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Continuing todays previews with this piece by the wonderful Romi!

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Ewan McGregor as Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars: Attack of the Clones (2002)

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Some people, he thought, are drawn to the light as surely as flowers that bend toward a sun.

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for the obitine prompts, maybe their first kiss (in canon) ?

She will not cry.

Satine Kryze has not shed a tear in over a standard decade. She suspects the constant fighting, the perpetual loss of her people, has inured her to such sadness.

She hadn’t even become weepy after learning of the parents’ assassinations.

Her stoicism had earned her a reputation, she knows, but it had been necessary. She’d rather be seen as unfeeling than the opposite. She won’t give the opposition yet another reason why she is seemingly unfit to lead, and stars forbid she be labeled as too emotional.

But looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi through the window of the medical bay, she thinks she may have finally reached her limit.

The Draboonian healers had done what they could for him, but it might not be enough.

Satine and Obi-Wan had become separated from Qui-Gon as the elder Jedi had held off an unknown attacker, buying Obi-Wan time to get Satine to safety. Little had they known that they were running straight into a hive of venom-mites.

By the time they’d realized, they’d been surrounded, with their backs to boulders and the hive approaching from every angle below them.

Obi-Wan, of course, hadn’t hesitated, grabbing Satine into his arms and leaping as far as he could over the approaching venom-mites.

He’d almost made it.

He’d landed just at the edge of the swarm, and some of the venom-mites had managed to crawl up his leg. A couple of steps later, the leg had given way, sending them both tumbling.

Satine breathes out deeply, trying to forget the agony of Obi-Wan’s scream as the mites had punctured his skin.

The venom’s effect had been instantaneous, leaving Obi-Wan unable to stand, and Satine had acted without thinking: she’d grabbed Obi-Wan’s lightsaber to flick away the offending mites and then try to keep the others at bay. She’d quickly been overwhelmed, but she’d bought enough time for Qui-Gon to arrive, and he’d helped her get Obi-Wan to the healing facility.

But by the time they’d reached the medical bay, Obi-Wan had completely lost feeling in his legs, and then he’d lost consciousness.

He hadn’t woken up.

Satine’s eyes snap up as a healer exits the room. “Any improvement?” she asks in Mando’a, hating how weak her voice sounds.

The healer breathes in. “The swelling in his brain has decreased. He should be awake by now.”

Satine folds her arms over herself, as though fighting off a chill. She understands the implications of the healer’s words.

We do not understand why he hasn’t regained consciousness.

“Thank you,” Satine murmurs, and the healer walks away.

Satine looks up and down the hall. Qui-Gon has retired to catch a couple hours of sleep, and no one else is near. There’s no one to object to her actions.

So she slips inside the room and sits at the edge of the bed, watching machines assist Obi-Wan in breathing.

There’s quiet, for the first time since they’d arrived, and Satine is suddenly aware of a sharp pain just above her knee. She looks down, realizing that her trousers must have been cut against the rocks when she’d fallen from Obi-Wan’s arms. The torn fabric is stained with dried blood, and she moves the pieces aside to examine the wound.

She swears.

It won’t heal on its own.

She takes another look at Obi-Wan, knowing he’d scold her if he were awake. So she stands and moves to the cabinets on the other side of the room, rummaging for anything she can find. She manages to locate an antiseptic solution and some butterfly bandages. Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t find any bacta. There’s a shortage in the Mandalore system thanks to the war, and - if she’s being honest - Satine wouldn’t have bothered to use bacta even if she’d found it.

A simple cut, no matter how deep, would not be triaged high enough to be deserving of bacta.

She sits next to Obi-Wan, placing the bandages beside her on the mattress, and begins cleaning the wound.

She hisses at the first contact of antiseptic against her skin.

“That needs stitches, you know,” comes a weak voice.

Satine turns sharply.

Obi-Wan is awake. He looks high as the Alderaanian mountains, but he’s awake.

“Ben,” she whispers, setting the antiseptic solution on the bedside table and then flinging her arms around him.

He chuckles against her. “I must have been quite close to death to receive that reaction.”

If he weren’t already in a medical facility, Satine might put him there. But she refrains from inflicting any further bodily harm upon him.

She pulls back slightly so she can meet his eyes. “You didn’t respond well to the antivenom,” she murmurs. “The healers couldn’t figure out why you weren’t coming back to us.”

He groans. “How long was I out?”

“Almost two standard days,” says Satine. “Before you lost consciousness, you couldn’t feel your legs,” she adds in a whisper.

Obi-Wan glances down. “Funny,” he says. “I can sure feel them now.”

She follows his gaze, to where her hand is resting on his knee.

Her first instinct is to pull away, but she doesn’t. Instead, she shifts, moving her hands down his right leg to his foot, only the thin layer of the blanket between their skin.

“You can feel that?” she asks, and suddenly she’s…she’s hopeful.

Obi-Wan nods.

Satine repeats the process with his other leg. “And?”

He nods again.

She meets his eyes, unable to help the smile that spreads across her face. 

Obi-Wan gives her a peculiar look. “I don’t think you’ve ever smiled at me before.”

She huffs. “I just haven’t let you see me do so,” Satine admits, and he grins at her words.

Then he reaches for the antiseptic solution. “I meant it about your cut needing stitches,” he says, still smiling softly, appearing a little more lucid. “Come here.”

So she shifts again, letting him take a closer look at the cut.

He pours a bit more antiseptic on the wound, and Satine swipes at it with a sterile wipe, cleaning the grime away. After, she holds the skin in place as Obi-Wan places the butterfly bandages over the cut.

“For now, that’s adequate,” he says, looking back up at her. He grimaces. “I dropped you, didn’t I?”

Satine suddenly realizes how close they are. Just a few centimeters separate them.

“You saved me,” she corrects.

“Some job I did of that,” Obi-Wan says.

And she has to laugh - in relief, maybe? In happiness?

She locks her eyes with his.

In love, she realizes.

A tear rolls down her cheek to land upon his skin.

And without thinking about it, she eliminates the rest of the space between them to press her lips against his.

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EWAN McGREGOR + FUR

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Oh, to be the gentle breeze through Obi-Wan’s hair…

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Trainspotting  1996 vs. 2017

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S01 | E06 - Bolivia

(Another episode I loved because HE SINGS - and licks the walls)

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*✧･ﾟ:* Sparkly Eyes *:･ﾟ✧*

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I think my hair is quite like Alec Guinness’s. It’s no longer a mullet…which I sported beautifully in episode 2, which I’ve now passed on to Hayden. He now carries the mullet flame through episode 3.

Is he wearing the Big Jedi Mullet? Top man.

Ewan McGregor in ‘Becoming Obi-Wan’

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SKELETON CREW | 1.04: CAN'T SAY I REMEMBER NO AT ATTIN

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Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here enjoying Ewan’s long, flippy Obi-Wan Kenobi hair and bushy beard. 

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Obi-Wan Kenobi: Part VI (2022)

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Star Wars Episode II - Attack of the Clones

Obi-Wan Kenobi + ⛓️

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DAY ONE: JAN 27 | agape - ἀγάπη The highest form of unconditional, sacrificial love. Satine’s relationship to Mandalore and her people. What it means to be Mand’alor and her duty to the system.

DAY TWO: JAN 28 | storge - στοργή Familial love. Satine’s relationship to her family. How she views her family, her sister, her nephew, and the entirety of House Kryze.

DAY THREE: JAN 29 | eros - ἔρως Physical love or sexual desire; involving passion, lust, or romance. Satine’s relationship to romance and sexual desire. Her lovers and partners over the years, both sensual and carnal.

DAY FOUR: JAN 30 | philia - φιλία Close bonds created through friendship. Satine’s relationship to friendship. People she has met on her travels that keep in touch, mentors, guides, and close friends she cares for deeply.

DAY FIVE: JAN 31 | philautia - φιλαυτία Self love and personal happiness. Satine’s relationship to herself. How she sees herself, her past, her future- what she wants and what drives her.

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EWAN McGREGOR Long Way Up, episode I

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Y'all depression is depressioning