Fic: ‘Tis the Season: ‘His only witness.’
Title: ‘Tis the Season: His only witness.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith.
Summary: His only witness watches.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
This artist has stayed in mind for a while. I may write more for him.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.
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Light flickers as his fingers trace the curve of her cheeks, the shadow of her hair. Her eyes deepen in the inconstant light but he knows the certainty of a wishglobe will not work; through the candlelight, she becomes more.
Alive.
He feels her eyes follow him when he steps back, when he tilts his head. There is no demure head-dress, no demure gown that hints all but reveals nothing. Like her, he feels and a slow smile curves his lips; his cheeks flush from his efforts.
Soon, the light will die and he will have to light it anew. He cannot bear to be parted from those all-knowing eyes, those eyes that see the evils of the galaxy and stop it coming to Naboo.
His only witness watches when he reaches down, smearing paint on his fingertips and he begins to hint at her shoulder.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith.
Summary: His only witness watches.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
This artist has stayed in mind for a while. I may write more for him.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.
_______________________
Light flickers as his fingers trace the curve of her cheeks, the shadow of her hair. Her eyes deepen in the inconstant light but he knows the certainty of a wishglobe will not work; through the candlelight, she becomes more.
Alive.
He feels her eyes follow him when he steps back, when he tilts his head. There is no demure head-dress, no demure gown that hints all but reveals nothing. Like her, he feels and a slow smile curves his lips; his cheeks flush from his efforts.
Soon, the light will die and he will have to light it anew. He cannot bear to be parted from those all-knowing eyes, those eyes that see the evils of the galaxy and stop it coming to Naboo.
His only witness watches when he reaches down, smearing paint on his fingertips and he begins to hint at her shoulder.