Loth-kitten
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When he sees who is leading the entourage, unthinkingly he lets go of Satine’s arm and nearly bolts out of a window. The Duchess tries to grab him, but it is Quinlan Vos yelling Obi-Wan’s name that has him freezing guiltily, a few steps from freedom.
“Oh, let him run, Quin,” Asajj Ventress practically purrs from where she stands beside Knight Vos. “I’ve missed the sight of Jedi running in fear since the war has stopped.”
Obi-Wan’s shoulders tighten and he whirls around. While Mandalore may be a peaceful planet, he is not going to let such an insult pass, especially not from a Sith politician! “As I recall, it was you who turned tail to run at the first hint of trouble.”
“Really? That’s not what I remember.”
“Then I suggest you seek medical attention for your spotty memory, my darling,” he snaps back at her.
“My darling?” Satine and Quinlan echo together. Obi-Wan flushes, kicking himself for forgetting he has an audience and it is not Anakin.
Quinlan looks ready to burst out laughing, his eyes dancing with the possibility of years of teasing. Satine looks deeply unimpressed, her eyes flashing under her arched brows.
“Come, come,” Ventress says with a throaty laugh. “You must allow the great Negotiator his little games.” She takes Quinlan’s arm. “You know how he is. He only ever flirts with his enemies. He saves his venom, cold shoulders, and arguing for those he loves. Haven’t you seen the way he is with Skywalker?”
Quinlan is now snickering. “Does that mean you love me too, Obi-Wan? I can’t deny you look much improved without the beard.”
“Now look here, Anakin was my Padawan and he is happily–" he bites his tongue before he says more, but it is too late. He runs a hand over his face. Anakin is going to kill him!
“Happily, what?” Satine says urgently, moving forward, having caught Obi-Wan’s slip. “Happily . . . married? A Jedi, married?”
He wants to say no, of course not. Jedi don’t get married. Jedi are forbidden from marriage. Marriage is attachment. Attachment is forbidden. It is dangerous.
But he sees hope in her eyes, burning like a candle and cannot bring himself to snuff it out with a lie.
But is it his secret to tell? He thinks of Anakin and Padme together, his former Padawan so blatantly lovesick Obi-Wan is frequently embarrassed on his behalf, (though Padme finds Anakin’s devotion adorable).
Obi-Wan thinks about the fact that while he and the Order didn’t realize that Anakin was more than just partial to Padme, (and given how obvious it was in hindsight, it is a miracle the Sith Master hadn’t exterminated the Order years ago in their obliviousness), the 501st obviously knew. When they had left Coruscant on the Resolute, the clones traveling with them didn’t bat an eye at the Senator or the children staying in Anakin’s quarters. Palpatine sending assassins after Padme and the babies meant he knew.
He looks over at Ventress, who is smirking. She already knows the truth. She is watching him like a hawk to see if he hides behind the Code, if he lies, ready to tear into him like a coward if he does.
But even if everyone in the galaxy other than the Order has already discovered the truth about Anakin and Padme, he still owes his brother and sister-in-law some modicum of discretion!
He clears his throat and says, “I can neither confirm nor deny that any Jedi of the Order is happily married at the present and celebrating the birth of twin children.”
Satine’s face lights up with joy. “Twins!” she exclaims. “Oh, Padme!” And Obi-Wan winces. Of course, even Satine can figure out who Anakin married in under five seconds. She scowls suddenly and punches Obi-Wan in the arm. “I need to send congratulations and a gift, and a belated wedding present. There are traditions that must be observed! Why didn’t you tell me?”
Obi-Wan rubs his shoulder, ignoring the laughter from Vos and Ventress. “For a pacifistic you are so prone to violence, Duchess. And I haven’t told you anything about anyone. I admit nothing,” he says with a wounded sniff.
Quinlan shakes his head. “Damn, I don’t know how straight laced High Councilor Kenobi managed to train a Jedi like Skywalker, but I think Master Jinn would’ve been proud.”
2). Фанфик.
3) Фанфик.
When he sees who is leading the entourage, unthinkingly he lets go of Satine’s arm and nearly bolts out of a window. The Duchess tries to grab him, but it is Quinlan Vos yelling Obi-Wan’s name that has him freezing guiltily, a few steps from freedom.
“Oh, let him run, Quin,” Asajj Ventress practically purrs from where she stands beside Knight Vos. “I’ve missed the sight of Jedi running in fear since the war has stopped.”
Obi-Wan’s shoulders tighten and he whirls around. While Mandalore may be a peaceful planet, he is not going to let such an insult pass, especially not from a Sith politician! “As I recall, it was you who turned tail to run at the first hint of trouble.”
“Really? That’s not what I remember.”
“Then I suggest you seek medical attention for your spotty memory, my darling,” he snaps back at her.
“My darling?” Satine and Quinlan echo together. Obi-Wan flushes, kicking himself for forgetting he has an audience and it is not Anakin.
Quinlan looks ready to burst out laughing, his eyes dancing with the possibility of years of teasing. Satine looks deeply unimpressed, her eyes flashing under her arched brows.
“Come, come,” Ventress says with a throaty laugh. “You must allow the great Negotiator his little games.” She takes Quinlan’s arm. “You know how he is. He only ever flirts with his enemies. He saves his venom, cold shoulders, and arguing for those he loves. Haven’t you seen the way he is with Skywalker?”
Quinlan is now snickering. “Does that mean you love me too, Obi-Wan? I can’t deny you look much improved without the beard.”
“Now look here, Anakin was my Padawan and he is happily–" he bites his tongue before he says more, but it is too late. He runs a hand over his face. Anakin is going to kill him!
“Happily, what?” Satine says urgently, moving forward, having caught Obi-Wan’s slip. “Happily . . . married? A Jedi, married?”
He wants to say no, of course not. Jedi don’t get married. Jedi are forbidden from marriage. Marriage is attachment. Attachment is forbidden. It is dangerous.
But he sees hope in her eyes, burning like a candle and cannot bring himself to snuff it out with a lie.
But is it his secret to tell? He thinks of Anakin and Padme together, his former Padawan so blatantly lovesick Obi-Wan is frequently embarrassed on his behalf, (though Padme finds Anakin’s devotion adorable).
Obi-Wan thinks about the fact that while he and the Order didn’t realize that Anakin was more than just partial to Padme, (and given how obvious it was in hindsight, it is a miracle the Sith Master hadn’t exterminated the Order years ago in their obliviousness), the 501st obviously knew. When they had left Coruscant on the Resolute, the clones traveling with them didn’t bat an eye at the Senator or the children staying in Anakin’s quarters. Palpatine sending assassins after Padme and the babies meant he knew.
He looks over at Ventress, who is smirking. She already knows the truth. She is watching him like a hawk to see if he hides behind the Code, if he lies, ready to tear into him like a coward if he does.
But even if everyone in the galaxy other than the Order has already discovered the truth about Anakin and Padme, he still owes his brother and sister-in-law some modicum of discretion!
He clears his throat and says, “I can neither confirm nor deny that any Jedi of the Order is happily married at the present and celebrating the birth of twin children.”
Satine’s face lights up with joy. “Twins!” she exclaims. “Oh, Padme!” And Obi-Wan winces. Of course, even Satine can figure out who Anakin married in under five seconds. She scowls suddenly and punches Obi-Wan in the arm. “I need to send congratulations and a gift, and a belated wedding present. There are traditions that must be observed! Why didn’t you tell me?”
Obi-Wan rubs his shoulder, ignoring the laughter from Vos and Ventress. “For a pacifistic you are so prone to violence, Duchess. And I haven’t told you anything about anyone. I admit nothing,” he says with a wounded sniff.
Quinlan shakes his head. “Damn, I don’t know how straight laced High Councilor Kenobi managed to train a Jedi like Skywalker, but I think Master Jinn would’ve been proud.”