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Beauty #1
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Archive: master_apprentice
Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/
Category: Angst
Series: See notes
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Beauty in the desert
Notes: The Beauty fics are stories that take place in between "Woven" and " Unraveled", featuring Obi-Wan's alter ego, Beauty. They'll make less than no sense if you haven't read the fics they're set between. Dedicated to Liz, kimberlite and Velma.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. If they were mine, there would be more body art and leather.
Feedback: Please.
He stood, empty, staring into the dark orange sun. The wind, sucking the moisture away from his cracking skin, pushed his hair into his grit-filled eyes.
It was too dry for them to water.
The road into the small town stretched behind him, his footsteps were the only ones in the dust. No one would head into the Flats during the heat of the day.
No one with any sense.
He held nothing -- no cloak, no bag, no water. His legs were wrapped with gauze, a gift for his dance the night before.
Beauty closed his eyes, seeing the spots burned in by the sun. He had danced, body glittering underneath carefully placed lights, teasing, caressing. The women, draped in their long coverings had laughed and clapped, enjoying their seasonal night of freedom. Their freedom to watch the male creatures which so fascinated them.
Beauty had been paid well, in flesh and in credits.
He had woken, cradled in between another outlander and a small-dark haired woman.
When payment was received, Beauty headed out for the port. The work was scarce and unpleasant once the seasons changed and many beings found themselves incapable of plying their trade once the suns were high again.
Beauty walked about, intending to grab his few belongings, once his plans were set. Then he had seen them.
Two people, walking side by side, rarely stopping to talk on the busy street - Jedi.
He panicked, ran. Simply the sight of those robes, one with a thin braid moving across a young back, set off all his alarms.
So now he stood, bare-chested in the sand, looking into a wasteland that no one crossed in the heat of the day.
Beauty looked behind him and his hand crept up to stroke the bare spot behind his ear.
The Jedi were there.
Some fears were worse than death.
He walked into the sands.
The End