"Life endangers angels like demons attract lust."
A demon he may not be but lust he most definitely attracts, yet he isn't
aware of it. He walks into a room and heads turn, jaws drop and thoughts of
sex and him fill people's minds. He doesn't realise. How can he not
realise? Obviously he cannot be oblivious to the sexuality rampant in the
room, so should I tell him that he is the cause of such? Oh yeah I can just
imagine it: 'Master, I only think it best you should know. I suppose
you've probably felt the carnality present in function rooms when an
official engagement requires our attention. Well, the cause of these
feelings is you.' What would I say then? Would I continue to confess to him
my love? 'People all over the known galaxy, be them humanoid or not, find
you to be the most enticing man they have ever had the pleasure to set eyes
upon? How do I know this?'
No, there is no way I could tell him. He would brush my love for him off as a mere adolescent crush. But this is no crush, this is true love.
My master is the one to whom my heart and soul belong, he completes me. A life without him is a life I dare not even attempt to contemplate; it would be worthless, empty, and unimportant. But I cannot tell him.
My life has revolved around him ever since I can remember, not always in a sexual manner of course, but one way or another Qui-Gon Jinn has been the centre of my life since I was 13 years old. Initially he was a father figure to me, he cared for me, brought me up, tended to me when I was sick, comforted me when I was at wrongs with the world, was there when I needed someone. As time passed, I became aware of sex and of my needs, and of my master as being someone other than my teacher, my father, my hero; the one I looked up to.
I saw him as the man he is and became inextricably drawn to the animal magnetism he radiates with his entire being.
As far am I am concerned, my master is perfect, there is none so fine as he. In my minds eyes I can picture him as clearly as though he were standing I front of me. Every little detail is burned onto the insides of my eyelids; there is no possibility of me ever forgetting this man, no matter what the future may hold.
I see him as the warrior he is; brave, true and strong. The grace and fluidity with which he moves, unusual in so large a man. The way the muscles of his broad shoulders, powerful chest and flat stomach ripple beneath his skin when he moves. The leonine grace of his face, with the most piercing blue eyes I have ever seen; eyes that seem to penetrate to the very soul of my being. I move my gaze down to his lips, lips I can imagine driving me crazy; if I try hard enough I can feel him pleasuring me, moving over my body, kissing, licking, nipping, teasing my sensitised skin with his beard, while his hands... I shake my head to rid the thoughts.
Wrong, shouts the rational section of my brain. He's my Master; surely I should not be desiring him in such a physical manner.
An old saying springs to my mind whenever I think of Qui-Gon; "For The World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky" I do not know about the world being hollow, but without him being there, I am but a shell of myself. However with my Master at my side, I can most definitely touch the sky.
No, there is no way I could tell him. He would brush my love for him off as a mere adolescent crush. But this is no crush, this is true love.
My master is the one to whom my heart and soul belong, he completes me. A life without him is a life I dare not even attempt to contemplate; it would be worthless, empty, and unimportant. But I cannot tell him.
My life has revolved around him ever since I can remember, not always in a sexual manner of course, but one way or another Qui-Gon Jinn has been the centre of my life since I was 13 years old. Initially he was a father figure to me, he cared for me, brought me up, tended to me when I was sick, comforted me when I was at wrongs with the world, was there when I needed someone. As time passed, I became aware of sex and of my needs, and of my master as being someone other than my teacher, my father, my hero; the one I looked up to.
I saw him as the man he is and became inextricably drawn to the animal magnetism he radiates with his entire being.
As far am I am concerned, my master is perfect, there is none so fine as he. In my minds eyes I can picture him as clearly as though he were standing I front of me. Every little detail is burned onto the insides of my eyelids; there is no possibility of me ever forgetting this man, no matter what the future may hold.
I see him as the warrior he is; brave, true and strong. The grace and fluidity with which he moves, unusual in so large a man. The way the muscles of his broad shoulders, powerful chest and flat stomach ripple beneath his skin when he moves. The leonine grace of his face, with the most piercing blue eyes I have ever seen; eyes that seem to penetrate to the very soul of my being. I move my gaze down to his lips, lips I can imagine driving me crazy; if I try hard enough I can feel him pleasuring me, moving over my body, kissing, licking, nipping, teasing my sensitised skin with his beard, while his hands... I shake my head to rid the thoughts.
Wrong, shouts the rational section of my brain. He's my Master; surely I should not be desiring him in such a physical manner.
An old saying springs to my mind whenever I think of Qui-Gon; "For The World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky" I do not know about the world being hollow, but without him being there, I am but a shell of myself. However with my Master at my side, I can most definitely touch the sky.