Master Apprentice
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Archive: Master Apprentice
Category: Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This is unbetaed.
Summary: A response to a drabble challenge to pick a sin and write 100 words. I couldn't pick just one.
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Disclaimer: George Lucas may have created them, but Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan belong to the whole universe.
ENVY
They look at him as though he's made of Kaiburr crystal. Indeed, his eyes light up from within as the older initiates gather around him, glowing with an inner fire. Obi-Wan - my padawan. Padawan. Mine. My inner voice repeats it with a sense of wonder. It's still difficult to comprehend, even though I've had several weeks to get used to it. From Bandomeer to Gala and back to the Temple.
They look at him with envy and longing, and he glances over at me with an adoration that rocks me to the foundation of my serenity. What have I done?
GREED
He's showing H'ata the second form of the kata - again! Any initiate can do the Gentle Breeze Kata in their sleep, and H'ata's been a padawan for over a year. Nobody can be that obtuse!
Master told me to carry on without him, but I feel lost without his huge hands guiding me, or his graceful movements to follow.
Instead of becoming more independent with time, I feel like a needy initiate. I'm his padawan, not H'ata. It's been three years and I crave his attention more than ever.
I know it's un-Jedi-like, but I won't share him with anyone.
LUST
Qui-Gon glanced away, unwilling to be caught staring at the beautiful young man talking to the group of his peers by the banquet table.
Somehow Obi-Wan had metamorphed into a fine, serious young Jedi while he wasn't looking. It seemed like only yesterday that he'd accepted him as his padawan, but in fact, it was almost seven years.
He risked another look in Obi-Wan's direction. The surrounding torches highlighted his padawan's cheekbones, his strong chin. His eyes glittered as he chatted excitedly.
Forbidden thoughts loosed themselves from their prisons and teased him briefly before he managed to banish them again.
GLUTTONY
Obi-Wan knew he must look like a boneless, brainless half-wit, but he couldn't help it. He stretched languidly while grinning at the ceiling, keenly aware of the cool, wrinkled sheets below him and the solid body next to him throwing off heat like a furnace.
Large fingers skidded through the cooling semen puddled on his belly, and he laughed as a wet, teasing tongue trailed along his ear, preceding a ticklish bristly beard.
He wondered if his Master would let his get any sleep tonight, but he knew the answer was "No" if he had anything to say about it.
SLOTH
His favourite meditation these days was laying in bed, in the stillness before dawn's rush hour, and feeling the steady song of his lover's heartbeat beneath his hand.
When he was Obi-Wan's age, he hated wasting time in bed. Until a couple of years ago, he would have been in the shower by now mentally planning a list of the day's activities.
Lying here was a sweetness he'd never allowed himself before. The only activities on his mind were how to awaken his sleeping lover and convince him to spend the rest of the morning here in bed with him.
ANGER
He could feel it boil up inside him: white hot and pure. It burned away layers of conscious thought, leaving only the framework of his Jedi training. If he'd had to describe it to someone he would have said he felt light. Formless.
Strange that Master Yoda thought anger led to the dark side.
Now he was blind with fury and stripped to his very essence. He was running on pure instinct.
He leapt through the dissolving force shield and brought his lightsabre up to strike. His instinct was to strike down this grinning red and black demon before him.
PRIDE
I know I have been brought here to witness the result of my hubris. The Force does not judge or differentiate between good and evil. I am here to learn from my mistakes in life.
My former padawan, so different from when I last saw him, is engaged in a deadly contest. His foe is even less familiar, although I know this mechanical creature is the young boy I met on Tattooine.
Fear and hatred foul the Force around Anakin, but from my Obi-Wan I sense only peaceful focus.
Forgive me, but I cannot help still feeling proud of him.