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Whispers Remain by torch (NC-17)
Fandom: STAR WARS: THE PHANTOM MENACE
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Length: 22k
Why this must be read: On the eve before leading the last of the Jedi into battle, Obi-Wan gets his heart's desire, but in a way he might never have expected. Haunting and beautiful, this is a story that will stay with you long after you finish reading it, but that’s true of almost all of torch’s stories.
Excerpt:
Frosted grass crackled under his boots. It was a cold night, cold and dark. There were so few stars here, only distant glimmers in the sky, and down in this hidden valley on a desolate planet at the edge of the galaxy, the last fire was going out. He tucked his hands into his sleeves and sat down on a log, staring at what was left, watching the glow of red and orange turn to grey and fade into ashes. Around him the camp was settling in for the night, growing quiet. There would be peace, he could stay out here all night and meditate.
The coward's way out, he told himself softly, watching his breath cloud and then fade away. Don't think, meditate. Don't think about where you are and what you'll be doing come morning. Don't think about who you are--
Even if he had known who he was. He had been so many things. Identities collected like shells on a beach, treated roughly, broken one by one. Student, teacher, object lesson. Padawan, knight, master, failure. Diplomat, peacekeeper, general, refugee. Now he was a lonely man sitting in the dark, wearing the robes of the order that had raised him and trained him over the uniform of an army he had led to defeat, sifting through the fragments of his past in the hope that they still held something of value. The night was eerily silent. He could hear his own heart beat. If he found something, would he even recognize it any more?
Whispers Remain
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Length: 22k
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flambeau
Author Website: star warsflambeauWhy this must be read: On the eve before leading the last of the Jedi into battle, Obi-Wan gets his heart's desire, but in a way he might never have expected. Haunting and beautiful, this is a story that will stay with you long after you finish reading it, but that’s true of almost all of torch’s stories.
Excerpt:
Frosted grass crackled under his boots. It was a cold night, cold and dark. There were so few stars here, only distant glimmers in the sky, and down in this hidden valley on a desolate planet at the edge of the galaxy, the last fire was going out. He tucked his hands into his sleeves and sat down on a log, staring at what was left, watching the glow of red and orange turn to grey and fade into ashes. Around him the camp was settling in for the night, growing quiet. There would be peace, he could stay out here all night and meditate.
The coward's way out, he told himself softly, watching his breath cloud and then fade away. Don't think, meditate. Don't think about where you are and what you'll be doing come morning. Don't think about who you are--
Even if he had known who he was. He had been so many things. Identities collected like shells on a beach, treated roughly, broken one by one. Student, teacher, object lesson. Padawan, knight, master, failure. Diplomat, peacekeeper, general, refugee. Now he was a lonely man sitting in the dark, wearing the robes of the order that had raised him and trained him over the uniform of an army he had led to defeat, sifting through the fragments of his past in the hope that they still held something of value. The night was eerily silent. He could hear his own heart beat. If he found something, would he even recognize it any more?
Whispers Remain