Themed Drabbles Set 11

Dawn

He stares out to the east, towards a brightening diffused by the clouds. He grimaces slightly, as he looks back into the darkness of his room. The smell of water on the wind causes his grimace to deepen into a frown.

Of course it would rain today.

He sighs; pulling his robes tighter around his body, and slips back into the quarters. He stops for a second at the bed which he never managed to get into last night, and shakes his head.

He glances once more towards the east, noting the first streams of light breaking through the clouds.

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Morning

His name is Ben Skywalker, and today is supposed to be the happiest day of his life. Yet for some reason he just feels trod upon. Maybe it was the clouds on the horizon during the dawn. Maybe it was the lack of sleep the night before.

Whatever the reason, as he slowly stirs the bowl of warmed cereal in front of him, he cannot help but feel the weight of the galaxy falling on his shoulders.

He looks around the small room where he always takes his meals, and wonders how it will feel with someone else in here.

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Noon

Ben had head that Tattooine tradition dictated that a bridegroom eat the noon meal with his family on his wedding day. He glances up at the sun directly overhead, and spreads out the blanket on the green grass, quickly setting out the plates and glasses.

Sitting down, he fills his, and then looks at the two empty place settings opposite him. His eyes are inevitably drawn to the two black marble plinths which represent his parents. He screws a fist against his eyes, pushing away the unshed tears.

“I miss you mom and dad. I hope you’re proud of me.”

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Dusk

He looks at his reflection in the mirror. The dress uniform of the Galactic Alliance Guard. Black coat with red piping and a navy tunic. All without rank insignia. He pulls against the bottom edge of the coat more comfortable in this uniform than his Jedi robes. He leaves the room, and climbs the stage, finally he turns and sees.

Noelani.

She is dressed in a Jari’kyn outfit, white, flowing with a long train. The symbols of a Coruscanti bride. Her eyes catches his through the veil and he can’t help but smile, feeling the weight lifting off his shoulders.

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Evening

He can hear the revelers inside the room, but he continues to stand on the balcony watching the endless stream of traffic. An arm wraps around his, and he can feel her lay her head against his shoulder. The scent of her shampoo fills his nose.

“Ben?”

“I’m just remembering. I miss them.”

“I know, but please come dance with me again?”

He looks down at her, and finds her peering up at him, eyes which he always gets lost in.

He smiles. “Of course.”

Turning, he glances behind him and sees two faint, blue outlines wrapped in an embrace.