Round and Round.
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quigonejinnSomehow, it seems so utterly like Sim!Qui-Gon to fixate on making little lawn gnome after worthless little lawn gnome and leave them lying around the house and, you know. Possibly also name them Anakin.
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stella_belli: Obi-Wan: *sneaks in in the middle of the night and burns the Anakin gnomes*
stella_belli: Obi-Wan: *wakes up Qui-Gon by screaming "YOU WERE MY BROTHER" at them*
PS: OBI-WAN YOU HO
...
Obi-Wan found the oddest things attractive about his Master.
In another lifetime, he might have recognized it immediately as love, but as it was, with the training that he had, Obi-Wan had to try and puzzle it out from the way he fixated on the smallest, stupidest details. The way he got a little dizzy when when Qui-Gon pushed his sleeves back and Obi-Wan saw a bit of bare forearm. The shadow where Qui-Gon's jaw met his neck and where the beard didn't quite cover. The skin above the top of the tunic. The nose. The funny third finger with the bump in the middle because Qui-Gon had once broken his finger during a mission and forgot to get it set until it was too late.
Qui-Gon had to shift his lightsaber grip a bit because of that. It threw the balance off enough so that they had to spend an intense, furiously busy afternoon retooling it in the sparring galleries on the Temple.
Qui-Gon looked down at his hand, then looked at Obi-Wan, who was slumped against a wall and dreaming of nothing as a hot shower and a very long nap. He'd been sweating so hard that his Padawan braid stuck to the side of his neck, and he was fairly sure that he was close to dehydration.
"I suppose this will teach me to break my fingers," Qui-Gon said, sighed, and looked down at his hand again.
Obi-Wan thought about jumping up and hitting Master with his unlit lightsaber, but decided that he was entirely too tired.
...
Once, when Obi-Wan was twenty one, Qui-Gon had to cut his hair for some reason. It was an unforgiveable faux pas in the region they were passing through. Space pirates were on the lookout for a long-haired man and his young friend. There would be flamethrowers coming up, and Qui-Gon didn't want his hair to catch fire.
Any one of a number of things, really, Obi-Wan doesn't really remember the whys of it, but he does remember that they'd been traveling with some kind of caravan, and at the afternoon meal rest, after the food, one of the jahhrl drivers did the honors of trimming Qui-Gon's hair with a knife.
Obi-Wan stood to the side, arms crossed over his chest, and watched the hair come off. Qui-Gon tried to stand up as soon as he felt the large part of it come off, but the jahhrl driver put a hand on Qui-Gon's shoulder and kept him there until she'd trimmed the sides and top and a little bit on the neck. To make it even, she said, and what she really ended up doing was showing how thin and silver Qui-Gon's hair had gotten at the temples.
Afterwards, Qui-Gon sat on the stump and ruefully rubbed the back of his neck. The woman was washing her hands in a nearby stream, and Qui-Gon turned around and looked at Obi-Wan and said, with this odd, almost mournful expression. "It's going to take years for that to grow that back."
Qui-Gon's hair was on the ground all around him.
Smell of cedars. That look on Qui-Gon's face. The sound of the woman muttering to the local spirits of the stream, thanking them for letting her wash her knife and hands off in their river. The way that Obi-Wan had shivered when he saw the back of his master's neck appear out from underneath all that hair, the way he bit his lip each time on that entire trip whenever he saw Qui-Gon reach back and touch the short hair there.
The hair did grow back. It was almost entirely back by Naboo.
...
It was surprising, too, that the most sexually charged moments weren't the ones that Obi-Wan might, as a twenty year old young man, have thought that they were. They slept in the same bed together, sometimes. He knew where every scar on Qui-Gon's body was, partially from undressing next to him for a dozen years, partially because they had discussed it in case either of them would ever have to identify the other's body on a planet where genetic mapping was unavailable.
A long, knifelike scar on Qui-Gon's shoulderblade where an Hkall assassin had tried to stab him with a vibroblade when he was young. Qui-Gon had been wearing body armor, but it hadn't been quite thick enough across the shoulderblades.
A burn mark on the underneath Qui-Gon's left elbow from a bit of cinder when he had the racer underneath blown out from underneath him on Malastare. Various small burns and discoloartions on his hands. A tattoo under one knee because Qui-Gon's origin planet tattooed children at birth to identify them in case of kidnapping. The richer families implanted a locating chip in their children; Qui-Gon's family hadn't been able to afford that.
The top of both knees were striped with surgical scars from when the medical droids had replaced parts of Qui-Gon's knees for his forty-eighth birthday. The scars were light because they had been healed with bacta, but Qui-Gon had been in a hurry to get back into work for a developing situation of Kelga
He hadn't spent as long healing as they wanted, and Obi-Wan had even washed Qui-Gon while the man was standing there stark naked in the 'fresher shower booth -- it had been the year before Naboo, and Qui-Gon had gotten some shrapnel in the lower back during a trip to a particularly primitive planet that still used projectile weapons. There had been internal organ damage, hemorrhaging, so after a few days in the bacta tank, the medic droids put him to bed for a week. He was not to so much as leave the bed, but on the third day, Obi-Wan came in with lunch on a tray for both of them, and he found that Qui-Gon had struggled onto his feet and somehow staggered to the 'fresher.
The water was on. Qui-Gon couldn't lean back against the walls of the 'fresher because there were sutures running up and down the length of his back like seams on clothing; he had little strength left in his legs, and he was staying upright in the stall through a combination of sheer willpower and the Force and his fingers hooked over the top of the stall.
"Master?" Obi-Wan said it quietly, tentatively, and it was a while before Qui-Gon managed to respond.
A grunt, then a pause while Qui-Gon struggled to get enough strength to say actual words. "I haven't been clean in weeks, Obi-Wan."
"You shouldn't be -- "
"No."
The place was filled with steam; it was boiling out into the bedroom, and what Qui-Gon must have done was tell the household systems to activate the hot water shower system while he was still in bed. In the time it had taken him to cross the room and get into the bathroom, it must have been long enough to fill half of suite with steam so thick that it looked like smoke.
Qui-Gon was naked, slick with water, an arm's reach away and stretched out, and it was absolutely terrifying. It was all Obi-Wan could do to make himself stay in the fresher and make sure his Master didn't reopen the sutures or slip. To hand him a towel afterwards. To turn his head away so that he wouldn't have to see Qui-Gon, desperately out of breath and pale from pain, try to muster the strength to stand up straight.
In the end, Obi-Wan had to help him to bed. Qui-Gon hadn't even gotten that clean.
...
What was erotic: they were sitting in a bar together, waiting for an informant to come through the door. It was a relatively nice bar, on Corsucant, so relatively safe, and close enough to the sort of place where Obi-Wan usually went to pick people up that there was a little bit of a hum, a prickle on his skin.
Obi-Wan came in first. Sat down in a corner booth where he could see the door, then watched Qui-Gon come in and cross the room over to him. The waitress droid came a few minutes later, looked at the two of them in civilian clothes, eyed the two of them and how Qui-Gon had folded his hands and seemed to be staring off into space, completely unconcerned. He was checking the Force, keeping tabs on the others lurking in the shadows, but the droid waitress didn't know that.
"What'll you and your man have?"
Obi-Wan was pretty sure that he got a stupid smile on his face.
He ordered for both of them -- Sahrian blue for him, a clean-tasting Micran Concentrate for Qui-Gon. It was warm in the bar, climate controlled for each booth, but Obi-Wan was still shivering an hour later when they were back on the street because, after their drinks came, Qui-Gon had reached over and casually wiped off a bit of ale from Obi-Wan's mouth with a bit of his napkin.
The touch of Qui-Gon's thumb against his cheek. The texture of the napkin, damp where Qui-Gon had touched it to his own mouth. It was like being kissed, but Qui-Gon kept his eyes open, looked at him while he did it.
...
Obi-Wan was very careful not to think of Qui-Gon when he was with other people, and he was very careful, too, not to think of Qui-Gon when he masturbated. He didn't do either of those things -- the other people and the masturbating -- all that much. There wasn't that much time in his life; he was always occupied of other things; he was always busy; he was always going somewhere or leaving somewhere.
He made it a scrupulous practice while Qui-Gon was alive. After Qui-Gon was dead, after Naboo, the thought never even cross his mind.
...
The closest that Obi-Wan ever came to actually trying something did come in the bathroom, though. Not the bathroom where Qui-Gon had that convalesence, but another one, on Corsucant. They had no assigned quarters, but the layout of the temporary Jedi housing was close enough so that it was essentially the same, and most of the time, again, they were too busy or occupied for them to think about this, but Qui-Gon had gotten the best -- he felt -- of the Council in a debriefing earlier in the day.
He was in an astoundingly good mood, and he'd smiled at Obi-Wan when Obi-Wan came out of the 'fresher. "You still have some shampoo in your hair."
Qui-Gon tapped the back of his own neck, and when Obi-Wan felt behind his Padawan's braid, he did indeed feel foam there. A great deal of it. Had he completely forgotten to wash the back of his neck?
He had been in a hurry for some reason, he remembered. He had wanted to catch Qui-Gon before he went to bed for some reason, and the look on his face must have been particularly distressed because Qui-Gon laughed at him. "It's all over the back of your head. Come on," he said, and they went back into the 'fresher together.
Obi-Wan was dressed for bed. Long pants, shirt, but they went to the glassed-in shower stall. They kept both the bathroom door and the shower stall door open. Obi-Wan leaned his shoulder against the glass, stuck his head in while Qui-Gon stuck in the teethcleaner in his mouth -- he'd been brushing his teeth at the kitchen sink before -- and turned the water on.
He bent Obi-Wan's head down under the spray, and Obi-Wan could feel those fingers scrubbing the back of his neck. Could see the edge of Qui-Gon's bare knees with their scars since he was in nothing but his undershorts and a loose white sleeping shirts. The edge of the undershorts were getting a little damp from the spray from the shower, and again, Obi-Wan could see the scars. The bare feet on the tile of the 'fresher.
"Stop trying to turn your head, Padawan. I can't wash the back of your neck if you're trying to look at me, and it really is all over the place."
And those fingers went back to touching his neck, his skin. Palm brushing over where his neck became his spine and shoulders.
There was a moment where Obi-Wan would have given anything, told himself anything to pull Qui-Gon into the stall with him and then kneel between those knees. To have felt that hand gripping the back of his head, pulling his mouth deeper onto that cock. Maybe to have felt that hand on his neck, holding him to the glass while he got fucked until he couldn't breathe, couldn't see or feel or hear anything except heat and Qui-Gon, moaning his name because Obi-Wan knew he was a good enough to make Qui-Gon do that.
To have been able to climb into bed, naked, skin slightly damp and sticking to the sheets, with Qui-Gon afterwards.
To have been Qui-Gon's lover in addition to his Padawan. Obi-Wan would have given anything, everything. His dignity, his honor, his sense of identity as a Jedi first and everything else second.
Qui-Gon might even, in a moment of weakness, have let him do it, and upon later thought, Obi-Wan realized that he could probably have kept his dignity, his honor, and had Qui-Gon, too, but the moment for Obi-Wan came. Maybe if Qui-Gon had held his head under the water for another moment, looked at him the way he had in the bar a little more often. Maybe.
The moment where Obi-Wan would have risked everything came, but he lost his nerve, so it passed, too.
...
Years later, Obi-Wan became fairly sure that Anakin was trying to seduce him. Flashes of skin. Certain words left hanging.
It was clumsy, and Obi-Wan wondered whether he had been so obvious when he was young and in love. He also worried, too, because the one thing that Anakin had never been lacking for was nerve. The boy had more courage than brains, and there would be these moments where Anakin was lying, sprawled out on the floor while reading, or where he would turn after pulling off some particularly risky and high-speed maneuver and look at Obi-Wan with this look of complete and utter joy.
If he wasn't panting in terror, Obi-Wan would come close in those moments. There would suddenly be this heat in his chest, red in his cheeks, and he would have turn away or quiet until he had mastered himself.
What would he do when Anakin actually did try to kiss him? He would manage to put Anakin off fairly well if it were during one of those calculated moments, but what if Anakin tried it during one of those moments of happiness? Would he be able to turn away? Surely he hadn't been this clumsy, this young when he was a Padawan.
He hadn't been this obvious in his pursuit; he hadn't loved Qui-Gon that badly, had he? He'd never looked at Qui-Gon with his heart in his eyes; he'd never let his face crumple because Qui-Gon had turned away from him.
When Anakin fell in love and married Padme secretly it was, in a way, an absolute relief. Obi-Wan expected that Anakin, but it went on. The looks. The touches. It got a little better when Anakin became a knight, was on almost-equal footing with Obi-Wan, stopped almost entirely when Padme became pregnant and Obi-Wan started to lose entire nights to worry about how his stupid former Padawan would hide a squalling baby from the Council, but there they were. The wife. The baby. The looks.
Every once in a while, a certain gesture. A phrasing. The Council's doubts about Anakin.
He had loved Qui-Gon. Anakin loved him. How could things turn out this badly?
...
They were on their way to a mudball planet. Arrival time was in an hour or so; before then, there were last minute equipment checks to be made, communications to be sent out or begun, and Anakin had fallen asleep on Obi-Wan's shoulder.
He had had his nineteenth birthday a month before, on Alderaan, and he had fallen asleep on the bench next to Obi-Wan on the bench that they were sharing on the transport out. A roll of the ship to avoid some meteorites, Anakin flopping over, Obi-Wan grabbing him to make sure that he didn't fall onto the floor, and Anakin had, in his sleep, used the chance to curl up close.
There were clone troopers behind them. Hundreds of them. Pessin was likely to be a major engagement, and Obi-Wan nudged his Padawan awake, saw the soft, sleepy face, the half-open mouth, the smile when he realized that he had been sleeping with on his Master's shoulder that turned into embarassment when he realized that he had been sleeping on his Master like an eleven year old.
Even with the clone troopers behind them, Obi-Wan came closer, at that moment, to kissing another Jedi than he ever had.
...
Obi-Wan didn't puzzle it out until years and years later in the Tattooine desert.
By that point, he been forbidden to see Luke. Qui-Gon was beginning to dissipate and lose his ability to stay in the Force. The Living Force called him back for days, weeks at a time, and there had been stormtroopers in Mos Espa, so Obi-Wan now called himself Ben.
He spent his nights fighting out of dreams about the past and his days on a high plateau that allowed him, on clear mornings, with a pair of bincoulars, to watch the Lars moisture farm from a great distance. It was on one of the trips back to the house after that the answer to the puzzle finally came to him.
Obi-Wan's hands started to shake, and he almost fell to his knees in the dust and pebbles. As it was, he just managed to make it back to the house before collapsing onto the floor and giving himself over to panting and trying to find his balance. His breath moved the dust on the floor; he knew that he was trembling, and he felt somewhat ill.
After all, in another lifetime, with more training, Obi-Wan Kenobi might have recognized immediately what he had felt for Qui-Gon as love. The looks. The devotion. The memory, for days, of the way Qui-Gon touched his shoulder or smiled at him when he made a good point in a discussion.
Instead, it had taken him the better part of twenty years to put a name to his feeling, and now that he had moved into what felt like another lifetime, it only took Obi-Wan the better part of eighteen years to realize that just as what he had felt for Qui-Gon had been love mixed with knowledge of rejection and what could never be, what Anakin had felt for him, had been looking at him with all those years, was love mixed with the seeds of a future, terrible hate.
Alternate title for this: When Rhod gets to writing A/O, she just falls down and can't get up. I can't think of an ending for this, but I can't exactly axe the stuff about Anakin because even I can feel that it's important.
And yet the way that other people can't see the interesting in Q/O or just find that there isn't anything to write about? I feel that way about A/O.
"WELL DUH OF COURSE ANAKIN BOTH HATED/RESENTED AND LOVED OBI-WAN AND OF COURSE IT ENDED BADLY WITH YELLING AND FIGHTING AND ANAKIN DOING THE WORM WHILE HE CAUGHT ON FIRE UH HOW DID YOU THINK IT WAS GOING TO END AND WASN'T IT PERFECTLY OBVIOUS AND CHIRST WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT WITH THEM? OF COURSE IT MOVES ME, I CRIED LIKE A BITCH AT THE END OF ROTS, BUT I HAVE NOTHING TO ADD GOD."
stella_belli: Obi-Wan: *sneaks in in the middle of the night and burns the Anakin gnomes*stella_belli: Obi-Wan: *wakes up Qui-Gon by screaming "YOU WERE MY BROTHER" at them*PS: OBI-WAN YOU HO
...
Obi-Wan found the oddest things attractive about his Master.
In another lifetime, he might have recognized it immediately as love, but as it was, with the training that he had, Obi-Wan had to try and puzzle it out from the way he fixated on the smallest, stupidest details. The way he got a little dizzy when when Qui-Gon pushed his sleeves back and Obi-Wan saw a bit of bare forearm. The shadow where Qui-Gon's jaw met his neck and where the beard didn't quite cover. The skin above the top of the tunic. The nose. The funny third finger with the bump in the middle because Qui-Gon had once broken his finger during a mission and forgot to get it set until it was too late.
Qui-Gon had to shift his lightsaber grip a bit because of that. It threw the balance off enough so that they had to spend an intense, furiously busy afternoon retooling it in the sparring galleries on the Temple.
Qui-Gon looked down at his hand, then looked at Obi-Wan, who was slumped against a wall and dreaming of nothing as a hot shower and a very long nap. He'd been sweating so hard that his Padawan braid stuck to the side of his neck, and he was fairly sure that he was close to dehydration.
"I suppose this will teach me to break my fingers," Qui-Gon said, sighed, and looked down at his hand again.
Obi-Wan thought about jumping up and hitting Master with his unlit lightsaber, but decided that he was entirely too tired.
...
Once, when Obi-Wan was twenty one, Qui-Gon had to cut his hair for some reason. It was an unforgiveable faux pas in the region they were passing through. Space pirates were on the lookout for a long-haired man and his young friend. There would be flamethrowers coming up, and Qui-Gon didn't want his hair to catch fire.
Any one of a number of things, really, Obi-Wan doesn't really remember the whys of it, but he does remember that they'd been traveling with some kind of caravan, and at the afternoon meal rest, after the food, one of the jahhrl drivers did the honors of trimming Qui-Gon's hair with a knife.
Obi-Wan stood to the side, arms crossed over his chest, and watched the hair come off. Qui-Gon tried to stand up as soon as he felt the large part of it come off, but the jahhrl driver put a hand on Qui-Gon's shoulder and kept him there until she'd trimmed the sides and top and a little bit on the neck. To make it even, she said, and what she really ended up doing was showing how thin and silver Qui-Gon's hair had gotten at the temples.
Afterwards, Qui-Gon sat on the stump and ruefully rubbed the back of his neck. The woman was washing her hands in a nearby stream, and Qui-Gon turned around and looked at Obi-Wan and said, with this odd, almost mournful expression. "It's going to take years for that to grow that back."
Qui-Gon's hair was on the ground all around him.
Smell of cedars. That look on Qui-Gon's face. The sound of the woman muttering to the local spirits of the stream, thanking them for letting her wash her knife and hands off in their river. The way that Obi-Wan had shivered when he saw the back of his master's neck appear out from underneath all that hair, the way he bit his lip each time on that entire trip whenever he saw Qui-Gon reach back and touch the short hair there.
The hair did grow back. It was almost entirely back by Naboo.
...
It was surprising, too, that the most sexually charged moments weren't the ones that Obi-Wan might, as a twenty year old young man, have thought that they were. They slept in the same bed together, sometimes. He knew where every scar on Qui-Gon's body was, partially from undressing next to him for a dozen years, partially because they had discussed it in case either of them would ever have to identify the other's body on a planet where genetic mapping was unavailable.
A long, knifelike scar on Qui-Gon's shoulderblade where an Hkall assassin had tried to stab him with a vibroblade when he was young. Qui-Gon had been wearing body armor, but it hadn't been quite thick enough across the shoulderblades.
A burn mark on the underneath Qui-Gon's left elbow from a bit of cinder when he had the racer underneath blown out from underneath him on Malastare. Various small burns and discoloartions on his hands. A tattoo under one knee because Qui-Gon's origin planet tattooed children at birth to identify them in case of kidnapping. The richer families implanted a locating chip in their children; Qui-Gon's family hadn't been able to afford that.
The top of both knees were striped with surgical scars from when the medical droids had replaced parts of Qui-Gon's knees for his forty-eighth birthday. The scars were light because they had been healed with bacta, but Qui-Gon had been in a hurry to get back into work for a developing situation of Kelga
He hadn't spent as long healing as they wanted, and Obi-Wan had even washed Qui-Gon while the man was standing there stark naked in the 'fresher shower booth -- it had been the year before Naboo, and Qui-Gon had gotten some shrapnel in the lower back during a trip to a particularly primitive planet that still used projectile weapons. There had been internal organ damage, hemorrhaging, so after a few days in the bacta tank, the medic droids put him to bed for a week. He was not to so much as leave the bed, but on the third day, Obi-Wan came in with lunch on a tray for both of them, and he found that Qui-Gon had struggled onto his feet and somehow staggered to the 'fresher.
The water was on. Qui-Gon couldn't lean back against the walls of the 'fresher because there were sutures running up and down the length of his back like seams on clothing; he had little strength left in his legs, and he was staying upright in the stall through a combination of sheer willpower and the Force and his fingers hooked over the top of the stall.
"Master?" Obi-Wan said it quietly, tentatively, and it was a while before Qui-Gon managed to respond.
A grunt, then a pause while Qui-Gon struggled to get enough strength to say actual words. "I haven't been clean in weeks, Obi-Wan."
"You shouldn't be -- "
"No."
The place was filled with steam; it was boiling out into the bedroom, and what Qui-Gon must have done was tell the household systems to activate the hot water shower system while he was still in bed. In the time it had taken him to cross the room and get into the bathroom, it must have been long enough to fill half of suite with steam so thick that it looked like smoke.
Qui-Gon was naked, slick with water, an arm's reach away and stretched out, and it was absolutely terrifying. It was all Obi-Wan could do to make himself stay in the fresher and make sure his Master didn't reopen the sutures or slip. To hand him a towel afterwards. To turn his head away so that he wouldn't have to see Qui-Gon, desperately out of breath and pale from pain, try to muster the strength to stand up straight.
In the end, Obi-Wan had to help him to bed. Qui-Gon hadn't even gotten that clean.
...
What was erotic: they were sitting in a bar together, waiting for an informant to come through the door. It was a relatively nice bar, on Corsucant, so relatively safe, and close enough to the sort of place where Obi-Wan usually went to pick people up that there was a little bit of a hum, a prickle on his skin.
Obi-Wan came in first. Sat down in a corner booth where he could see the door, then watched Qui-Gon come in and cross the room over to him. The waitress droid came a few minutes later, looked at the two of them in civilian clothes, eyed the two of them and how Qui-Gon had folded his hands and seemed to be staring off into space, completely unconcerned. He was checking the Force, keeping tabs on the others lurking in the shadows, but the droid waitress didn't know that.
"What'll you and your man have?"
Obi-Wan was pretty sure that he got a stupid smile on his face.
He ordered for both of them -- Sahrian blue for him, a clean-tasting Micran Concentrate for Qui-Gon. It was warm in the bar, climate controlled for each booth, but Obi-Wan was still shivering an hour later when they were back on the street because, after their drinks came, Qui-Gon had reached over and casually wiped off a bit of ale from Obi-Wan's mouth with a bit of his napkin.
The touch of Qui-Gon's thumb against his cheek. The texture of the napkin, damp where Qui-Gon had touched it to his own mouth. It was like being kissed, but Qui-Gon kept his eyes open, looked at him while he did it.
...
Obi-Wan was very careful not to think of Qui-Gon when he was with other people, and he was very careful, too, not to think of Qui-Gon when he masturbated. He didn't do either of those things -- the other people and the masturbating -- all that much. There wasn't that much time in his life; he was always occupied of other things; he was always busy; he was always going somewhere or leaving somewhere.
He made it a scrupulous practice while Qui-Gon was alive. After Qui-Gon was dead, after Naboo, the thought never even cross his mind.
...
The closest that Obi-Wan ever came to actually trying something did come in the bathroom, though. Not the bathroom where Qui-Gon had that convalesence, but another one, on Corsucant. They had no assigned quarters, but the layout of the temporary Jedi housing was close enough so that it was essentially the same, and most of the time, again, they were too busy or occupied for them to think about this, but Qui-Gon had gotten the best -- he felt -- of the Council in a debriefing earlier in the day.
He was in an astoundingly good mood, and he'd smiled at Obi-Wan when Obi-Wan came out of the 'fresher. "You still have some shampoo in your hair."
Qui-Gon tapped the back of his own neck, and when Obi-Wan felt behind his Padawan's braid, he did indeed feel foam there. A great deal of it. Had he completely forgotten to wash the back of his neck?
He had been in a hurry for some reason, he remembered. He had wanted to catch Qui-Gon before he went to bed for some reason, and the look on his face must have been particularly distressed because Qui-Gon laughed at him. "It's all over the back of your head. Come on," he said, and they went back into the 'fresher together.
Obi-Wan was dressed for bed. Long pants, shirt, but they went to the glassed-in shower stall. They kept both the bathroom door and the shower stall door open. Obi-Wan leaned his shoulder against the glass, stuck his head in while Qui-Gon stuck in the teethcleaner in his mouth -- he'd been brushing his teeth at the kitchen sink before -- and turned the water on.
He bent Obi-Wan's head down under the spray, and Obi-Wan could feel those fingers scrubbing the back of his neck. Could see the edge of Qui-Gon's bare knees with their scars since he was in nothing but his undershorts and a loose white sleeping shirts. The edge of the undershorts were getting a little damp from the spray from the shower, and again, Obi-Wan could see the scars. The bare feet on the tile of the 'fresher.
"Stop trying to turn your head, Padawan. I can't wash the back of your neck if you're trying to look at me, and it really is all over the place."
And those fingers went back to touching his neck, his skin. Palm brushing over where his neck became his spine and shoulders.
There was a moment where Obi-Wan would have given anything, told himself anything to pull Qui-Gon into the stall with him and then kneel between those knees. To have felt that hand gripping the back of his head, pulling his mouth deeper onto that cock. Maybe to have felt that hand on his neck, holding him to the glass while he got fucked until he couldn't breathe, couldn't see or feel or hear anything except heat and Qui-Gon, moaning his name because Obi-Wan knew he was a good enough to make Qui-Gon do that.
To have been able to climb into bed, naked, skin slightly damp and sticking to the sheets, with Qui-Gon afterwards.
To have been Qui-Gon's lover in addition to his Padawan. Obi-Wan would have given anything, everything. His dignity, his honor, his sense of identity as a Jedi first and everything else second.
Qui-Gon might even, in a moment of weakness, have let him do it, and upon later thought, Obi-Wan realized that he could probably have kept his dignity, his honor, and had Qui-Gon, too, but the moment for Obi-Wan came. Maybe if Qui-Gon had held his head under the water for another moment, looked at him the way he had in the bar a little more often. Maybe.
The moment where Obi-Wan would have risked everything came, but he lost his nerve, so it passed, too.
...
Years later, Obi-Wan became fairly sure that Anakin was trying to seduce him. Flashes of skin. Certain words left hanging.
It was clumsy, and Obi-Wan wondered whether he had been so obvious when he was young and in love. He also worried, too, because the one thing that Anakin had never been lacking for was nerve. The boy had more courage than brains, and there would be these moments where Anakin was lying, sprawled out on the floor while reading, or where he would turn after pulling off some particularly risky and high-speed maneuver and look at Obi-Wan with this look of complete and utter joy.
If he wasn't panting in terror, Obi-Wan would come close in those moments. There would suddenly be this heat in his chest, red in his cheeks, and he would have turn away or quiet until he had mastered himself.
What would he do when Anakin actually did try to kiss him? He would manage to put Anakin off fairly well if it were during one of those calculated moments, but what if Anakin tried it during one of those moments of happiness? Would he be able to turn away? Surely he hadn't been this clumsy, this young when he was a Padawan.
He hadn't been this obvious in his pursuit; he hadn't loved Qui-Gon that badly, had he? He'd never looked at Qui-Gon with his heart in his eyes; he'd never let his face crumple because Qui-Gon had turned away from him.
When Anakin fell in love and married Padme secretly it was, in a way, an absolute relief. Obi-Wan expected that Anakin, but it went on. The looks. The touches. It got a little better when Anakin became a knight, was on almost-equal footing with Obi-Wan, stopped almost entirely when Padme became pregnant and Obi-Wan started to lose entire nights to worry about how his stupid former Padawan would hide a squalling baby from the Council, but there they were. The wife. The baby. The looks.
Every once in a while, a certain gesture. A phrasing. The Council's doubts about Anakin.
He had loved Qui-Gon. Anakin loved him. How could things turn out this badly?
...
They were on their way to a mudball planet. Arrival time was in an hour or so; before then, there were last minute equipment checks to be made, communications to be sent out or begun, and Anakin had fallen asleep on Obi-Wan's shoulder.
He had had his nineteenth birthday a month before, on Alderaan, and he had fallen asleep on the bench next to Obi-Wan on the bench that they were sharing on the transport out. A roll of the ship to avoid some meteorites, Anakin flopping over, Obi-Wan grabbing him to make sure that he didn't fall onto the floor, and Anakin had, in his sleep, used the chance to curl up close.
There were clone troopers behind them. Hundreds of them. Pessin was likely to be a major engagement, and Obi-Wan nudged his Padawan awake, saw the soft, sleepy face, the half-open mouth, the smile when he realized that he had been sleeping with on his Master's shoulder that turned into embarassment when he realized that he had been sleeping on his Master like an eleven year old.
Even with the clone troopers behind them, Obi-Wan came closer, at that moment, to kissing another Jedi than he ever had.
...
Obi-Wan didn't puzzle it out until years and years later in the Tattooine desert.
By that point, he been forbidden to see Luke. Qui-Gon was beginning to dissipate and lose his ability to stay in the Force. The Living Force called him back for days, weeks at a time, and there had been stormtroopers in Mos Espa, so Obi-Wan now called himself Ben.
He spent his nights fighting out of dreams about the past and his days on a high plateau that allowed him, on clear mornings, with a pair of bincoulars, to watch the Lars moisture farm from a great distance. It was on one of the trips back to the house after that the answer to the puzzle finally came to him.
Obi-Wan's hands started to shake, and he almost fell to his knees in the dust and pebbles. As it was, he just managed to make it back to the house before collapsing onto the floor and giving himself over to panting and trying to find his balance. His breath moved the dust on the floor; he knew that he was trembling, and he felt somewhat ill.
After all, in another lifetime, with more training, Obi-Wan Kenobi might have recognized immediately what he had felt for Qui-Gon as love. The looks. The devotion. The memory, for days, of the way Qui-Gon touched his shoulder or smiled at him when he made a good point in a discussion.
Instead, it had taken him the better part of twenty years to put a name to his feeling, and now that he had moved into what felt like another lifetime, it only took Obi-Wan the better part of eighteen years to realize that just as what he had felt for Qui-Gon had been love mixed with knowledge of rejection and what could never be, what Anakin had felt for him, had been looking at him with all those years, was love mixed with the seeds of a future, terrible hate.
Alternate title for this: When Rhod gets to writing A/O, she just falls down and can't get up. I can't think of an ending for this, but I can't exactly axe the stuff about Anakin because even I can feel that it's important.
And yet the way that other people can't see the interesting in Q/O or just find that there isn't anything to write about? I feel that way about A/O.
"WELL DUH OF COURSE ANAKIN BOTH HATED/RESENTED AND LOVED OBI-WAN AND OF COURSE IT ENDED BADLY WITH YELLING AND FIGHTING AND ANAKIN DOING THE WORM WHILE HE CAUGHT ON FIRE UH HOW DID YOU THINK IT WAS GOING TO END AND WASN'T IT PERFECTLY OBVIOUS AND CHIRST WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT WITH THEM? OF COURSE IT MOVES ME, I CRIED LIKE A BITCH AT THE END OF ROTS, BUT I HAVE NOTHING TO ADD GOD."
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Date: 2005-11-19 08:16 pm (UTC)Also, you write Anakin so dastardly cute for someone who wants to strangle him most of the time. :> :> :> :> :> :>
(AND ALSO! That icon you have of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walking alongside each other kills me because of the caption. Like I think I was doubled over laughing for a good five minutes one evening because of it. DAMN YOU AND YOUR PLEBIAN OBI-WAN AND INNATE KNOWLEDGE OF JEDI ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION.)
we can sip bacardi like it's your birthday, padawan. :>
Date: 2005-11-19 08:32 pm (UTC)I know I'm going to go to hell for enjoying the idea of Rap Jedi so much, but :D :D :D.
Just because I fucking hate Anakin 99.9% of the time doesn't mean that I can't write him cute, man. The Obi-Wan in this story has a serious hard-on for happy moments, and I had to think of something along those lines, and so uh. *INFANTILIZES* :D
Re: we can sip bacardi like it's your birthday, padawan. :>
Date: 2005-11-19 08:44 pm (UTC)Also, the whole part with Anakin being all "WHEE" and Obi-Wan all *LOVES* reminds me of Episode II in the speeder:
Anakin: *Does fancy flying moves*
Obi-Wan: *Craps pants*
Anakin: *Looks LOVINGLY AT HIS MASTAH* Uh. I think we've lost them. *BEAUTIFIC SMILE*
Obi-Wan: Er, uh. *Clears throat* Um. Bad Anakin. Bad. Now jump after them while I cross my arms a lot and look stern.
Anakin: WHATEVER YOU SAY MASTER BECAUSE YOU ARE BEST MASTER EV AND I LUV U!!!1
See, you had to deal with that because I'm downloading Dr. Qui and Aninem FOR YOU. >:0
aminem is the great white jedi hope. :>
Date: 2005-11-19 08:53 pm (UTC)Yeah, I kind of had that scene from AotC in mind when I wrote about that. Because, really, as much as Obi-Wan complains about it, he actually probably likes it. The boy has a taste for adventure, but he doesn't like to admit it, you know?
Re: Aninem is pretty fly for a white Jedi ... unless you are talking to Mace Windu. :>
Date: 2005-11-19 08:56 pm (UTC)Anakin has a taste for adventure AND Obi-Wan's cock, apparently. :D
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Date: 2005-11-19 08:47 pm (UTC)<333333 the small things, man.
Date: 2005-11-19 09:02 pm (UTC)I mean, I feel all sympathetic with Anakin in RotS and got worked up when he did go ebil, but man. When I think about what he did? Independent of Hayden's cuteness and a visual show of how much Obi-Wan loves him?
Really. I'd enjoy popping his head between my fingers.
*writes a story about Obi-Wan lovingly cleaning lint off Qui-Gon's beard*
Date: 2005-11-19 09:11 pm (UTC)Me I'm generally about ready to go for the balls- they're clearly what he finds MORE IMPORTANT in a lot of cases.
True story: I cannot roleplay the little shit without ending in shrieking in rage at my computer screen eventually. I kind of want him to catch fire all the fucking time.
Also I could read about Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's relationship for the rest of my goddamn life and never get sick of it.
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Date: 2005-11-19 09:46 pm (UTC)As for the fic...
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *cries*
You. Word. More Anakin/Obi-Wan. NOW, WOMAN! *snaps fingers*I mean, that was absolutely beautiful and wonderful and incredible, and should you ever have another plotbunny
I will chain you to your computer chair and force you to writeI'd love to see it. :DBut seriously, I really liked this. It was slow and steady with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, but got faster with Anakin, just like it should. Very, very moving over the whole piece, and a you had a lovely Obi-Wan voice here. And you did a beautiful job with Anakin/Obi-Wan, especially for someone who claims to hate Anakin. I know you like popping these things out as you want, but dude, if you ever want another beta... *raises hand*
*fangirls you and then slinks off to hide again*
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:49 am (UTC)Seriously, though. The speed-up in pace is one of the things that dissatsified me the most -- like, everything was so slow and measured, and then suddenly zooooooooooooom! I had no idea how to slow it down, though, or make the Anakin stuff fit in better, so I'm glad that the shift in style didn't throw you off. <3
And someday, I'll have something that I've invested enough in to get beta-read. I write mostly because it's a fun little distraction from the WORK THAT I AM ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO BE DOING, so yeah.
Plus, beyond the whole beta-reader-having-time-to-do-it-thing, I have this terrible difficulty with getting the proper amount of distnace from a fic. When I finish writing a fic, I want to wash my damn hands of if and not look at it again for at least five or six months. As a result, Dilly's sitting on fic that she beta-read for me two months ago, and I'm like :> :> ummmm :> :> plz don't send it to me again yet :> :>
Poor girl isn't so much as a beta-reader as a she-who-holds-Rhod's-hand-and-applies-soothing-compresses.
All of which is to say that: yes. If I'm ever in the market for a beta reader, particularly fo ra fic where I need to get the plot and canon and grammar all lined up in a little row, I'll know where to look. <3
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Date: 2005-11-20 04:13 am (UTC)The shift in style worked because Anakin practically demands a shift in style. At least, my style keeps changing a bit from Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan to Anakin/Obi-Wan. XD
♥ You are too cute.
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Date: 2005-11-20 04:37 am (UTC)What I worry about, really, is that my "errrrrr" about O/A comes through. Like, I'm willing to spend 3000000000000 words describing the TRUE BLUE ANNOYING LOVE of Obi-Wan and his scruffy Mastuh, and the fact that O/A is not my OT3 shows from how I zip through it.
Your usericon. Eet ees missing. LJ says there is an error.
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Date: 2005-11-20 05:07 am (UTC)Well, it did seem a bit quick, and yes, it was obvious you hadn't put as much love into it as you did the Q/O, but the heart of it was there, and really, really made me want more. The combination of the of the Q/O and the love you had for it trickled into the O/A, and made the piece overall very strong. The reason I liked the O/A was because of the voice you gave Obi-Wan, that was very appropriate. See, O/A for me is all about Obi-Wan, so if you've got a good Obi-Wan, you've already won half the battle. And see, very few people can write good Obi-Wans, imho. You happen to be one of those few people. I often feel like you do about O/A when writing Q/O, because I know I'm not in love with the pairing, either, and am terrified it shows.
See, when I like something, I'm quite happy to shower love on it. :D
Stupid icons. Should be working now. :|
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Date: 2005-11-20 06:02 am (UTC)We should have a little THINGS YOU HATE AND BELIEVE YOU ARE PHYSICALLY INCAPABLE OF DOING club. You write Q/O; I write A/O where Obi-Wan has a hardon for violence and sweaty and mean becoaiud;lkjg ARGH. I cannot wrap my head around an Obi-Wan who gets off on that.
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Date: 2005-11-20 06:33 am (UTC)I am currently writing Q/O. *sobs* It is AU, and currently has the longest buttsecks scene I've EVER written in my life. ;_; Qui-Gon is trying to break me.
Which means you owe me Obi-Wan perving on Vader fic.
Though, joking aside, I don't think Obi-Wan liked the mean, violent side to Anakin at all, so my brain does not wrap around this, either. I think he loved Anakin's passion and capacity for love. Okay, stop me now. *feels A/O meta coming on*
when i start to ramble like this, it's BEDTIME.
Date: 2005-11-20 07:00 am (UTC)(If it's in ASTG, I am, alas, not following along with anything that's more than about 1000 words long these days. I have the attention span of a fruit fly that's been supping on crystal meth, but I swear. I will read it when the crazy stops.)
And ahah. See, I was thinking about that after I posted the comment, and I think that I could kind of see a scenario where Obi-Wan is just mentally and physically exhausted and dirty as anything and wanting nothing so much as to curl up in a ball and sleep for a year. Dirt in his hair. Dirt in his throat. Probably has the only dirty eyelashes in the history of existence, and his Padawan is bouncing around the ship with an obscene amount of energy.
And Anakin kind of comes in, kindasortabutnotreally uses the chance to put the moves on Obi-Wan when Obi-Wan is too tired, and he ends up just making out with Obi-Wan and giving him a handjob and Obi-Wan kind of dazedly falling asleep afterwards.
You could end the fic with something about how it never happened again and how, after Vader rises, Obi-Wan thinks to himself that he would never have let Anakin do that when he had his mechanical hand, but he remembers the burning undern his skin, the way Anakin's mouth had looked, and he knows that he is lying on at leastone count.
Re: when i start to ramble like this, it's BEDTIME.
Date: 2005-11-20 07:58 am (UTC)(Ahahaha, Qui-Gon will eventually be throwing it to Anakin, well, sorta, in ASTG, but not for a while. >.> But I really want to write a non-related Q/A BUT AM WOEFULLY LACKING IN PLOTBUNNIES. And dude, you don't have to read it unless you want to, and furthermore, on your own time. :D)
Omg, that would rock so hard on Anakin/Obi-Wan fics. Yes. But Anakin would need a reaosn to be all give if this is a one thing. Anakin habitually takes. I know this is a weird thing, but it'd be kinda interesting to me if Anakin proceeds to gets his rocks off while Obi-Wan is fading in and out of sleep. Like fading in and Anakin's doing that, and fading out, etc. A little disturbing but Anakin IS disturbing. And that ending would be completely awesome.
Re: when i start to ramble like this, it's BEDTIME.
Date: 2005-11-20 01:54 pm (UTC)The idea about fading in and out of consciousness is psychotically amazing.
It's always a question, though, is how badass Anakin has gotten at this point. It's one of the most wretchedly annoying questions about writing th elittle FUCKER.
By the way. Happy birthday, lady!
Re: when i start to ramble like this, it's BEDTIME.
Date: 2005-11-21 03:15 am (UTC)But dude, Obi-Wan fading in and out would also put a very surreal aspect to sex scenes, because sex can only be done so many ways before it's all the same, and I've found the way it to be told to be more interesting. I'd love to see you try that. *enables you*
Yeah, the question is how and why Anakin is doing it. The question, really, is how close to RotS he is. Or if he's had a really bad day, etc. He's remarkably sensitive to others' emotions, even if he doesn't understand them, they affect them. He's like selfish, but also wants to please others and make them happy, and his contradictions, I think, are what make him fun to write. He's also the sort to twist thing sup in his head that Obi-Wan would like this or wants this, and really, he's just doing him a favor, etc. Rational, Anakin ain't. Like, if it's during the War, Anakin will be off-balance, and it's pre-war, a bad mission could put him on edge.
And I'm rambling again. *shuts up*
Thank you so much! ♥
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Date: 2005-11-19 11:40 pm (UTC)or leaving somewhere. brushed off a bit of
I suspect that you didn't mean to have that "brushed off a bit of" hanging like that.
Obi-Wan realized that he could probably have kept his dignity, his honor, and had Qui-Gon, too, but the moment for Obi-Wan came. Maybe if
Do you mean, "the moment for Obi-Wan PASSED." ? Because as "came," it sounded like it was there still-- but then the Maybe statement comes and contradicts that. You use "come" throughout the fic, but I don't it's not making sense to me here.
He his nights fighting out of dreams a
You're missing a verb between "He" and "his," I think.
And those fingers went back to touching his neck, his skin. Palm brushing over where his neck became his spine and shoulders.
adlkfjadfkjadfjlj that is not at all hot. Not one incy bincy lakdjfalkdjfaldf.
Instead, it had taken him the better part of twenty years to put a name to his feeling, and now that he had moved into what felt like another lifetime, it only took Obi-Wan the better part of eighteen years to realize that just as what he had felt for Qui-Gon had been love mixed with knowledge of rejection and what could never be, what Anakin had felt for him, had been looking at him with all those years, was love mixed with the seeds of a future, terrible hate.
:XXXXXXX
This fic needs no ending besides what you have-- it neatly ties up all the themes and delivers, all in one sentence. After I finished reading that, I thought, why is there another paragraph to this story? Where else she could take this, and how much harder can she hit me? But the next paragraph were author's notes. So I was relieved to see it really did end here.
I have a tremendous weak spot for Obi-Wan exactly as you have him here; loved both his master and his padawan, and though he doesn't realize the extent of his feelings until it's too late, he knows just enough to realize that his feelings are dangerous and should be held back. But you also write about it with such elegance, such tenderness, it akdfjadlfj-s me.
And such an eye for wounds! Do/did you study medicine?
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Date: 2005-11-20 04:03 am (UTC)No, I haven't studied medicine at all, but I figured that those little sorts of things would be what Obi-Wan pays attention to. Because really, he grows up into a fussy, proper little man with fussy, proper clothing, and I love the notion that he can see just how much older Qui-Gon is than him visually and STILL WANT TO HAVE SUCH CRAZY, CRAZY WILD SEX WITH HIM.
The ending sentence makes me blush with shame when I read it now. It's so goddamn LONG and COMPLICATED.
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:00 pm (UTC)Yes, Obi-Wan would definitely have an eye for that, but I ask because you seem to actually know the proper name for these kinds of things.
I love the notion that he can see just how much older Qui-Gon is than him visually and STILL WANT TO HAVE SUCH CRAZY, CRAZY WILD SEX WITH HIM.
:D *imagines Qui-Gon singing "Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four? Hmm------mmm---mmmh. You'll be older, too. Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you."*
Reading the last sentence was a challenge but worth it? Cutting it up would lose its effect-- RUSHES OF REALIZATION DO NOT DRIBBLE OUT IN SHORT PHRASES.
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:05 am (UTC)Anyways. I love a good story where Obi-Wan jumps into bed with his master, but it never sparses with me, it doesn't seem natural. This is so heartbreaking because it does seem natural.
the smile when he realized that he had been sleeping with on his Master's shoulder that turned into embarassment when he realized that he had been sleeping on his Master like an eleven year old.
Even with the clone troopers behind them, Obi-Wan came closer, at that moment, to kissing another Jedi than he ever had.
Adorable, sweet moment.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:29 am (UTC)I think you should stop encouraging me to write, foo'.
<3
Date: 2005-11-20 02:35 am (UTC)Guh. He says it so simply and, I imagine, calmly, even though his Padawan is blatently trying to ogle him. It works really well with how you suggest Obi-Wan is a bit clueless as to his own feelings.
The little details feel just right. And my not-so-secret Q/O kink is Obi-Wan sucking Qui-Gon off, so you win all round.
I think the ending is great as it is, also. It ties back neatly to how you began it, and the realisation of Anakin's love is powerful in itself as well as saying something about what Qui-Gon's perception of Obi-Wan's love might have been. The idea that it took Obi-Wan so long to see, and it was always too late, is tragic. :(((
Re: <3
Date: 2005-11-20 03:20 am (UTC)Or, you know. Qui-Gon sitting in an armchair and Obi-Wan in front.
Somehow, somehow, somehow, I need to get the two of them to have sex in a non-AU timeline. Somehow. SOMEHOW.
PS: I'm really glad that the ending worked for you. People who read the fic in the first few seconds that it was posted got to see it morph and wiggle around, like, an insane lot before I figured out how it needed to be. The sentences are still awkward and SUPERLONG, though. :>
Re: <3
Date: 2005-11-20 12:04 pm (UTC)IT'S CALLED PLOT WHAT PLOT AKA PWP. LOOK INTO IT.
Re: <3
Date: 2005-11-20 06:09 pm (UTC)Re: <3
Date: 2005-11-20 06:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-21 11:36 pm (UTC)*cuddles them all up. you too*
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:58 am (UTC)I'm trying to learn how to write fics that strike more than one emotional tone, so I'm really, really, really glad that this worked for you.
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Date: 2005-11-23 10:35 pm (UTC)But likewise, I came to fandom via Anakin, but have come over to the Obi-Wan side of the Force, because it's just SO much easier to write from his POV. *G*
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Date: 2005-11-22 12:50 am (UTC)I'd say constructive things but it took me four tries to even spell constructive so I think I'll leave it ;)
Thank you!
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:48 am (UTC)<3333333333333
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Date: 2005-11-23 05:26 am (UTC)It's unbelievable how such a simple sentence can strike me so well. I think I'll remember it forever. The small moments are the best moments, aren't they? I have this whole mental image of Qui-Gon's hair leaving a whiff of cedars wherever he goes.
Your style also, incidentally, always reminds me of Guy Gavriel Kay. The phrasing and flow of words.
ps: my icons seem to have gone berserk.
Date: 2005-11-23 06:45 am (UTC)I've never read Kay, but I've heard such amazing things about him that I'm insanely flattered. Thank you. :D
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Date: 2005-12-03 02:07 am (UTC)I don't intend to join into the conversations much, but I will take a lot of pleasure in reading your debates. And endorse highly Yesterday We Obeyed Kings.
I guess my own ghostworld foursome theory is kinda saccharine compared to the pity and terror of a post-op trip trip to the fresher. But that is as it should be. It is the details that ultimately speak loudest.
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-17 04:37 am (UTC)And oh, Obi-Wan. It's so easy to make him sad. :D
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