OBITINE EDITS 1/??
“ben,” satine is resting her head on his shoulder, and from his peripheral vision, all he can see is golden hair cascading in soft ringlets. she had been silent for the most part of the standard hour, almost contemplative and now he knows why. “i’m going to call you ben.” obi-wan bites back the startled noise, turning to face her fully when he feels her shift away. “what for? i already have a name, satine.”
“we all need something that belongs to us alone,” she tells him, all sunshine and glimmering eyes and this is the moment obi-wan realises that even summer storms can be deadly. he is trying so hard to be a good jedi and make his master proud, and yet she unravels all that with a tilt of her head, with the smallest of smiles.
but then again, a small voice at the back of his mind whispers, what harm can a name do?