Hi guys and gals! I'm running out of things to put in these intros, so... I don't know, how are you? How's your summer break? Please enjoy! LOL I've been rereading my first draft of this story, and well.. *FACEPALM* I promise, this one will be much better!
"Satine!" Obi-wan watched in horror as the duchess fell to the floor, her mouth still open in shock. He held her head up, with a look of pure shock and disbelief on his face. This wasn't happening...there was no way...to come all this way to have it end like this? All of these thoughts were swimming around in his head as he looked into the dying woman's eyes. He had never felt so cheated in his entire life.
"Remember, my dear Obi-wan, I loved you always...I always will." With a final breath, Satine passed away in his arms. As he watched the life fade out of her, he felt like a piece of him had broken off and left him as well. This was all his fault. He had sworn to protect her, and he failed. He had failed to protect Qui-gon as well, as further proof of Maul's hatred of him. He wished that Maul would pick up the blade again and end him as well, but he knew that he would never be so merciful. He had made good on his promise to make him suffer. It seemed as if he wouldn't be satisfied until everybody he loved was dead, which was probably a fair assumption. Maybe it was what he deserved, for making a bunch of empty promises to protect those he cared for.
He felt himself being picked up off of the ground, but he didn't have the strength to resist, or to stand up on his own. His will to continue on had been broken, and he didn't really care what happened to him now. All he wanted was to go back in time and change the last few minutes. How was this fair? What had he done so wrong to deserve this torment? The emptiness he felt was unbearable; any sort of physical pain would be better than what he felt on the inside. He was dragged out of his self- pity when the guards dragged him to his cell, his feet dragging listlessly across the tile behind him...
Obi-wan sat up suddenly, his eyes wide and breath shaky from the dream. It wasn't so much a dream, but more of a replay of his beloved Satine's death. Taking a calming breath, he turned the lights on in his quarters with the Force and pulled the blanket away from his body. He stood up and stretched, trying to lower his heart rate from it's sudden spike due to the dream. Opening the window and taking a breath of cool night air, he let out a deep sigh. It had been almost three months, but the hole in his heart ached just as much as it did that day. He thought back to when they were both young, maybe 17 or so, when things were a lot different...
"Are you ok, Obi? You look stressed..." Satine crossed the small space from the chair she was previous sitting in to the couch, sitting down next to Obi-wan. She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, the other gently lifting his chin to meet her face.
"It's nothing..." He tried to direct his gaze anywhere but her crystal blue eyes, but found that he couldn't. He couldn't look away, they were so full of warmth and care, which he had recently been lacking. Someone who cared.
"I don't buy it, Obi-wan. Please tell me what's wrong, I only want to help you..." He broke free of her grasp, turning his head away from her.
"It's master Qui-gon," he said, his words full of emotion," he never listens to me! He treats me like a child, and all I'm good for is following orders! I wish he'd treat me like the other masters treat their padawans, not like he's my babysitter..." She put a hand on his back, rubbing it gently trying to comfort him.
"It'll be alright, you'll see. I've had the same thing happen to me, everybody treating me like a child. It gets better, I promise." He glanced back at her, her giving him a small smile. Obi-wan let out a small sigh, feeling waves of comfort reach him through the force. Though Satine wasn't force sensitive, she seemed to be the source of it. The close proximity between the two, the warmth of her hand on his back, and the way the rays of moonlight glistened off of her alabaster skin was too much for him. Without thinking, he reached out to her and caressed her cheek, leaning close to her. She closed the distance, closing her eyes as their lips met. He was a bit shocked at first, but soon melted into the kiss. The small feeling of calm and comfort he had felt before now engulfed him, filling him from head to toe. He knew this was wrong, and he was breaking the code by doing it but at the moment he didn't care. Right now, it was just the two of them with the rest of the universe far behind...
Hey, guess who's a big jerk who doesn't update for like a week? Me... I'm really sorry, I've just been so busy. Also sorry about the short, almost insignificant chapter but come on, it's fluffy! A cute little snippet with an Obi-tine kiss? Anyway, I'm not very good at Obi-wan pov chapters so please go easy on me. Next will be Sierra and I'll try to make it more plotty. Ok, bye bye!