Summary: Duel drabbles: Obi-Wan's thoughts on his lost Master,
Qui-Gon's thoughts on death.
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Special Thanks to a Special Person: To Cerasi, who has a
beautiful heart, a noble mind, and wonderful words. Thank you
for letting me use them.
A Dream
When I close my eyes, I can still see his face. The image has
faded over the years, but it is there at the corners of my
memories, as omnipresent as the Force. Soft, petal-warm lips. A
smile, hard won from a stern face. His laughter recalled though
the cause of it is forgotten. Eyes, blue and bright as the
Coruscant night, lit by his inner flame. His hands capable of
great strength or great weakness, holding a weapon or holding
me. Compassion. Austerity. Passion. Serenity. A heart I will
never know again. A dream that is lost upon waking.
A Second
Funny, you can't even promise a second of your life to anyone,
especially to those that mean the most to you. I gave him my
body, I gifted him with my love, I swore to him my everything.
But my life--it belongs to no one. Least of all me. To not be
able to guarantee him a single moment, it breaks my heart. Such
a small thing really. Insignificant. Delicate. Fragile. More
valuable than gold, jewels. A second can mean so very much. The
difference between a warm finger on a tear-soaked cheek and
cold lips against a bent forehead.
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