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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 10~
There are so many thoughts in his head that the dragonfish sith feels like he is drowning in them as he swims out of the tunnels. It was impossible for him to literally drown, but he was...
Maul had not spoken to another sentient at length since that final conversation with his master on Coruscant, all those years ago. Now, only in these strange circumstances, he is realizing that his nemesis is a better conversationalist than Sidious. He was interesting and he… he asked questions. He listened when Maul spoke…
It was.
It felt…
Kenobi had talked for hours with him, of stewjoni and zabrak, of favorite foods and weather patterns, about all variety of things lost to him from the world above. Words and ideas refreshed themselves as conversation flowed, and Maul felt… he felt… like he was being restored in some subtle, expansive way.
They did not speak of sith and jedi things, but, perhaps another time. Oh yes, they had so much time, now. They had forever.
He was pleased with himself for keeping the jedi, for belaying final vengeance. Kenobi had taken Maul's destiny away. Was it not poetic that he was now owner of the other man's?
Yes, yes it was.
Smiling with his many excellent teeth, the dragonfish sith finds his way out from the caves and out into open water. From there, he swims further from the coast, away from fruit trees and civilization, and into the craigs of a grand trench.
Deep in the winding rocks, was the source of the glowing moss he had collected and replanted to create the dim but functional lighting of his home. Harvesting more was dull, repetitive work. Perfect for keeping his hands busy so his mind could think.
And oh, he has so very many thoughts. So many ideas.
Maul loses hours stewing in his own head, hunting down and bundling up square after square of bioluminescent mossy sod for transplant.
The sith's preoccupation is, without a doubt, why his hand closes around a pufferfish to get it out of the way of where he's working.
It panics and balloons outward, spikes pricking his skin. Then the stupid thing bites him.
He snarls, backhanding the aggravating thing away so hard it disappears into the gloom.
Maul shakes his hand out, annoyed by the stinging, and returns to gathering. The moss grows in disparate small clumps. He swims from one to the next, hunting them by the light they produce. Some are easily uprooted, others are entrenched and not worth the effort.
The dragonfish sith sees another such batch of radiance off through the craigs, and heads for it, his previous findings tucked under one arm.
He runs into a wall.
“Mmngg?” Maul grunts, recoiling from the surprise. Bubbles escape his mouth at the vocalization.
They're so… pretty.
The silvery orbs wibble and wobble, shimmering as they rise upward.
Why are they leaving?
…he did not give them permission to leave!
Maul swims upward, trying to catch the bubbles. His snatching grab only breaks them up into smaller bubbles, like fizz. The world narrows down to him, his hand, and the disobedient silver balls.
What follows is a slippery, slidey, unfocused stretch of time where Maul rediscovers bubble physics anew. At length. Gleefully. He notices, somewhere in there, that his lips and fingers tingle. His throat feels warm. Then, he realizes his moss is missing.
The dragonfish sith swims in a circle, spiraling until he spots a lumpy glow down below. He had dropped them! Maul swims that way like a drunk whale, getting closer, and closer, and the glow is getting so big, and closer, and-
He mashes his face into the plush mound of light. Who knew light was so fluffy? Slick and floof and good.
Yes, moss is very very good. So Good.
It glows!
Maul gathers up all of his new favorite thing into a ball, and holds it to his chest as he turns for home. At some point he loses track of where he is or where he's going, then finds it, then loses it again. He ends up back at the warren of his caves, enters, and then gets lost in them too.
An indeterminate amount of time later, the dragonfish sith finds a Kenobi.
KenobiKenobiKenobiKenobi.
Swimming is very hard, but land-swimming is even harder. He persists, because he must show the Kenobi his MOSS.
The jedi looks up at him, waking from a doze beside the magma ball. Maul gurgles gleefully, and dumps the pile of luminous fuzz on him.
“Moss!” he declares, then also drops himself on the pile as well.
“What in th- oof! Ff, Mhh-” the jedi flails underneath it all, “Maul!”
It takes him a minute to remember how his mouth works. He forgets for a moment there, but that is understandable. He has forgotten many things.
“Mmmmmmossss!” Maul howls when he figures it out, then rubs his face on the slick fluff.
“Have you lost your mind?” Kenobi accuses, unburying himself and getting some distance.
The jedi does not understand, and that is terrible. He must understand! Who else will understand? No one!
Maul picks up a very nice hunk of moss, and puts it on Kenobi’s head. “This is the best thing,” he tells the man firmly, “It is good.”
The jedi’s brows furrow, his arms crossing. “The… moss?”
“Yessss,” Maul hisses, picking up another chunk to stack on his own head. It catches on his horns, and trails over his ear fins. Now he glows too!
“... are you…” Kenobi starts, then stops, squinting at him.
Maul falls over into the remaining pile of aquatic fluff, arm spread wide, and rolls in it.
“... are you high?” the jedi asks incredulously.
Maul thinks about this very seriously, before replying. “We are below sea level, so no.”
The other man takes the moss off his head with a grimace, drops it into the pile, and crosses his arms. “You know that's not what I meant. Have you taken something… recreational?”
He doesn't know that word. “Reee, reeecreee, reehhhkrre…” Maul gathers up a ball of moss, and throws it in the air. It smacks wetly into the ceiling before falling back down. He giggles.
“Force. You did.”
“No you did!” Maul replies, not sure what they are talking about, but happy to be talking. He also just liked being right.
Kenobi kneels down to his level, and sets hands on either shoulder. “I won't ask how you got it, but… what did you even take?”
The dragonfish sith leans in, grinning, tail curling around the jedi's knees. Then he whisper-shouts, “I took a Kenobi!” and snatches the man up.
His jedi sputters, flailing, yelling his name and trying to escape, but oh no, nooooo. There shall be no escape for the Kenobi.
Maul pins him on the carpet of luminous mass. “Hnnnnn~ I am keeping you. You are clever and interesting and good. You are good and moss is good and this is perfect. You talk! Yessss. You are so good.”
Kenobi's eyes widen, his face changing colors again, from cream to splotchy red. Maul runs his claws over the swathe of it, fascinated. As he does, the crimson strain spreads.
"It changes..." he gushes.
With a groan the jedi eventually gives up struggling, his bipedal frame no match for the strength that Maul had stolen from the tides.
“Ye gods,” Kenobi says to the ceiling, limp in his coils.
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The New S2 Poster Details
Terry's hat and scarf ❤ With an ook pin! ❤
Crowley's old glasses on the statue. The statue itself is the Marly Horses by Guillaume Coustou the Elder.
Aziraphale's bow tie on the floor 👀
The cardboard box - long ago Neil shared on his instagram: Game on! There are mysteries, histories, secrets revealed and Something Too Terrible To Be Revealed on the way. Also a cardboard box.
Three feathers. One white, one blac and one white with a bluish/grey tinge (if it's not a shaddow)?
The angel mug is back 🥰
'The Resurrectionist' matches with skull and crossbones. In the previous poster there was a The Resurrectionist leaflet.
Again the Eccles cakes (already were in the previous poster)
Feather duster with dark gray/black feathers
On this shelf there books also in the previous poster, but at different place 🤔: The Crow Road, Catch-22.
And: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon, from wikj: mystery novel by nritish writer Mark Haddon. Its title refers to an observation by the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes in the 1892 short story The Adventure of Silver Blaze
And: No Woman No Cry: My Life with Bob Marley by Rita Marley a memoir of Bob Marley by wife, Rita.
Also heard the people say that the right one of the Catch-22 they see Gabriel García Márquez on the spine (I can't read it :)).
Lord Jim and Treasure Island have also been identified in the previous poster but now are in a different place 🤔👀.
Three books by Jane Austen: Persuasion, Pride and Prejudice and Emma. We have already seen Pride and Prejudice in the previous poster but it was a different edition so Aziraphale has more than one :).
Candy?
Again geckos! :) 🦎 (there were three in the previous poster)
The Buddy Holly Everyday was also in a different place in the previous poster. And there is a note on it
The Ressurectionist, 66. Goat Gate, Edinburgh 👀.
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