Archival: Master & Apprentice and Fabulae are more than
welcome - all others just ask :-)
Warnings: I wrote this imagining an under-aged Obi. If this is
a problem for you, either up the age a little in your own mind
*g* or press that nice little delete button (it's below insert
and just left of home)
Feedback: Nice but not compulsory *g*.
Disclaimer: Mr. Lucas, if you could see the amount of Star Wars
merchandise in my bedroom, you would realise that I have
absolutely no money for you to sue out of me. Perhaps you'd be
interested in a slightly used copy of "I Am A Jedi" instead???
Tomorrow I'm going to tell my master that I love him. I'm going
to take his face in my hands and lift his eyes until they are
forced to look into my own. And then I'm going to whisper the
words I have wanted to utter for almost a year now.
Tomorrow the difference between our ages will cease to matter.
The years between us will become like mere seconds and every
worry and fear will fade into nothingness. We will no longer
look at each other as master and student but, instead, as
equals.
Tomorrow my master will look at me in a completely new light.
He will no-longer ruffle my hair like he would that of a child.
We will converse on topics both adult and varied while curled
up together in his large chair. This time, however, I will no
longer sit on his lap as a boy, but instead as his lover.
Tomorrow all my greatest dreams will come true. The happiness I
sometimes glimpse from afar will begin to shine from deep
within me. There will be no more need to fantasise about how a
gentle lover's touch from his strong hands would feel. My hopes
will become my reality. My fantasies will become my life.
Tomorrow never dies. Life goes on but there is always tomorrow.
Each day that passes without him knowing the way I feel is but
another step towards the eventual realisation of my dreams. Set
backs are only temporary for tomorrow ever remains visible,
somewhere just out of my reach.
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