Master
Apprentice  Archive
Theme and Timbre: Tenuto
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Archive: master_apprentice
Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/
Category: POV
Series: Part of the "Theme and Timbre" Series
Rating: G
Warnings None
Spoilers: none
Summary: Tenuto: Held
Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.
Disclaimers: Lucas owns it all. I don't have enough money to pay attention.
Upon my own two feet, I have walked down marbled hallways, through green pastures, along metal corridors, upon bloodied battlefields. I have seen life and death and joy and sorrow and all the tiny increments between.
I watched a padawan be knighted, another fall. I tried to drive yet another away, against the will of the Force, of my master, of Obi-Wan himself.
I have tried him, trained him, hurt him. I have pushed away, pulled back and pressed forward. I have been all the things a master needs to be and none of the things a lover is.
I have shared my body, my knowledge. I have offered my experience, my insight, my pride.
My need I kept for myself.
It never ceases to interest me, how lovely the bursts of bombs look in the darkness. From here, from this window in the distance, it looks as if I am negotiating the cessation of exploding fireflies.
If only the air didn't carry the sour smell of flesh and loss and pain.
He brushes his lips against my forehead and I feel him, his mind pouring down around me like a blanket, warmer even than the arms across my back.
"Sleep, Master."
Tonight, when I was tired and hurt and my soul ached like a shattered tooth -- all sharp edges and throbbing spaces...
"Let it go, Master."
Tonight, when the tea did not calm and the meditation did not comfort and the Force around me mourned...
"I'm right here, Qui-Gon."
Tonight, when I sat up in my solitary bed and silently held out my empty arms, needing...
"Sleep."
Tonight, he filled them.
End