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Kai-Kan* by Shoiryu and Rackham Rose (PG)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: None (Genfic)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shoiryu and rackhamrose
Author Website: ArashinoYume.Net (Seems to be down.)
Why this must be read: Because this fic is simply delightful. The prose and language in here is utterly gorgeous, each passing sentence a work of art without being cluttered, pretentious, or overdone. It's the story of Qui-Gon's death and his bond with Obi-Wan, but ultimately about the deep, abiding, powerful relationship of Anakin and Obi-Wan. This movie reflects the most intense and touching moments of both The Phantom Menace and The Revenge of the Sith so accurately. You will be both enraptured and enamored of the story, the emotions, and the prose. It is everything a fic of its nature should be.
They had spoken only briefly beforehand, the conversation quiet and private, and Anakin was very aware of the emotional involvement this would take--the measure of it, what he was to experience and see. He'd embraced his friend tightly, kissed his cheek as a brother would, and whispered in his ear that they would see each other soon, in some form or another.
Seclusion was the rule in this case, but before that he spent hours watching security holo with Mace Windu at his shoulder, and the repetition of the story's end made his stomach drop every time. It was the first time he'd seen it, the first time he'd fully understood that tight, sick moment he'd never been witness to, and it took all the strength in him to focus on his character, to draw that rage and grief into himself, to prepare to take on memory and instinct that did not belong to him, but that would hurt just as much.
"A great honour," he was told. "A great privilege. We bestow it upon you."
It did not stop him pacing the room of the isolation chamber in turmoil. It did not stop the anxiety that struck at him despite his best attempts at calm.
But it also did not stop him from kneeling, at last, and taking up the traditional position of meditation.
Before him was a simple bowl filled with a clear blue liquid; he drank it though it tasted bitter, though he did not know what the effects would be. It was meant to better connect him to the memories, he was told, and given nothing beyond that. It burned his throat and left an acrid aftertaste in his mouth, and it was with an effort that he avoided gagging on it. His focus on that effort, however, began to drift rapidly within moments, eyelids falling shut heavily, body slumping in his kneeling position, hands limp against his thighs.
And slowly it began to come to him.
Yes, it began to rise.
Anakin Skywalker sank away into someone else entirely, and he let himself go, because a part of him knew that, despite the story and despite the role he was to play, he was safe within this person.
The fear did not leave. It only changed shape.
The Victory Over The Sith At Theed And The Noble Fall Of Master Qui-Gon Jinn
* I used the author's pet name for the fic in the subject because the full title would not fit. ^^;;
Pairing: None (Genfic)
Author on LJ:
shoiryu and rackhamroseAuthor Website: ArashinoYume.Net (Seems to be down.)
Why this must be read: Because this fic is simply delightful. The prose and language in here is utterly gorgeous, each passing sentence a work of art without being cluttered, pretentious, or overdone. It's the story of Qui-Gon's death and his bond with Obi-Wan, but ultimately about the deep, abiding, powerful relationship of Anakin and Obi-Wan. This movie reflects the most intense and touching moments of both The Phantom Menace and The Revenge of the Sith so accurately. You will be both enraptured and enamored of the story, the emotions, and the prose. It is everything a fic of its nature should be.
They had spoken only briefly beforehand, the conversation quiet and private, and Anakin was very aware of the emotional involvement this would take--the measure of it, what he was to experience and see. He'd embraced his friend tightly, kissed his cheek as a brother would, and whispered in his ear that they would see each other soon, in some form or another.
Seclusion was the rule in this case, but before that he spent hours watching security holo with Mace Windu at his shoulder, and the repetition of the story's end made his stomach drop every time. It was the first time he'd seen it, the first time he'd fully understood that tight, sick moment he'd never been witness to, and it took all the strength in him to focus on his character, to draw that rage and grief into himself, to prepare to take on memory and instinct that did not belong to him, but that would hurt just as much.
"A great honour," he was told. "A great privilege. We bestow it upon you."
It did not stop him pacing the room of the isolation chamber in turmoil. It did not stop the anxiety that struck at him despite his best attempts at calm.
But it also did not stop him from kneeling, at last, and taking up the traditional position of meditation.
Before him was a simple bowl filled with a clear blue liquid; he drank it though it tasted bitter, though he did not know what the effects would be. It was meant to better connect him to the memories, he was told, and given nothing beyond that. It burned his throat and left an acrid aftertaste in his mouth, and it was with an effort that he avoided gagging on it. His focus on that effort, however, began to drift rapidly within moments, eyelids falling shut heavily, body slumping in his kneeling position, hands limp against his thighs.
And slowly it began to come to him.
Yes, it began to rise.
Anakin Skywalker sank away into someone else entirely, and he let himself go, because a part of him knew that, despite the story and despite the role he was to play, he was safe within this person.
The fear did not leave. It only changed shape.
The Victory Over The Sith At Theed And The Noble Fall Of Master Qui-Gon Jinn
* I used the author's pet name for the fic in the subject because the full title would not fit. ^^;;