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Vigil by Potboy (G)
The last two fics I recced both ended with Obi-Wan living on Tatooine, so I thought it a good moment to rec the next one now, since it's about Obi-Wan living on Tatooine, only this time it's in the canon realm of possibilities ;-)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: gen
Length: short
Author: potboy
On lj: potboy
Author Website: unknown
WARNINGS: none
Why this must be read: There are more stories about Obi-Wan living on Tatooine and finally meeting Force ghost Qui-Gon, but this story has two things extra. First of all, I love her take on the PT as seen through Qui-Gon's eyes; I wholeheartedy agree with it. And second, Qui-Gon is more than a blue shimmering image of himself, he's truly a part of the Force and potboy manages to make that perfectly clear, through beautiful imagery and also through what Qui-Gon reveales to Obi-Wan. It's short, but it's stunning.
Obi-Wan's gaze travelled from his master's hand to his arm, taking in the long, rangy grace of him as he bent with absorbed interest over some unimportant creature. The posture and the attitude were all Qui-Gon Jinn; hunkered over, long hair in his face, admiring the ugly little lifeforms, but Obi-Wan found himself focussing on the sweep of the man's fine straight hair.
'Like a stained glass window' he had thought earlier and that comparison came back now with more force. Each single hair lay against the others in pen thin lines of light and dark. But this was no ink drawing. When he looked closer, each green line revealed moving shadows, golden summers, leafy glades. Every stroke opened a hair thin gap to somewhere else, and through each one there shone the infinitely deep and living light of a whole universe.
"What are you?" he said, awed but not entirely reassured.
Qui-Gon sat back, stretched his feet out before him into the water and leaned back onto his elbows. His brow crinkled as he contemplated the dome of the cavern, the glimpse of stony teeth. "I think of it like the curve in a waterfall, Obi-Wan. The river thunders past, ever changing, yet the curve remains itself, always the same."