Stuck, Damian + Kate

Date: 2013-03-20 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

The voice is low but soft, sliding past the tall red flares of pain in his head, soothing them as it goes. It's enough to urge Damain to try opening his eyes, past the blood sealing them shut, but a warm dry hand covers his aching eyelids. "Don't yet," he hears that voice say, and then she's licking the blood from his eyelashes. Of course. They have no water, out here in the Jesart Desert.

His eyelids tear open almost of their own accord, with the haste that got him captured and tortured by Separatist forces in the first place. It's Master Spencer, of course, who is tending to him, and she moves back to regard him with her impassive gaze, crouched easily on her haunches. Damian has never seen any being with the threatening grace that Master Spencer possesses. It is only one of the reasons he works so hard to impress her.

The other reason...remains his own secret, locked into his heart and seared into memory.

There's blood on Master Spencer's lips and Damian shudders. "How long?" he asks, and she doesn't lie to him. "Two weeks since Zhellday."

"I've missed my birthday," Damian blurts and is instantly appalled. What does that matter at this point, here in this tweare skin shelter, with bruises singing pain across his flesh every time he breathes?

Master Spencer smiles, though, the curve of her reddened mouth almost lovely. "So you have, Padawan. But you should know by now that a Jedi is always prepared for the important observances." She reaches inside the intricate bandagework of her clothing, under her Jedi robe, and extracts a carved clip the length of her small finger, handing it to Damian without any other preamble.

He can't sit up yet, but Damian twists himself for more light as he examines the clip, fingers clenching it tightly so they don't shake. His vision is still reddened, blurry, but he doesn't need his vision right now. The memory of this clip against long, sinuous, fragrant dark hair is one he has never lost. Not in all these years.

The clip slips from his fingers, but Master Spencer catches it easily, moving close again to slide the clip securely onto his own tunic. "I am glad," she says, "to have you with me for another year, Damian." Her lip tremors, or perhaps it does not. It doesn't matter. Damian's blood streaks her words with truth, and he will never forget them.

Re: Stuck, Damian + Kate

Date: 2013-03-21 01:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I would never have imagined this, and I love it so! Jedi Master Kate, YES

Re: Stuck, Damian + Kate

Date: 2013-03-21 02:56 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OP of the prompt here. This was great, I could totally see them both as Jedi! Thank you!

Re: Stuck, Damian + Kate

Date: 2013-03-21 08:33 pm (UTC)
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Re: Stuck, Damian + Kate

Date: 2013-03-22 12:34 pm (UTC)
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