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Singing
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Qui-Gon looked up from the papers he was reading. "What Obi-Wan?"
A pair of gray-green looked up at him. "Nothing Master, just a song I have stuck in my head."
"Oh," and the older man returned to his reading.
Obi-Wan looked down at the picture he was drawing of his Master. He was having trouble getting the nose just right. He looked up to study his face and continued the soft singing. "I'm not one of those who can easily hide, I don't have much money but boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live."
Qui-Gon looked up again, his brows scrunching together. "Padawan that's very distracting."
The youth stuck the tip of his tongue out in concentration as he quickly sketched the particular shape of his Master's nose. "What is?"
"That singing."
Obi-Wan stopped drawing. "You don't like my voice Master Qui-Gon?"
The Jedi gave an exasperated sigh. "You gave a perfectly lovely singing voice Obi-Wan. What's distracting is that you're not using it, singing under your breath like that. I have to strain to hear it."
"Oh, so you like to hear me sing Master?" There was a teasing look in the young man's eyes.
Qui-Gon was speechless for a moment. "Yes," he thought, "I do rather like to listening to him warbling around the quarters." He cleared him throat. "Well, yes I do. As I said it's a lovely voice, a fine tenor. I rather think that if I hadn't taken you as my Padawan then you would have done well to pursue a career in musical theater."
"I don't think I would have enjoyed that Master," Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose in a way that Qui-Gon always found very cute in spite of himself. He tried to shake that feeling.
"Never the less. If you're going to sing Obi-Wan, sing."
The Apprentice nodded, "Alright Master.
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show"
"It is a nice song, if a bit fluffy," thought Qui-Gon. "He does sing it with feeling though." He tried to go back to reading the papers but he couldn't stop listening. He watched Obi-Wan surreptitiously from over the top of a page. The lad's mouth moved as he sang and Qui-Gon was mesmerized watching it
"I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you."
He noticed how Obi-Wan's throat quivered as the words flowed out of his young, full lips. Qui-Gon scowled to himself for that last thought. "Really this is ridiculous, sitting here thinking these sorts of things about my Padawan. At my age."
"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world."
But he couldn't stop listening and watching Obi-Wan sing and draw. The light hit him in a way that made him seem like some sort of mythical hero. Like a warrior-poet with a wild, untamable heart and a fine, beautiful body. Qui-Gon tore his eyes from the other man. "Control your thoughts man!" he thought bitterly.
"I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite
cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on."
The singing was becoming louder and strangely more impassioned. Qui-Gon had his eyes shut and his face hidden by the paper. In his minds eye he could still see Obi-Wan singing but in the image the man was looking directly at him, singing to him.
"So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen."
The there it was flowing to him through their bond. Obi-Wan was singing with the pure feelings of his heart. Qui-Gon's eyes shot open and there was Obi-Wan looking directly at him, singing to him.
"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world."
With reflexes amplified by the Force Qui-Gon was across the room in a heartbeat and pulling Ob-Wan up from his chair. He folded the younger man into his arms and kissed him firmly and passionately. The song was still being sung in the Master's mind. The pictures that Obi-Wan had been holding fell from his hands and fluttered to the floor. Picture after picture of his Master standing, sitting, and laughing. Sketches of him in a hundred different poses, with a hundred different facial expressions. The last one, the one drawing he'd been working on, was of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon locked in a passionate kiss.
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