#maybe i could start small with like learning embroidery that could be fun...adding embellishments is like my

[maretriarch]

idk why im so opposed to learning how to sew esp with my interest in fashion and dolls and fashion dolls i think its a combination of i think itll be too hard and also like. I immediately get stressed out thinking about taking measurements and following pattern guides and whatnot. my preferred method of craft is How The Spirit Moves me aka taking little bits from like 9000 tutorials and then fucking up and spending half of the total craft making time backtracking and fixing my own mistakes that couldve been easily avoided w five minutes of prep at the beginning the way God intended

[fallenrepublick]

Ma’am. I just discovered your work on accident and kriff I’m obsessed. If possible could you do something along the lines of Obi Wan being his flirty self in front of maul and making him super jealous? Sorry if that’s a lousy request 😅

Nah, that’s a great request! It turned into... something I wasn’t expecting it to turn into so let me know how you felt about this

Also I had no idea where this could fit in continuity-wise so I just created a situation that doesn’t exist, because I have zero (0) percent creativity

Warnings: None

The town square was particularly beautiful that morning, cobblestone pathways reflecting the sleek light of the noontime sun. With a small amount of time on your hands, you had wanted to while away a few hours by the large fountain that sat right in the middle. Book in hand, you sat yourself right at the edge of the water, periodical droplets poking at you like blunt embroidery needles to make sure you weren’t totally lost in the inky world in front of you. The time spent alone wasn’t to last, though.

An ill-defined silhouette slid over the pages you were open to, causing you to snap out of your trance and tilt your head up to your intruder. Your first thought was that Maul had managed to pull away from the endless piles of work that only seemed to grow bigger as he picked away at it. This was not the case.

Before you was a young man, reddish hair and beard covering angular features. Kenobi. His head was tilted and his arms crossed in front of him as if he were trying to see what it was you were so focused on.

“I haven’t had time to read much lately,” he began, coming to sit down beside you, light creamy robes draping off the stone edge. “It was mostly my master who enjoyed books, though I do appreciate a classic every so often.”

Oh boy.

The good news was, he clearly didn’t know who you were. “Actually, I haven’t been reading much lately either. I’ve been so busy…” You smiled at him, his blunt friendliness feeling nice after a while of being surrounded by less-than-friendly people.

He swung his arm behind him, leaning back onto it, but tilted just enough towards you that you noticed. “What might the book be about?”

“It’s a really old one.” Your voice perked up at his question, choosing to ignore his movement. “Mainly about centuries old wars, before Jedi or Sith or anything like that were really established. I’m sure a lot of it is embellishment, but the concepts are fascinating, and I think the timeline goes up to the Order’s eventual origin on Tython.”

He seemed surprised at your answer, as if he were expecting you to go on some tangent about fairy tales or romantic adventures. All of those things were exciting, no doubt, but it is also beneficial to know one’s history.

“And this is all of your own volition?” he asked, chuckling lightly. “You’re not being forced to study?”

“Trust me, if that were the case, I’d be locked up in my room sulking like a moody teenager.” You both laughed, the light mood brightening nearly everything you said. Though you knew he was technically an enemy, the way he spoke to you was nothing short of kindness, and it was a strange feeling that crept into you as you wondered if he might even be a friend.

Since the day was relatively peaceful, the two of you spent much more time than you had expected sharing stories and laughing at the worst situations you had found yourselves in.

“I told him, ‘Anakin, you must protect the senator with your life,’ and what does he do?”

You nodded sagely. “He gets them both captured.”

“He gets them both captured!” He was gesturing widely, surely letting out years of contained frustration and mild embarrassment. “We could have been eaten!”

“I’m sure that was a very fun conversation with the council,” you added, snickering.

His hand was on your shoulder, wide grin now diminished into a smirk. “It was, but I learned that day that there are many things the Council doesn’t need to know.”

Merely a few metres away, you heard someone clear their throat.

Oh. Nice.

Hesitantly, you turned your head. Maul stood in front of you, hands on his hips and brow furrowed, lips tightly pursed in annoyance.

“It’s been thirty minutes.”

You stood up immediately, smiling nervously, yet trying to make it look like you weren’t guilty. “Maul! Uh, how long have you been standing there?”

“For at least a quarter of it.”

“Hold on,” Obi-Wan said, standing up and filling the space between you and Maul. “You’re,” He pointed at you. “With him?” He pointed at Maul.

Maul rolled his eyes and spun around. “We’re leaving.”

Unsure of what to do, you turned to Kenobi, mumbled a quick “Sorry…” and rushed to catch up with Maul’s quickly diminishing figure.

People passed you by often, and though they paid no mind to you, you were terribly aware of them, keeping your voice low in case you accidentally caught their attention. “I think you think that was something it wasn’t…” you attempted, wishing it came out more eloquently than it did.

“I know exactly what that was,” he said, not bothering to look back down at you.

Taking a moment to think, you asked finally, “You’re not… jealous… are you?”

Hearing that, he pulled you into an empty alley. “Why would I be jealous?” he snapped, spinning around and glaring at you, clearly defensive. “What have I to be jealous of?”

You crossed your arms and leaned forward accusingly. “I know how you get. You always start getting pouty and upset when I talk to anyone who isn’t you.”

“Well, maybe I like being the person you want to talk to and not some Jedi.”

“I do talk to you. Besides, you know where my loyalties lie, right?”

He didn’t answer. His eyes narrowed instead as he stalked closer to you, backing you up against the cold wall of the building. “Perhaps… But I think that you need to be reminded.”