Challenge 1 ficlet
Theatrical Muse Challenge 1: Do you feel that you were born with a predetermined role in society? If so, how do you feel about it? (12/19/03)
Siri Tachi
Note: Set in the QAJ universe.
"And then, Mother finally decided to let me go," Errie chirps, smiling at the ceiling. I twirl a lock of long dark hair between my fingers, enjoying the way it curls around my wrist, almost affectionately. I asked her to tell me how it was she came to Coruscant as a Senate intern, and had no idea I'd be getting the story of her life.
And quite a life it's been. One of the best things about having sex with girls is the intimate pillow talk afterwards. I glance at her still-flushed face, scrubbed free of the glittering make-up she wears when she goes out.
"What about you?" she asks. "What do you want to do, Siri?" She rolls onto her side, and I can't help but watch the gentle slide of her skin as her breasts shift shape.
I cup one in my hand and grin at her. "Oh, I don't know..."
She pushes my hand away with a smirk. "One-track mind, you. I'm serious." Her face softens then, and I realize I didn't mask my emotions quickly enough. "Is something wrong?" Her brows furrow slightly.
I have to look away from those liquid brown eyes, for some reason. I roll onto my back and look up at the ornately carved frieze on the ceiling of Errie's bedroom. Senate interns have amazingly nice apartments.
Errie shifts closer and lays her cheek on my bare stomach. "Tell me, Siri. Why do you want to be a Jedi knight?"
"I..." Why is this difficult? Jedi knights are brave and galliant, wise and heroic. They travel the galaxy, helping beings who have no one else to turn to. They save worlds, preserve freedom, negotiate peace. "I don't know," I say. "I've always wanted to be a knight, I suppose. It's what everyone wants."
Errie exhales slowly, a controlled gesture, as if she's thinking deeply. "But, weren't you brought here as a baby? Have you ever really had a choice about what you want?"
Ah.
"You're right, to an extent. My parents gave me over to the Jedi so that I would have this opportunity. I'm grateful to them for their selflessness. I'm grateful to the Order for taking me."
"Are you really?"
Of course I am! I think, but for some reason my lips won't form the words. Am I?
Errie raises her head and shifts so that she's looking into my eyes. She strokes down the side of my face with one finger, slowly, and then presses a kiss to my forehead. The feeling of those soft lips against my temple is comforting, and I close my eyes.
She waits.
"I've never questioned my place in the Order," I whisper. "No one does, really. We can leave when we want, but... where would we go? What would we do?" I keep my eyes firmly closed. "I want to be a Jedi because it's the best thing -- the only thing -- I could ever be."
Errie cups my cheek in her hand, and I open my eyes. She smiles. "You're an amazingly resourceful person, Siri. You could walk out of the Temple and do anything. Do you have any idea how valuable a person with Jedi training is in the corporate world? Hells, in the political world?"
I shrug. I have heard that, but... selling myself to the highest bidder? Using my connection to the Force for financial gain, for power, or for glory, or...?
"I want to be a knight," I tell her. "It's what I was born to do. It's all I can do."
I suppose it doesn't matter that I never had a choice.
Siri Tachi
Note: Set in the QAJ universe.
"And then, Mother finally decided to let me go," Errie chirps, smiling at the ceiling. I twirl a lock of long dark hair between my fingers, enjoying the way it curls around my wrist, almost affectionately. I asked her to tell me how it was she came to Coruscant as a Senate intern, and had no idea I'd be getting the story of her life.
And quite a life it's been. One of the best things about having sex with girls is the intimate pillow talk afterwards. I glance at her still-flushed face, scrubbed free of the glittering make-up she wears when she goes out.
"What about you?" she asks. "What do you want to do, Siri?" She rolls onto her side, and I can't help but watch the gentle slide of her skin as her breasts shift shape.
I cup one in my hand and grin at her. "Oh, I don't know..."
She pushes my hand away with a smirk. "One-track mind, you. I'm serious." Her face softens then, and I realize I didn't mask my emotions quickly enough. "Is something wrong?" Her brows furrow slightly.
I have to look away from those liquid brown eyes, for some reason. I roll onto my back and look up at the ornately carved frieze on the ceiling of Errie's bedroom. Senate interns have amazingly nice apartments.
Errie shifts closer and lays her cheek on my bare stomach. "Tell me, Siri. Why do you want to be a Jedi knight?"
"I..." Why is this difficult? Jedi knights are brave and galliant, wise and heroic. They travel the galaxy, helping beings who have no one else to turn to. They save worlds, preserve freedom, negotiate peace. "I don't know," I say. "I've always wanted to be a knight, I suppose. It's what everyone wants."
Errie exhales slowly, a controlled gesture, as if she's thinking deeply. "But, weren't you brought here as a baby? Have you ever really had a choice about what you want?"
Ah.
"You're right, to an extent. My parents gave me over to the Jedi so that I would have this opportunity. I'm grateful to them for their selflessness. I'm grateful to the Order for taking me."
"Are you really?"
Of course I am! I think, but for some reason my lips won't form the words. Am I?
Errie raises her head and shifts so that she's looking into my eyes. She strokes down the side of my face with one finger, slowly, and then presses a kiss to my forehead. The feeling of those soft lips against my temple is comforting, and I close my eyes.
She waits.
"I've never questioned my place in the Order," I whisper. "No one does, really. We can leave when we want, but... where would we go? What would we do?" I keep my eyes firmly closed. "I want to be a Jedi because it's the best thing -- the only thing -- I could ever be."
Errie cups my cheek in her hand, and I open my eyes. She smiles. "You're an amazingly resourceful person, Siri. You could walk out of the Temple and do anything. Do you have any idea how valuable a person with Jedi training is in the corporate world? Hells, in the political world?"
I shrug. I have heard that, but... selling myself to the highest bidder? Using my connection to the Force for financial gain, for power, or for glory, or...?
"I want to be a knight," I tell her. "It's what I was born to do. It's all I can do."
I suppose it doesn't matter that I never had a choice.