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ROGUE ONE KINK MEME: ROUND ONE
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Re: Baze/Chirrut; arranged marriage
(Anonymous) 2017-01-18 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Baze/Chirrut; arranged marriage
(Anonymous) 2017-01-19 04:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: Baze/Chirrut; arranged marriage (FILL)
(Anonymous) 2017-02-14 05:36 am (UTC)(link)It’s a few days before his thirteenth birthday, and his father calls him into his study. He tries not to shuffle in the uncomfortable wooden chair as his father finishes paperwork. He does allow himself to look around at the stern portraits lining the walls. As the third and youngest son, he was never invited to learn the family business, and so the inside of the study was a rare sight.
“Son.”
Baze straightens up in his chair, eyes locking with his father’s. He noticed the slight disdain that lined his face – as it often did when his father looked at him – and waited. Not that he didn’t know what this was about.
“In a year, you will be of age. I see no reason to delay your marriage to a Guardian initiate.”
It feels strange, to hear those words out loud. Baze had known from a young age that marriage by choice was only an option for the poor that thronged the streets. In families like his, marriage served three ends: power, lineage, and devotion. His oldest brother had been married at 18 for the power and wealth of his bride’s family. The next had been married just last year to a strikingly beautiful woman from a newly-arrived wealthy family, who had ties to the core worlds. As the youngest (and least favored) son, his hand would be offered to one of the Guardians of the Whills as a public symbol of his family’s piety.
He nodded, showing his father that he accepts the decision. Baze learned long ago that fighting against the natural order of things led to nothing but lost energy, and besides, he’d rather be offered to a Guardian than any of the women who haunted the upper-class of NiJedha. At least the Guardians had a devotion to a cause that didn’t revolve around money.
His father dismisses him with the assurance that the Temple had already sent him eligible initiates, and that he was to be married the day of his 14th birthday. He has no doubts that his mother will sign off on whatever choice his father makes, and goes to bed calculating the days until he is both free and bound.
_
The next year passes in a hurry of preparation as Baze finishes his studies. His father has picked the proper candidate for him, and everything is scheduled. All Baze has to do is appear to be wedded.
On that day, in the early morning, Baze is fitted into his clothing while his younger sister watches. Linn has always been his favorite – they shared their ideals, their rooms, their ears.
“Please don’t be upset,” he almost pleaded with her. She was the only one who knew of his plan to join as a Guardian initiate after his marriage. He felt bad about leaving her alone with no one but their parents, but she was only a year younger and would be swiftly married as well.
She wiped the corner of her eye, but smiled. “Maybe I’ll get to be married to a Guardian too.”
“That would be nice. We’d be free at the temple.”
The conversation is stopped by his mother opening the door and ushering them both out. He takes his place at the front of the crowd, kneeling on the cushion. He fidgets with his intricate outfit, eyeing the dark red swirls that run through the pattern of his vest. The ceremony is overseen by an older guardian, who proceeds to take the crowd through history of the Whills and the power of the Force. Baze tries to surreptitiously move his legs so they don’t fall asleep. Finally, the guardian moves to the proceedings, extolling his family for their piety and devotion to a timeless tradition.
He almost misses the man calling the initiate forward to the altar. It would be bad form for Baze to turn his head, so he waits until the young guardian kneels facing him, sky blue robes giving way to a youthful face. Their eyes meet, but they cannot say anything. The boy’s eyes are nearly as blue as his robes. Baze wonders, and figures he will find out.
Baze isn’t surprised his father chose to marry him to a boy – the purpose of their marriage would be complete as soon as the ceremony was, and it was uncommon for these sorts of marriages to have children. Perhaps it was to save himself from any potentially troubling grandchildren.
The guardian asks them to link hands. They do, while still watching each other. Baze takes in everything he can, and wonders if the boy across from him is curious too. Or if he will want nothing to do with him. The temple is smart, and wouldn’t offer any of their most promising initiates to the altar. He wonders if the boy is ashamed to be here.
They are sworn to each other for this life, bound together like the force binds all living things.
Chirrut – that is the boy’s name, out of the guardian’s mouth - is sworn to him. Baze accepts. They rise, and Chirrut walks to swear himself to Baze’s parents. Baze waits, focusing on stopping himself from fidgeting.
The final act of the ceremony is the exchange. From the folds of his robes, Chirrut produces a small kyber crystal and offers it to Baze. He, in turn, offers prayer beads of silver.
_
His father is displeased, to say the least, but he cannot prevent his adult son from being devout without losing face in the eyes of the other families. He leaves two nights after the wedding, bag over his shoulder, and treks across Jedha to the religious quarter of the city. The temple sits high above all else, practically slicing the sky in half. He walks up the steps, like a pilgrim come to receive blessings, and sits marveling at the carvings of the rounded ceiling until an older monk interrupts his thoughts.
“You have a purpose all about you, little brother.”
Baze straightens himself, and looks the monk in the eye. “My name is Baze Malbus, given to Chirrut Imwe, and I’ve come to receive the teachings of the Whills.”
If the guardian noticed his family name, he did not comment on it. Instead, he almost seemed amused. “The temple is open to all like yourself who are willing. I will lead you to the elders and they will decide on your training.” He shook his head, almost to himself. “I do feel a bit a sympathy, being bonded to Chirrut. But perhaps you will be the influence he needs.” With that, he leads Baze down the halls.
_
Baze is exhausted by the time a young initiate leads him to his quarters. Hours of being questioned and tested had granted him the ability to become an initiate, and Baze figured he’d better rest before the actual training started.
His room, however, was already occupied. A boy in dark robes – Chirrut, he realized – was meditating facing the window of the small living space. As soon as he’d closed the door, however, Chirrut leapt to his feet, getting uncomfortably close to his face.
“Hello,” he offered, taking a step back.
“Hello, Baze.” Chirrut was all smiles, his young body buzzing with an endless supply of energy. “You know, I never imagined you would join as an initiate. Well, the force did show me the possibility, but I was foolish and ignored it. But now I know better. All the other married guardians hardly see their spouse, but I’ve gotten lucky, I can see that you have the face of a friend – even though my vision isn’t the best these days, and –“
“Chirrut.” Baze’s mind was a mental fog, and he didn’t have the willpower to cut through Chirrut’s chatter. “I’m sorry, but I’m tired.”
“Oh, yes, the initiation ceremony, that must’ve been draining, it seems like so long ago to me, but –“
Baze grunts as he sets his bag down. He tries not to be self-conscious as he strips to his pants, and almost groans when he sees that there’s only a single bed in the room.
Baze wakes up in the middle of the night, full of an ache he can’t quite place. He feels uncomfortable, with only a few inches between him and a stranger. His husband. He misses his sister, and his mother. At least at home, he knew the routine, knew what he could and could not do. Here, it was an unfamiliar mess, but he was expected to shoulder it like the man he was. He hated feeling so small, when he was of age and had the most freedom he’d ever enjoyed in his life. He should be enjoying this.
He almost jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder.
“You can’t sleep either.”
Chirrut rolls towards him until they are face to face on the pillows. Moonlight filters through the window, casting deep shadows. “When I first came here, I was scared. My parents were gone, and now I had to make a new life for myself within these walls.” His face, barely visible in the dim light, softens. “It’s ok to be afraid.”
Baze didn’t respond, and they lay there, softly breathing, until they both drifted off into sleep.
OP
(Anonymous) 2017-03-02 02:22 am (UTC)(link)Baze takes in everything he can, and wonders if the boy across from him is curious too. Or if he will want nothing to do with him. The temple is smart, and wouldn’t offer any of their most promising initiates to the altar. He wonders if the boy is ashamed to be here.
This is lovely -- of course the most promising initiates wouldn't be offered for marriage, and Baze's cautious curiosity is perfectly in character
Baze having to stop himself from fidgeting during the wedding ceremony is wonderful -- of course he's bored, he's 14
“I do feel a bit a sympathy, being bonded to Chirrut. But perhaps you will be the influence he needs.”
GOD that's so perfect, i laughed alone in my bedroom at that. It says scores about what type of Guardian Initiate Chirrut is, too!
And Baze and Chirrut sleeping next to each other -- or failing to sleep next to each other at first -- is just so perfect and tentative and cautiously yearning -- Chirrut's glib comments about getting to see his spouse, Baze's internal conflict at how anxiety-inducing his new freedom is.
This is absolutely gorgeous and everything I could have hoped for from this prompt, thank you thank you thank you <3