Obi-Wan looked at Qui-Gon, sitting there quietly discussing a future without him. His master's face was smoothed, sunshine flattening the contours of harsh lines and sharp projections which normally gave it such definition. It was cleansed of all emotion by the light.
He'd been staring at Qui-Gon for a third of his life. Yet in three short days he had reversed his whole way of seeing. Or perhaps it had been in that one moment, when he watched passion recast those well-known features from master into lover. Either way, he knew that the face now presented to him was nothing but a mask, controlled as carefully as were the hands lying still on Qui-Gon's knees.
no subject
Obi-Wan looked at Qui-Gon, sitting there quietly discussing a future without him. His master's face was smoothed, sunshine flattening the contours of harsh lines and sharp projections which normally gave it such definition. It was cleansed of all emotion by the light.
He'd been staring at Qui-Gon for a third of his life. Yet in three short days he had reversed his whole way of seeing. Or perhaps it had been in that one moment, when he watched passion recast those well-known features from master into lover. Either way, he knew that the face now presented to him was nothing but a mask, controlled as carefully as were the hands lying still on Qui-Gon's knees.
i'll shutup now.
*runs away to cry*