Fic: ‘goodbye, my friend’
Title: goodbye, my friend
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: tPM: during the celebrations at the end.
Summary: Friends don’t fool friends.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
In order:
when first they meet
goodbye
an unspoken apology
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.
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“Your Majesty.”
She starts, turning to face him. “Now you are aware.”
The corners of his lips quirk, sadly, as he steps forward, away from the pillar’s shadow. His arms are folded, hidden in his outer robe. “A clever ruse, your Majesty.”
“One now broken, perhaps.” Fireworks burst, their brilliant colours dancing across each other’s face. She can see the shadows within his blue eyes that weren’t there before; the sorrow, the loss. Her teeth briefly catch her bottom lip; she does not move.
He shakes his head. “I think not, yo---”
“Padmé,” she interrupts. “Padmé, Master Jedi.”
An eyebrow arches, half hidden by dancing lights. “If I am to call you Padmé, your Majesty, you are to call me Obi-Wan.”
Fatigue hides in his words, concealed by his not knowing it’s there. She hears it, and a weary smile rises in response. “Obi-Wan,” she agrees. “We are friends, are we not?” She awaits his faint, answering nod. “Then friends stand not by titles.”
He looks up, a quiet amused snort as he does. “Friends do not deceive each other, Padmé.”
“I had to,” she comes closer, standing beside him, “consider the safety of my people. And myself,” she adds, almost ruefully; her safety, he can tell, she has never considered.
He looks from dying fireworks to the girl at his side. No, he corrects himself. Queen, not girl. “Then let us hope your people know the Queen who has given herself so wholly to them.”
She looks up, a sad smile curving her lips; she can hear the distance between them. She’d not noticed it until now. “Let us hope,” she softly repeats.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: tPM: during the celebrations at the end.
Summary: Friends don’t fool friends.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
In order:
when first they meet
goodbye
an unspoken apology
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.
_______________________
“Your Majesty.”
She starts, turning to face him. “Now you are aware.”
The corners of his lips quirk, sadly, as he steps forward, away from the pillar’s shadow. His arms are folded, hidden in his outer robe. “A clever ruse, your Majesty.”
“One now broken, perhaps.” Fireworks burst, their brilliant colours dancing across each other’s face. She can see the shadows within his blue eyes that weren’t there before; the sorrow, the loss. Her teeth briefly catch her bottom lip; she does not move.
He shakes his head. “I think not, yo---”
“Padmé,” she interrupts. “Padmé, Master Jedi.”
An eyebrow arches, half hidden by dancing lights. “If I am to call you Padmé, your Majesty, you are to call me Obi-Wan.”
Fatigue hides in his words, concealed by his not knowing it’s there. She hears it, and a weary smile rises in response. “Obi-Wan,” she agrees. “We are friends, are we not?” She awaits his faint, answering nod. “Then friends stand not by titles.”
He looks up, a quiet amused snort as he does. “Friends do not deceive each other, Padmé.”
“I had to,” she comes closer, standing beside him, “consider the safety of my people. And myself,” she adds, almost ruefully; her safety, he can tell, she has never considered.
He looks from dying fireworks to the girl at his side. No, he corrects himself. Queen, not girl. “Then let us hope your people know the Queen who has given herself so wholly to them.”
She looks up, a sad smile curving her lips; she can hear the distance between them. She’d not noticed it until now. “Let us hope,” she softly repeats.