imagine obi wan and satine in space ikea...
You know.....I was afraid of this happening when I dumbly posted those prompts. But, shockingly, I made it work. It didn't turn out the way I expected, but what do you want from me!??!
Set in the "She Said the Word" AU, between the first story and the sequel.
Accent Pieces
“Why are we here again?”
“Because our children wanted our input.”
“My input was to call a designer.”
Obi-Wan chuckled as he inspected a bin overflowing with colorful throw pillows. “It’s their first place, darling. Let them have their fun.”
Satine didn’t like feeling elitist. But, considering the first place she lived as an adult, once she was done running for her life and rallying clans to her cause, was the palace in Sundari, she realized she may struggle with that feeling as they followed behind Korkie and Ahsoka through the maze of aisles in the warehouse like furniture superstore.
Satine gently fingered a blanket draped artistically over the arm of a sofa in one of the many displays meant to mimic some form of hip, young, urban living. It was soft, she had to admit. “I just don’t see the need to shop like this, Ben. I could have given them the name of a number of designers, as could Padme, and their little place could have been set up exactly how they liked, without spending hours lost in this….zoo.” She whispered the last bit as a couple of oddly furry, unusual beings brushed past her. She had never seen anyone like them, and she prayed she hadn’t offended them with her poor choice of words.
Up ahead, Korkie and Ahsoka had stopped to try out a number of sofas. Satine had to admit that the style this store seemed to feature was very similar to her own particular tastes- streamline and minimalist- even if it was inexpensive and arrived unassembled.
“What do you think of this one, Mum?” Korkie called from where he sprawled on a bright purple sofa that made Satine’s eyes burn.
“Well, it certainly is...purple.”
Ahsoka snorted. “It does come in other colors.”
Satine let out a sigh. “Oh thank the stars.” She considered it more closely, paying attention to the lines and the shape, picturing it in the sun filled room of the children’s small apartment they’d be sharing, now that they were officially settling in Coruscant. “I think it could be a lovely focal point for a room, Korkie. Just...just not in that shade of purple.”
The boy- well, man. Satine had to remind herself he was an actual adult now- studied the color. “You really don’t like the purple?”
Satine chewed on her lip, looking around the displays nearby. “Well, darling, if you’re insistent on that color, I would suggest some pieces in more understated tones, like those grey chairs over there. Same with your accents.” She walked over to the blanket she had inspected a few moments earlier, white and grey but shot through with a lovely shade of green, and laid it against a sofa cushion. “Something like this would look lovely against that vibrant hue.”
Korkie ran his hand over the blanket, appreciating the softness, and considered his mother’s advice. “Hmm...yes, I can see that.” He looked up at Ahoska. Some unspoken exchange passed between them. “But maybe not the purple.”
“Oh thank the stars,” Ahoska breathed, slouching back onto the sofa she had been admiring. “Grey. I still say we go with grey.”
Korkie got up and moved to her sofa, sprawling against her, just how Satine imagined they would spend most of their evenings. Exactly how they spent most of their evenings in the family lounge at home. It made her heart clench a bit, thinking of these two officially off on their own. “I know you say that, but grey is so boring,” Korkie said.
“Well, then you accent with color, darling,” Satine explained, before reaching for a pair of bright red throw pillows.
Hours, perhaps days, later, it seemed to Satine, they sat around a table together, surrounded by shopping bags full of pillows and blankets and an odd assortment of kitchen gadgets, eating strangely delicious cafe food, served up to them as they walked along a queue to make their selections. Protectors lurked near doors and along the perimeter of the bustling cafe. Satine was still baffled by the concept of a cafe in this great hulking labyrinth of a store, but after their marathon shopping experience, she was grateful for the rest and the sustenance.
Korkie and Ahsoka spoke in animated tones, going over their ideas for their apartment with one another, before their conversation melted into a new one about their plans for that evening, and for the next week. Both were wildly over excited to settle into an adult life on Coruscant, finally free of the burdens and stressors of war, looking forward to bright futures full of possibilities. It warmed Satine to her core as she watched them, sipping on her overly sweet fruity fizzpop.
Obi-Wan leaned close to her ear, his warm breath tickling the fine hairs along her neck. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
She smiled coyly. “It was an experience.”
“But you enjoyed yourself.”
“I enjoyed spending time with you and the children.”
“But this place isn’t all that bad. You like all the things they picked out.”
She rolled her eyes. “Korkie has my eye for lines and Ahsoka knows nothing but simple and useful. They did well. But if I never see a piece of mass produced furniture again, it will be too soon.”
He laughed, and pulled a bag up from beside him. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t mind the textiles too much, as I bought you that blanket.”
She looked in the bag, and there sat the blanket of white and grey and streaks of brilliant green, soft and plush and begging to be wrapped around her shoulders. She laughed in delight.
“It’s perfect, Ben. Thank you.” She kissed his lips, free as they were to behave as somewhat normal Coruscanti shoppers, away from the prying eyes of Sundari. “This day has been perfect.”
“I’m glad you think that, Mum,” Korkie said from across the table. “Because we’re going back to assemble furniture for the evening!”
Satine groaned.