1. The skeezy underworld bar, like many buildings on Coruscant, is extremely poorly lit and has an air about it that tells everything it's path to run. It's just hardly getting by with it's two-droid service, a disgruntled owner, a singular coolant unit, a menu of about five drinks not even Quinlan Vos would be keen to try, and a lighting fixture that's just enough for the droids' scanners to be able to pick up on where the bottles are. 

 This is a place where shadows bleed into each other, and where voices mimic the shadows; overlapping one another and spoken so low and fast you barely now where they're coming from. Needless to say, this is quite a popular spot if you've got something- or someone- to hide. 

 Here, a hooded figure lurks, his cowl pulled far over his face and his form leaning so far back against a similarly dark and damaged wall it would seem he wants to flatten himself into it. This isn't an uncommon sight in areas like these, and whereas this might pique a normal person's interest such as you or myself (well, I'm assuming you're normal, at least. After all, you've got the time to read this, don't you?), no one here has the time- or the heart- to care. 

 So here he stands, quite visibly uneasy and stiff, his frown hidden within his beard. He's vaguely aware that his foot has begun tapping in spite of himself, but at this point he's less concerned with his self-control than he is with the safety of the galaxy.

"You know Kenobi," an unpleasantly familiar voice reveals itself from nearby, "this isn't how I thought my day would go either." 

 Obi-Wan tips his head just a little bit, revealing intense silver-blue eyes that focus on the approaching figure, who's a bit more relaxed and revealed than himself. 

 "Vizla." It comes out as more of a growl than he might've meant, but when time is of the essence Obi-Wan doesn't really need to care all that much about his tone. He needs to focus on the task at hand.

2. Satine mussed Obi-Wan's thick hair with one delicate hand, sitting next to him and intently focusing on her task. Their faces were inches apart, his breath blowing across her cheek gently and his presence soothingly warm despite the cold atmosphere. She thought a bit about how even the most mundane of activities to other couples were perhaps the most precious between her and her Jedi; moments that displayed their deep fondness for one another, content to just focus on things as simple as each other's hair. 

 When Obi-Wan and her had fallen in love all those years ago, she used to twist his braid around her thumb and forefinger and draw him closer that way- he'd hated it. She smiled faintly at the memories that washed back like waves across her mind, and she could almost hear his whines.

'Why do you do that?'

'What, so you didn't want me to kiss you?'

'Well, uh, no, but... you didn't have to be so rough about it!'

She chuckled, drawing herself up onto her knees and gently kissing the top of his head. 

 She'd had to get used to his beard against her lips once he'd grown it, his stubble sightly scratchy against her skin. But this- this was different. This was softer, more gentle.

 "What?" He asked, smiling sheepishly against her neck. 

 "Oh, nothing Ben," she murmured, remaining with her chin resting atop his head, "I was just thinking about when you used to get so upset with me anytime I would mess with your padawan braid."

Obi-Wan snorted, "Ah yes, I remember. I can still feel the pain."

Satine scoffed, "I beg your pardon my dear, but I don't believe I ever pulled it that hard."

"And I beg to differ, duchess."

She drew back, wrapping her hands around his neck and touching his hair where the base of his braid used to be. "I think I quite miss it."

"Well I certainly don't. It was a bother to take out and put back in whenever you'd mess it up so that master Qui-Gon wouldn't find out."

Satine smiled impishly at him, drawing him closer to her and leaning down so his lips were only a hairsbreadth from hers. 

"It made it easier to get your attention." 

"Mmm, and are you still having difficulties vying for my attention now, my dear?"

She smirked and kissed him, their lips gliding against one another. She savored his sweet taste and the gentleness of the moment, adding it to the archive of the rest of their stolen memories together. 

She drew away slowly, resting her head against his shoulder and breathing in the scent o his freshly-washed hair.

"Did you really use my shampoo again?" 

Obi-Wan chuckled, unanswering.

She huffed, leaning back and glaring at him in mock-disapproval,"I thought I asked you to stop doing that." 

"Oh? And I suppose you follow the personal property rule?" Obi-Wan challenged, nodding at his cloak, which was resting snugly upon her shoulders.

"Hair products and clothing articles are completely different things," she insisted, trying hard not to crack at his amused expression. And as usual, failing.

She giggled, flopping down on the bed with an exasperated sigh, allowing herself to feel the full weight of her exhaustion for the first time since that morning. Obi-Wan laid down next to her, turning on his side and meeting her gaze.

"Tired?" 

She nodded, rubbing her eyes,"I swear Obi, one of these days all these senators are going to drive me mad."

Obi-Wan snorted in amusement,"I know what you mean, dear. Although I'm not quite sure they haven't already."

Satine laughed and slapped him playfully across the chest, scooting herself closer to his body and snuggling into his warmth. Her eyelids drooped, suddenly feeling as though they' been replaced with heavy lead. She allowed darkness to enfold her, tucked safely away into the shelter of her love, letting his deep and even breaths lull her to sleep. 

After a few minutes Obi-Wan got up to turn the lights off, leaving her exposed to the cold and the brightness again, and she groaned. 

"Can't you just use the Force or something?" She mumbled, squinting an shielding her eyes with a hand. A moment later the room immersed itself into peaceful darkness and she drew back to the bed again, curling into a ball. 

"Technically I suppose I could, but considering the climate I thought it might be best for you to cover up."

Satine nodded, yawning and forcing herself to sit up. She was about to crawl up and pull back the covers when Obi-Wan scooped her up into his strong arms and tucked her in under the comforter. She heard him shuffle to the other side of the bed and crawl in next to her, flipping her around to face him. He brushed her blond tendrils away fro her forehead and placed a soft goodnight kiss upon the area. 

She turned around and leaned against him, the rhythmic moving of his chest bringing her back into the brink of sleep.

"Goodnight my lily," he murmured softly against her ear.

Satine was asleep before she could answer.

3. Obi-Wan's blood soaked through his cloak, turning the once light fabric a deep shade of crimson. It's all going too fast, Satine thought, pressing down as hard as she could against the injured area as tears pricked at the edges of her eyes. But the torn strips of her silk dress just weren't doing the job, instead dying themselves the same tone as his tunic. 

"Obi-Obi-don't leave me please..." she begged, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and shaking him. Her tears ran freely down her cheeks now, his still, limp form hanging lifeless in her grasp. 

 No, no, no. What would Qui-Gon say when she had cost him someone he loved like a son? What would she do without the person who was keeping her grounded? 

"Come on, you stupid Jetti. Whoever will correct me on my beliefs now? Hmm? Hello? You know it's impolite not to answer someone. Come on, get up. Get up!" 

She pressed harder on the wound. 

"You know if you leave I guess I'll just have to give myself over to the hunters. I'll just walk right up to them so maybe some of Mandalore will be left. Please, please, please. I'm losing my faith. Won't you tell me I'm worth something? Worth something to you?" 

Silence. 

Her head hung, and she finally dropped to her knees as she pulled Obi-Wan's form into her lap. An old Mandalorian saying her father used to tell her in his renditions of Tales of Glory resurfaced itself in the brokenness of her mind.

Oh, how still and anxious the stories of the slain that were never told.

 A feeling of hopelessness for her love leaked through her body, her sobs coming out hoarse and violent now. She took one of his hands- one of those large, steady hands of his, and kissed his bruised knuckles.

Come back, Ben. Oh the things I'd never told you that I'd muster the courage to say now, if only you returned yourself to me. 

"Please," she spoke aloud once more, the words coming off her lips in a faint, hoarse whisper. Her face contorted into a devastated expression, her eyes blending themselves and mixing with the pain in her heart, bleeding through her tears- bleeding just the same as the body she cradled in her arms. 

She brought his face closer to hers, feeling for a pulse. A very faint flutter met her fingertips, causing her to force the saddest and most tragic of hopeful smiles. 

"Obi?"

She pressed his bloodied lips against his, some of the fresh red soaking from broken to broken. She drew back, pressing her forehead to his, a Keldabe kiss.

Sometime shortly after she was aware of a figure-or many figures-removing her Ben away from her, her attempts of struggle futile against the steady, calculated people who then carried her away as well.

"Satine," one of them had said, their deep voice reverberating around Satine's mind as she drifted through unconsciousness. 

And now a thickly accented, uncertain voice mimicked the one from earlier, pulling her away from her rest. 

"Satine."

4. Nose kisses

Obi-Wan didn't dream that night, unlike so many others. Usually he would remain curled up or hunched over in an uncomfortable position, shivering and clenching at  bed sheets until he finally woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. It's the reason he hated sleeping in barracks, it's the reason he hated trying to sleep in general. 

But everything in that moment was quiet and soothing as he drifted further into sleep, reminding him of a deep meditation. In fact, that may have been exactly what he was in, considering the amount of battering and restlessness his body had been put through lately- it might've just been resorting to anything at this point. If a siren had gone off, Obi-Wan most likely would not have heard it.

Which is why it was surprising when a single ray of sunshine coaxed him out of his trance.

He cracked open one eye, the gentle light washed in a light blue from the walls around him. His mind was clear, his senses refreshed, and the scent of honey and tea drifted around him.  For a moment he closed his eyes again, taking in the serenity of his surroundings and deciding that just for once he would slow down and breathe- just enjoy what he had in front of him. 

He pushed himself up on the bed, (yes a real, cushioned bed piled high with blankets and pillows, not a rock-hard cot) and stretched as he gazed over to the small table where Satine had set down some teacups and a breakfast tray of soft pastries and honeycomb. He watched her for a moment, her pale blond hair framing her face as she focused on pouring out the piping-hot beverage, the sunlight hitting her face just so a soft glow surrounded her. 

 She must've felt him staring, because she looked up from the tea for a moment to catch him staring and smiled slightly. She set the cups down and almost glided over to where he was, her kind smile still remaining.

She tipped his chin up slightly and bent down, placing a single tender kiss on his nose.

"Good morning my love. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He returned her affectionate look, wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her down to his eye-level. 

"This is wonderful my dear, thank you. I could've wished for nothing more."

She glanced away, unsure for a moment, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"Oh? It was just some small pastries I-"

He held up a hand to stop her. 

"Satine, I awake every morning either in complete darkness or in a bleak, gray light on a cold bed with perhaps a muja-fruit bowl if I'm lucky, usually after a nightmare. But this," he gestured around at the reflected blue haze, and finally returned his arms back to her, pulling her closer, "this is like a dream."

Her face lit up at his reassurance and he pulled her in for a brief kiss before licking his lips. 

"But I probably will end up eating that whole plate."

"Oh no you will not, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Those are expensive to make and I've been up for an hour working on all this."

Obi-Wan grinned mischievously, dodging her attempts to keep him on the bed and grabbing a cookie off the tray, stuffing it in his mouth.

She laughed, throwing a smaller pillow across the room at him with surprising precision. 

"Hey!" 

He went to go grab another morsel from the table, but Satine was already there, catching his hand and grabbing his shoulders. 

She touched her forehead to his, her playful eyes pools of joy- for once unclouded by the stress and trouble that filled her life. That alone was enough to make his heart flutter in his chest, to make him almost giddy.

"What?" 

"Oh nothing, it's just that-" he twisted her against him so she couldn't move, and she squealed as he swiped the plate and darted to the other side of the room. 

"I had you exactly where I wanted you."

She shook her head at him, smirking,"What, pressed up against your chest?"

"I mean," Obi-Wan took a bite of the sweet pastry, "I wouldn't exactly be opposed to the idea."

Satine just sighed and picked up her tea, blowing on the surface gently to cool it down and taking a sip. 

"Can I at least have one?"

He resisted the urge to chuckle at her serious tone,"Perhaps, we'll see how I'm feeling after another five."

"Five?" She asked incredulously, "do they starve you at the temple?"

He nodded and covered up his smirk with the back of his palm as she gazed longingly at the food that rotated around him, suspended by the Force. 

"Well, maybe we'll see how I'm feeling after another five cups of tea."

Obi-Wan placed a hand over his chest and adopted a look of mock-horror. 

"No tea? Abuse! Outrage!"

Satine snorted, holding out her palm, "Two Luff pastries then, if you don't mind."

Obi-Wan sighed and pushed both of the requested delicacies towards her, and then followed them, setting the others back on the plate atop the bed.

The Luff cream was hard to avoid getting everywhere, but Satine tried her best, getting only a little bit on her lower lip. 

"That looks good," Obi-Wan said as Satine finished the first one.

She nodded, "They're my favorite. Sieg- my mother's handmaid- would make them all the time when I was younger." Satine's gaze became fixed on the remaining Luff, lost somewhere in her past.

"Mind if I try?"

"Hmm-" Satine hardly had time to think back to where she was before Obi-Wan kissed her, enveloping her lips along with the sweet cream and grinning as she wrapped her hands around his neck, still trying to hold on to her remaining pastry.

When he released her she laughed, pushing him back a ways, "I'm trying to eat here you know."

"You were right," he said, leaning against he table, "they do taste very good."

initial notes: [Early mornings, silk pajamas, tea, books, honeycomb, succulents, and fairy light vibes masked within geometric blue color washes.]

Early mornings, silk pajamas, tea, books, honeycomb, succulents, and fairy light vibes masked within geometric blue color washes.

5. "Please don't hide from me."

Satine entered the dark room, where she heard rather than saw Obi-Wan attempting to heal himself with nothing but a few strips of gauze and a bottle of bacta.

"Obi-" she began, cautiously stepping further towards him.

His head snapped up and he backed himself against the corner of the wall he was leaning against for support, hissing as he moved the side where the gash was. 

"I'm fine, I don't require medical attention duchess. You should be in the medbay right now."

Shadows had completely engulfed his body, leaving nothing for her to see except for a muddle of dark shapes strewn across the room, and a trail of liquid leading to where Obi-Wan now was.

She sighed, thinking of how to best do this without making him more upset or hitting him over the head with a bat. 

"Please don't hide from me."

There was no sound but his labored breathing, until finally he replied weakly, "But the last thing I need is for you to be close to me right now."

Satine's heart stopped. If he'd taken his lightsaber, shoved it straight through her chest, and twisted, she wasn't sure it could've hurt much worse. 

She told herself to ignore him, to let all of her emotions go and just focus on his safety, but something in her just wouldn't let that happen. 

Her voice hitched, "You're selfish, Obi-Wan."

"What?"

She grit her teeth, the needle in her hands shaking,"How dare you use a time of vulnerability to push me away like that! You've no right. Just because Qui-Gon is gone, you're worried that you're out of control. You think it's okay to hurt me to help yourself get a grip. Do you ever wonder how that makes me feel? It makes me feel like I'm keeping you from being the person you're truly meant to be. Is that what you think? Am I just an obstacle on the course of your life? Another trial for you to face and overcome?" 

Tears streamed down her face as she paused, afraid of his response. 

"I wish you were. I wish I could imagine a future without you. But- I just- I can't and I'm afraid- I don't know- what that means." He finally stopped and her eyes had adjusted enough now to see that he was hunched over, gasping through his pain. 

Her tears still fell, but she walked silently over to him and crouched down next to where he was, too weak to even say anything remotely close to stopping her.

She grabbed a pillow from a nearby cot and propped it up behind him as she tried her best to remove his tunic without causing him too much pain. His side was covered almost completely in blood, and she had to soak some of it up with a cloth before she could actually see what she needed so sew up.

She worked as carefully as she could, willing her hands not to shake and for her eyes to see through the darkness. A single tear fell onto where she was working but she ignored it, trying to rehash some of the lectures her father used to tell her about weakness when she was younger. 

Warriors don't cry, Satine. A duchess doesn't cry, Satine. Leaders don't cry, Satine. Jedi are heartless, Satine.

She was done. When she looked up after cutting the string, she saw that Obi-Wan's cloudy blue eyes were raining, and he forced out a weak, "I'm so sorry."

Jedi are heartless, Satine.

"I know. Me too." 

And with that, she pressed her lips gently to his and grabbed a blanket, tucking it around him and looking back one last time. 

"Get some sleep, or so help me I'll lecture you again."

She was about to exit when she heard him call out, sounding stranded. 

"Wait! Wait-" he cleared his throat, "-stay. Please."