Title: Mere Base Matter

Summary: Luminous beings are we.

For the 3 Sentence Ficathon prompt any, misery made beautiful. Set during the Jedi Apprentice books, because Obi-wan's life is pain.

TW: bullying, mild self harm


Obi-wan presses the tips of his fingers to the bruise, darkening spots that will, in the morning, contrast fresh blues with the pale muddiness of the green under his skin. He does not hate them, the marks - Jedi do not hate, hate is not one but two whole steps to the dark side - but they gnaw at his stomach in a way that going to the healers only makes worse.

It's his own fault, really, that he isn't good enough at enduring Bruck's taunting, or clever enough to understand Master Drallig's instructions and so clumsy that his own catch up saber practices ends up leaving him as battered as when Bruck duels him - he just doesn't measure up, no matter how hard he tries.