But Still the Days Seem the Same [CLOSED]

[spiritwalks]

Who: Obi-Wan jedies and Vyng spiritwalks
What: A chill evening in an empty, abandoned bar
When: Very beginning of July
Where: Colonel Dan's in Red Cellar

Content Warnings: Listed in subject lines when applicable


((From here))

When they step inside, they're met by darkness pierced only by slivers of lamplight from the alley. Silence — rare in the entertainment district — blankets the place like dusty tarps draped over old furniture.

Vyng flips the switch. A warm glow spills onto a mahogany bar top, an empty stage, and the vacant booths lining the far wall. Nobody is here.

"Welcome to..." Laughter quietly colors Vyng's words. "This. Place."

(He forgot the name.)

Comments

[spiritwalks]

I gave up my name. I gave up my shapeshifting. But the things she taught...are part of who I am.

[jedies]

Precisely. I am very different from Qui-Gon Jinn but what he passed on lives on in me.

Which is more than a name and my powers.

[spiritwalks]

I guess...I never felt like I had to hold onto anything. Those lessons were always there with me, wherever I went. All I needed to do was reach for them, you know?

[jedies]

It may not feel that way because it is intrinsic, but it is held all the same. Simply because it may feel like air does not mean you are not holding it.

[spiritwalks]

That it's as intrinsic as air is a testament to how well she taught me — and he, you.

[jedies]

Yes. Because we're all filled with light.

[spiritwalks]

The fire ants helped.

[jedies]

[ obi-wan huffs. ]

Perhaps.

[spiritwalks]

[With a quiet smile, he lightly clinks his glass against Obi-Wan's.]

To uphill climbs — and the hard knocks our teachers lovingly imparted to us.

[jedies]

[ cheers. obi-wan takes a languid sip. ]

To teachers who are still with us.

[spiritwalks]

[He softly hums in agreement and takes a sip of his own drink. Sometimes, if he listens, he still hears his mother's song. Especially in quiet, reflective moments like these.]

[jedies]

[ it is the quiet moments that truly linger in the heart. ]

[spiritwalks]

[Vyng comfortably nurses his drink in silence. After some time, half-melted ice clinks together as he sets his empty glass down.]

Can I interest you in another?

[jedies]

Why not?

[spiritwalks]

[Vyng reaches for another glass, blows the dust out...and then—]

HAA-CHOO!

[jedies]

[ obi-wan shakes his head. ]

Really?

[spiritwalks]

Sorry. Sorry. . .

[Just. Gonna put that glass away and grab another one. He'll even properly wash it this time.]

[jedies]

Thank you.

[spiritwalks]

[He busies himself with concocting another cocktail — flipping bottles onto the bar top, and even cracking one open with his own forearm.]

This can't be the filthiest place you've been.

[jedies]

[ obi-wan shakes his head. ]

Not in the least, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it.

[spiritwalks]

No? You're not enjoying yourself right now?

[jedies]

I'll give you a verdict by the end of it.

[spiritwalks]

. . . You know these drinks were free, right?

[jedies]

And I'm honoured by your generousity.

[spiritwalks]

You can thank Geraldine with a kiss on your way out.