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Spoilers: Nope, not a single one.
Disclaimer: The Star Wars world and all it's inhabitants are
the property of George Lucas. The title of this fic is the
property of Rik Vollaerts and also Gene Roddenberry. The line
of poetry Obi-Wan quotes at the start is taken from "The
Paradox of Civilisation" by Sharon Jones and is used by
permission, unlike everything else herein.
Summary: Obi-Wan's musings on his Master
"Life endangers angels like demons attract lust."
A demon he may not be but lust he most definitely attracts, yet
he isn't aware of it. He walks into a room and heads turn, jaws
drop and thoughts of sex and him fill people's minds. He
doesn't realise. How can he not realise? Obviously he cannot be
oblivious to the sexuality rampant in the room, so should I
tell him that he is the cause of such? Oh yeah I can just
imagine it: 'Master, I only think it best you should know. I
suppose you've probably felt the carnality present in function
rooms when an official engagement requires our attention. Well,
the cause of these feelings is you.' What would I say then.
Would I continue to confess to him my love? 'People all over
the known galaxy, be them humanoid or not, find you to be the
most enticing men they have ever had the pleasure to set eyes
upon? How do I know this?' No, there is no way I could tell
him. He would brush my love for him off as a mere adolescent
crush. But this is no crush, this is true love. My master is
the one to whom my heart and soul belongs, he completes me. A
life without him is a life I dare not even attempt to
contemplate, it would be worthwhile, empty, unimportant. But I
cannot tell him.
My life has revolved around him ever since I can remember, not
always in a sexual manner of course, but one way or another
Qui-Gon Jinn has been the centre of my life since I was 13
years old. Initially he was a father figure to me, he cared for
me, brought me up, tended to me when I was sick, comforted me
when I was at wrongs with the world, was there when I needed
someone. As time passed, I became aware of sex and of my needs,
and of my master as being someone other than my teacher, my
father, my hero; the one I looked up to. I saw him as the man
he is and became inextricably drawn to the animal magnetism he
radiates with his entire being.
As far am I am concerned, my master is perfect, there is none
so fine as he. In my minds eyes I can picture him as clearly as
though he were standing I front of me. Every little detail is
burned onto the insides of my eyelids; there is no possibility
of me ever forgetting this man, no matter what the future may
hold. I see him as the warrior he is; brave, true and strong.
The grace and fluidity with which he moves, unusual in so large
a man. The way the muscles of his broad shoulders, powerful
chest and flat stomach ripple beneath his skin when he moves.
The leonine grace of his face, with the most piercing blue eyes
I have ever seen; eyes that seem to penetrate to the very soul
of my being. I move my gaze down to his lips, lips I can
imagine driving me crazy; if I try hard enough I can feel him
pleasuring me, moving over my body, kissing, licking, nipping,
teasing my sensitised skin with his beard, while his hands.. I
shake my head to rid the thoughts.
Wrong, shouts the rational section of my brain. He's my Master,
surely I should not be desiring him in such a physical manner.
An old saying springs to my mind whenever I think of Qui-Gon;
"For The World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky" I do not
know about the world being hollow, but without him being there,
I am but a shell of myself. However with my Master at my side,
I can most definitely touch the sky.
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