leaving only a dark, tranquil river, flowing and silver, and an untouched forest with tall, looming trees with many leaves and thick branches, behind. A strange realm of twilight-greens and soft grasses, of lush gardens and wild blossoms…
Away, past the moon and sun they descended, beyond the dark sky of stars and thin clouds of gray, as the quiet song of Paradise echoed, singing dissolved, until only silence remained…