Sunsets (Love Letters 2/3)
by Triskell (triskell@xpoint.at)
Category: Romance
Summary: Qui-Gon's on a mission and Obi misses him - part 2
Series/Spoilers: Yes, the Love Letters Series (3 parts)/none
Archive: M-A please, my website
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Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story belong to
George Lucas, the creator of the Star Wars Universe - who else?
No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Thanks ever so much to Dark~Angel for the
beta...you spot any residual faults...they're solely mine ;-)
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SUNSETS (LOVE LETTERS part II)
(c) JEL, 1999
** Indicates a letter
Obi-Wan groaned. Another endlessly long day at the library -
well, at least it was something to do. His Master would not be
back in the course of the next week or two - that was what
Master Windu had told him yesterday when he had asked.
After he had read the wonderful letter Qui-Gon had addressed to
him for their first year anniversary he had been so keen on
holding his lover again, to tell him how he felt, and - as for
the duration of that mission - any contact over the training
bond or otherwise was not permitted all he could do was wait
and keep his mind on the tasks he had been given in the hope
they would help him to pass the time.
When Obi-Wan sat down to a quick lunch on one of the library's
huge windowsills, he noticed Yoda standing in the doorway,
scanning the room for someone. He sighed.
"Can I help you, Master Yoda?"
The little Jedi Master turned his eyes on him, chuckled and
came towards him, seemingly pulling himself along on his stick.
"Seek you, I did. Letter, you got. Give it to you, I wanted."
As Obi-Wan accepted another crumpled envelope from the pocket
of the Master's tunic, Yoda turned around and, still chuckling,
left the library, only to stop on the threshold for a moment
and add: "A poet I never thought he was. Now in love, he is and
write he does." and he departed in a volley of chuckles that
echoed in the quiet of the rooms.
Obi-Wan could not help grinning himself. He had hardly ever
seen Yoda so...merry. His eyes had sparkled with mirth and his
chuckles were a rare sign of his humour - he usually kept his
countenance and composure as strictly serene and unaffected
that many had called him cold, or even callous.
But the young man knew better - not only from Qui-Gon's
stories, but from his own experience as well. When his Master
was on a longer mission and he was left on his own, the little
creature often came to check on him and spend some time with
him.
**Padawan Kenobi. Suite 4456. Jedi Temple. Coruscant, 78976**
So he had got another letter from his lover. That could only
mean he would be gone for some time yet. Obi-Wan sighed. He
missed Qui-Gon urgently - well, a letter was better than
nothing.
**Dear love,
Last night I dreamt of you and that picture can't be replaced
by anything else. It brought many things to my mind and mostly
what I thought of as I watched you sleeping the night before I
left; it was then, my love, that I realized that all I really
wanted was to stay with you. I didn't care for anything else,
not for the mission, however important it might be, not for the
approval of the council - you were all that counted.
My mind was filled with images of you, of us - making love,
holding each other, your snuggling close when it's cold and
drawing the blanket over the both of us.
And I wanted to get away, to be alone with you, to have the
time I crave so much - so I can spend it with you and have you
all to myself.
I pictured you and me on a beach that stretched to the horizon;
the sea the colour of your eyes, deep and dark as they are when
we make love and the sun burned down on us and warmed us as we
slept. We were far away from Coruscant, the temple, and the
council - no mission before us, just you and me all alone,
living with and for each other.
We sat beside a fire at night and told each other trivial
stories about our life, little episodes we hadn't shared
before. It was something we normally wouldn't have the time to
do, to just exchange pleasantries, talk about nothing in
particular and still feel as if we were saying things of the
utmost importance.
We slept in each others arms on the warm, soft sand and when we
woke the sun was rising in a massive sea of reddish gold and
orange clouds danced on the winds. We went swimming and dried
each other off as we rolled entwined across the ground.**
Master Yoda certainly was right. Though how he could have known
without reading the letter - still, Obi-Wan was impressed. He
had never believed his oh so dignified Master could have a
poetic streak in him - or a romantic one for that matter. This
was...interesting. The young man wet his lips thoughtfully as
he replayed the images in his own mind - that sure was a dream
worth having. He grinned, returning his attention to the bold
handwriting before him.
**On waking up right in the middle of this dream I was angry. I
used a calming technique, even meditated for a while and then I
had the cause in my hands, open in my mind - I was jealous.
Not of anyone in particular, no, only of those who can spend
time with their loved ones whenever they chose. Those that can
simply be and don't have to consider public opinion or the good
of others at all times. It has passed. But it simply being
there was disturbing.
I miss you so much, my love. There is no way I can describe it.
I miss your laugh, the smirk that's only visible in your eyes,
your voice, the way you breathe my name in my ear when we're
very close. I wish there was something more I could send you,
not just these bleak, bare words. My dream was so vivid, so
full of life, like you, my love.
I was with you and I was complete. The people here say that
roses are a token of love. I have never seen flowers like this
- they are very interesting. You know, beautiful, some red,
others yellow - though I like a sort that has petals of so dark
a red that they look as if they were black. I've included a bud
in this letter - but be careful, there are thorns on the stem -
beautiful and stubbornly prickly, like you, my love, when
you're in one of your "moods".**
Sith, that man knew him too well for his own good. Obi-Wan took
out the small flower. He felt the silky petals, soft like his
lover's hair to his touch. He held the rose against his heart
for a moment, and then tugged it inside his tunic, closest to
his skin. The cool, endlessly gentle brush of the plant
reminded him of Qui-Gon, his hands on his body, his lips
caressing every inch.
It would not take very much longer. He had to think of his
lover coming home. It could not be much longer. Only another
week, two at most. He just had to keep going until then.
**I'm cold at night love. Not because the weather's bad or I
haven't got a warm blanket. It's quite hot in fact, but I miss
having you close. It's not even your body heat I crave most,
it's your mind, and your love I need to have by my side.
Useless to say that I' always thinking of you, it's just not
the same as your being here. There I go, telling you how hard
it is for me, when you're most likely reduced to a heap of
misery by the work the council has found for you - the
children? Or have they decided you'd be better off helping out
at some institution? Sifting through files this time, love?
No, wait. I heard Yoda talk about the library needing to be
cleaned - they didn't put you to the task, did they? That makes
my own work seem less difficult.**
Obi-Wan smiled involuntarily. So like his Qui-Gon not to forget
about him. He understood his lover so well. He missed him so
much. And he wanted to hold him, know he was close by, could be
with him any moment, kissing him, loving him. He shook his
head. No good dwelling on what he couldn't have for some time
yet. Better finish reading the letter, and then get back to
work.
**I'm looking out at the sunset as I write this. It reminds me
of my dream. Though the planet I'm on is not very hospitable
they have lovely sunsets. I wish I could describe to you what I
see - the colours, the glow in the sky as the sun blazes a
blood-red and the sky changes from blue to golden orange, hues
of red underlined with yellow and just a touch of violet.
The sky's darkening at this moment, the red becomes almost as
black as the rose I sent you and the sun sets as if it were
going to sleep. That's what I should be doing myself, love, so
I wish you all the best, my thoughts are with you and I'll keep
the last night we were together fresh in my mind, till you give
me some more moments I can cherish - take care Qui-Gon**
Obi-Wan smiled. No "may the force be with you". The Master had
been put aside again - this was the lover who was writing the
letter. And he could not say that he did not like it. This was
one of the reasons he loved his Qui-Gon for - he knew when to
put aside his role as a teacher and act on the moment, on his
emotions.
As the young man thought of acting, his glance fell on the
library, the huge shelves and the millions of books on the
floor. It had taken him days - and the Force - to get all of
them out of the shelves - now he had to catalogue them and put
them back - all in order.
For a moment he wondered if the mission his lover was on might
not be one that would last for a few months. Not at any rate
uncommon he did not like the idea of not seeing Qui-Gon for
such a long time. A soft shuffling made him look up. Yoda stood
on the threshold.
"Know when he will come back, I do not. The council knows not.
Complicated, the mission is. Much to do there remains. Hurry
back, he will."
Obi-Wan smiled despite the loneliness these words flung over
him.
"How do you always know what I'm thinking, Master Yoda?"
"Think like Qui-Gon, you do. In many matters, him I see in you
and you in him. Alike you are. Souls exchanged you have, not
only hearts. Belong to each other you do. True love this is.
Enough time you will never have, if Jedi you remain."
Obi-Wan nodded. This was one of the things he and Qui-Gon had
never talked about. But, judging from the letter he held in his
hand, they had similar ideas on the topic. Though neither of
them would, could ever trade their life as Jedi for a "normal,
safe" one they could share - however much they loved each
other.
"We'll have to find time. But we've already made our choice.
We've got a path to follow - we'll be Jedi first, then lovers
and in the end..."
"One with the Force you will be. United for eternity, you will
be." Obi-Wan nodded, a smile on his lips. "Need help, you do?"
"No, thank you, Master Yoda. I'll be just fine now."
The little Jedi Master chuckled. "Some poetry of my own there
is. Hear it, you want?"
The young man grinned. "That would be great!"
"Never tell the council, you must! Undignified, I am now. First
poem of mine, this is. Force, called it is. Wake up, I do, the
Force in my eyes, it is."
Obi-Wan chuckled as he began cataloguing and arranging the
books, listening to Master Yoda rambling on about the Force
being in his eyes at every possible moment of the day. He was
only glad, the Jedi Master did not believe himself to be a
great poet - it was hard enough to keep a straight face as it
was - wait till he told Qui-Gon about this.
The End (for now)
You liked the story? Then check out the other 2 stories in this
series - "I Love the Way You Love Me" and "Cause your heart's
as profound as a mine".
Sonnenuntergaenge
I moecht' mit dia dorthin wo'd sun daham is, damits uns unsa kaeltn aussabrennt
Dort, wo der himmel wi a schwarzer sand is, soll ma passiern was i versamen koennt.
I zaehl auf deiner haut die wassertropfen, du schenkst ma dann dafuea a lachn ein -
Mia koenntn mitanand ins leben hupf und endlich amoa selbstverstaendlich sein.
Der einsamkeit moecht i in die goschn tretn, dass endlich amoa spuert was wehtuan kann -
Und nebensaechlichkeiten, nebensaechlichkeiten moecht i redn - du hoerst ma zua, als ob
Sie wichtig warn. I moecht mit dia auf weissen Straenden tanzen und horchn, wia des blut in
Dir pulsiert. Und lauter klane schwarze rosen moecht i pflanzen - ane, fuea jeden tag an
Dem di gfriert.
I moecht da sonnenuntergaenge schenken, so rot, dass da die augen uebergehn und dann mit dia in
Ana nacht versinken, in der ma alles gspuert und nix versteht.
Sunsets
I'd like to go with you where the sun lives, so it'll burn our cold away
There, where the sky's like heavy sand, I want that to happen what I might miss.
I count the water drops on your skin; you pour me a laugh in return -
We could jump into life together and finally, for once be perfectly natural.
I want to knock out loneliness, so that feels for once how much it can hurt -
And trivialities, trivialities are what I'd like to talk about - you listen to me as if
They were important. I want to dance with you on white beaches and listen to the
Blood pulsating in you. And I want to plant nothing but little black roses - one for
Each day that you're cold.
I want to give sunsets to you, so red your eyes will overflow and then I want to
Drown with you in a night where you feel everything and understand nothing.
The song "Sonnenuntergaenge" ("Sunsets") can be found on the
album "Lieder mit Gefuehl" by the Austrian singer Rainhard
Fendrich (copyright 1994 BMG Ariola Media GmbH) - the
transcript and translation was made by me (so all the mistakes
therein are my fault ;-)) No copyright infringement is
intended.
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