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Ideal 1. Princess.
He wasn't sure where he learned about fairy tales.
Cramming literature into the brains of young clone cadets was never a consideration on Kamino. Sometimes, he wondered if the Kaminoans thought the clones would run out of mental space, cluttering up their thoughts with stories instead of regulations and tactics. Stories were useless information for someone born only to fight. Somewhere, though, down the years, between training or battles, the basic plots behind the fairy tales filtered into his brain, tossed into a mélange of other trivia, all shaken up and duly shoved into the back of his mind. Stories were a curiosity, not quite useless, but useful only as a basic frame of reference during social situations. Fairy tales worked only as a weird mirror in comparison to his daily life.
He'd met a duchess. Also a former queen turned senator, though the interactions with each were always formal, work related, professional, brief. Knights with shining swords were quite common too, as were what amounted to their squires. It wasn't much of a stretch to envision certain Sith as the wicked witches and wizards that cast spells in the darkness, causing mayhem and destruction for the intrepid heroes to overcome. Perhaps there were no dragons, not the fire-breathing kind like the ones in the stories, but there were monsters out there too.
His armor wasn't shiny. It hadn't been in a very long time now, but it was white, all neatly piped in yellow-gold. It was a little thing that pleased him in a small kind of way, knowing there was at least a patina of that heroic image cast across himself as well. Even so, he was no knight, and the only time he shone with anything was when something exploded nearby, and the fire was reflected in the black of his helmet's visor.
He'd never met a princess. They frequently seemed to be the source of the problem, in the fairy tales that rattled around in his brain. Always needing rescuing, saving, finding, protecting, awakening…kissing. They were inspiring to their heroes, a goal, a dream, a promise of a happy ending. They were pretty and soft and all things feminine and elegant and needful.
There was something both appealing and annoying about the concept.
A blue sword sang not far away, bright and shining and cutting through the darkness. The holder was pretty and soft and all things elegant – but not needful. Never needful. The deepening shadows and scarlet light from a descending sun slanted through the trunks and branches of trees, and she danced between them far more naturally than she ever would in a candlelight filled ballroom. Her gown was black, simple and plain rather than fanciful and bright. It swirled around her just as elegantly as any waltzing princess' would.
She offered a different kind of inspiration.
Cody decided the only thing better than a beautiful princess was a warrior one.
Haven't done any Cody/Barriss in awhile in here and have been trying to think of some scenes for them. Somehow, random scenes lend themselves more easily to Gree/Barriss. Must be the proximity…anyway, this was one of those fics that popped into my head almost at random, and then wrote itself. Love it when that happens.
~Queen