wip wednesday
27 May 2020 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wrennettetrying to get ahead of quiobi omegaverse week, but of course they're not cooperating. crossposted wip under the cut.
The door opened, revealing the most gossiped about privilege of sitting on the Council. The room wasn't large, but it was comfortably furnished - nearly decadent by Jedi standards. A plush carpet padded the floor, and gleaming wooden tables and shelves displayed delicate ceramics and curios from far flung worlds. The walls were decorated with scrolls of artwork and calligraphy, and broad transparisteel windows opened onto a private garden. A corner was screened off with an intricate wooden partition, panels painted with golden birds.
At the center of the room, on a low, velvet upholstered divan, was displayed the most precious of the apartment's contents: a male omega, his long limbs wrapped in a silken robe of deep blue that brought out the colour of his deep set eyes. Long hair, dark brown just beginning to grey, fell past broad shoulders.
"Hello," the omega greeted, his voice soft and deep. "You'll be the new alpha on the Council?"
"Yes, I'm Obi-Wan," he said, stepping forward and bowing respectfully, letting the door close behind him. "Mace said you'd be expecting me."
"Yes, he was by earlier," the omega said, "would you like some tea? Or straight to business?"
The door opened, revealing the most gossiped about privilege of sitting on the Council. The room wasn't large, but it was comfortably furnished - nearly decadent by Jedi standards. A plush carpet padded the floor, and gleaming wooden tables and shelves displayed delicate ceramics and curios from far flung worlds. The walls were decorated with scrolls of artwork and calligraphy, and broad transparisteel windows opened onto a private garden. A corner was screened off with an intricate wooden partition, panels painted with golden birds.
At the center of the room, on a low, velvet upholstered divan, was displayed the most precious of the apartment's contents: a male omega, his long limbs wrapped in a silken robe of deep blue that brought out the colour of his deep set eyes. Long hair, dark brown just beginning to grey, fell past broad shoulders.
"Hello," the omega greeted, his voice soft and deep. "You'll be the new alpha on the Council?"
"Yes, I'm Obi-Wan," he said, stepping forward and bowing respectfully, letting the door close behind him. "Mace said you'd be expecting me."
"Yes, he was by earlier," the omega said, "would you like some tea? Or straight to business?"
