Xanatos

I had sex with Kenobi last night. Not that this is entirely a bad thing - he's a good lay and he's not all weird about it after - but it's downright unusual for me not to gag at the thought, much less actually go through with it.

I've been having very unsettling thoughts lately - like wanting to have sexual relations with Qui-Gon Jinn. And Kenobi. At the same time. I am not sure what has brought this on. I can only assume that returning to the Temple is slowly driving me mad.

However it's a madness with lots of sex, so, I suppose I cannot complain.

For the time being.

I HAVE:

One rock, contained within the soul, spirit, Force-presense, and all other aspects of conciousness, of one Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi.

I WANT:

Qui-Gon Jinn to meet me at high noon for a duel.

There are no sunsets in the galaxy quite like Corouscani ones. Their beauty is comforting in a strange fashion; the brilliant colors created by pollution and not nature. A spectacle within a disaster.

I have come all this way, recovered finally, and Jinn is not here. Vanished into thin air, I suppose. The Jedi Council is not talking - how they discovered I am here, nay alive, is beyond me. I have been very careful, until now.

When I arrived someone had already taken my parking spot. Bastard. And the doorman seemed confused, as well. Something is not right here.