✦✧ start. satine kryze. ( @mandoas )
The door clicks shut behind Qui-Gon and suddenly they’re alone. Obi-Wan is immediately confronted by the thought this is the first time they’ve been alone together and his heart quickens at the thought, cheeks blossoming into a faint rosy hue. Qui-Gon would only be away for a few hours: checking in with the Council’s instruction and reporting back that they had made contact with the Duchess. Only a few hours with the most beautiful girl he’d ever met, he could survive that.
Averting his gaze, the young padawan fiddles anxiously with the ends of his cloak’s sleeves. This is ridiculous, the reasonable side of his brain scoffed. You’re a Jedi padawan whose been through much worse than making polite conversation with some Duchess.
❛ If you need me for anything, Your Highness, I am at your service, ❜ it seems the most civil thing to say -- and Kenobi had been trained to act diplomatically civil in all activities. He accompanies the statement with a slight bow, still making sure his embarrassment gaze didn’t land on her. No. He didn’t need to be distracted right now. Not by some Duchess who probably barely knew his name.
He’d do his duty. He’d stand vigilantly, guarding Satine against any harm which may befall her.
