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fragmentsofthegalaxy2014-10-14 03:58 pm
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And I never thought we'd make it back so soon
Siri drew in a ragged, unsteady breath, disoriented and confused. She didn’t know where she was. Where she should be. The last thing she remembered...
Was...
Dying...
But she wasn’t. She was very much still alive. The pain was different than it had been. Should have been. It was still enough to steal her breath, but it felt... more like an echo of the agony she’d been feeling. Nothing more. Her eyes fluttered opened, and she looked up to see Obi-Wan, gazing down at her, his arms around her, warm and familiar. Memories came rushing back; ALL of them.
Waking in the Land of Make Believe. Finding Obi-Wan, and Anakin, and Padmé there. Learning of the future, the tragedy that came after her death.
Univille.
The Warehouse.
Their wedding.
She gasped, reaching up to cup his cheek with a trembling, unsteady hand, and she blinked in surprise. There on her finger, glinting faintly in the light, was a ring. A simple, silver band that Obi-Wan had slipped onto her finger only months ago. A ring that she hadn’t been wearing when this mission had started. She scarcely dared to hope, as her gaze moved from the ring, back to his eyes. Force, please let him remember... She could sense him in a way that she never had been able to, before Univille. Relief and joy in equal measure filled her chest as she grabbed a fistful of his robes and all but yanked him to her, kissing him fervently.
She could be wrong; there was the chance that he didn’t remember, that the bond didn’t care, Obi-Wan was Obi-Wan, and he would be pushing her away wondering what had gotten into her.
But that awareness of him made her reckless.
Was...
Dying...
But she wasn’t. She was very much still alive. The pain was different than it had been. Should have been. It was still enough to steal her breath, but it felt... more like an echo of the agony she’d been feeling. Nothing more. Her eyes fluttered opened, and she looked up to see Obi-Wan, gazing down at her, his arms around her, warm and familiar. Memories came rushing back; ALL of them.
Waking in the Land of Make Believe. Finding Obi-Wan, and Anakin, and Padmé there. Learning of the future, the tragedy that came after her death.
Univille.
The Warehouse.
Their wedding.
She gasped, reaching up to cup his cheek with a trembling, unsteady hand, and she blinked in surprise. There on her finger, glinting faintly in the light, was a ring. A simple, silver band that Obi-Wan had slipped onto her finger only months ago. A ring that she hadn’t been wearing when this mission had started. She scarcely dared to hope, as her gaze moved from the ring, back to his eyes. Force, please let him remember... She could sense him in a way that she never had been able to, before Univille. Relief and joy in equal measure filled her chest as she grabbed a fistful of his robes and all but yanked him to her, kissing him fervently.
She could be wrong; there was the chance that he didn’t remember, that the bond didn’t care, Obi-Wan was Obi-Wan, and he would be pushing her away wondering what had gotten into her.
But that awareness of him made her reckless.
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She brushed gentle fingertips against his cheek. “But it’s worth it. I cannot, I WILL not, give you up again.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re my husband, Obi-Wan.” She might not be able to use his name, or wear his ring now that they’d returned home, but they were married all the same.
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He was right though. They would be expelled if the Council learned of their... attachment. Jedi didn’t marry. But... Force. They knew what was coming. “Can we do that?” She asked. “With what we know of the future?”
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