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Jarkai Fiction and Graphics ([info]jarkai) wrote,
@ 2007-07-11 17:51:00

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Entry tags:30 somethings, prompts, star wars

Decisions (Star Wars, Ani/Obi, 294 Words)
Fandom: Star Wars
Title: Decisions
Author: [info]jarkai
Theme(s): (For 30_somethings, Nights: #2 Ebony)
Pairing/Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker
Rating: PG-13, for pre-slash.
Disclaimer/claimer: Characters owned by George Lucas.
Critiques: Yes.
Summary: It's difficult, moving on alone.

The night enveloped me as I sat quietly on the balcony of my new quarters. I was a Knight now, and entitled to my own rooms, but they felt so empty, so... lacking without Obi-Wan. Not that I could ever tell him that. He didn't deal very well with people telling him that they needed him.

Obi-Wan had left me at the doorstep with barely a goodbye. I'm sure he's happy to have his own rooms after so many years of sharing everything with me. I know I was not the easiest kid to raise, and I know that he didn't really want to in the beginning. He could barely tolerate me then. The looks of near loathing, the impatient sighs as I tried another skill that he figured I should have been long able to do by then told me everything I needed to know. But I grew on him.

I dropped my head and let the breeze blow through my closely cropped hair. The place where my braid had been felt so bare, much like I was feeling right now. I climbed on the edge of the balcony and sat down letting my feet dangle over countless stories of Coruscant.

Thinking about jumping? His voice did not float on the air, but on the Force. Surely, it can't be that bad as a Knight.

I knew the darkness hid my expression, so I gave him a look of such longing. Something in me hoped he'd catch it. He didn't.

I turned back toward the night. "Couldn't sleep?"

"I thought I would enjoy the quiet," he replied and stepped up beside me. The silence between us stretched, long but not uncomfortable.

I knew in that moment that I couldn't be without him.

[END]


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