|darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback,|
@ 2005-01-11 21:05:00
Original poster: glasshouseslive
Hello Campers! I found this little gem on the writer's site and *not* on MA. I'd never read it before (it was written in 2000), and I owe several recs, so I'm jumping back in on my crutches.
Title: Lives of the Artists
Authors email: email@example.com
LJ ID: flambeau
Link to the story: http://strangeplaces.net/torch/artists.h
Reason for recommending: Not a word out of place. This is culture building in 16K. And deep insights into Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's fundamental personalities in the same 16K. Read it slowly, and savor it like Qui savors the zhai he's drinking. Oh, and much of the story is hot sex. Yes, all in 16K. Each word counts for so much; this is a drabble on steroids.
Plus there's not enough Qui-as-a-not-so-closet-hedonist fic out there.
A quick rap on the door heralded Red Fingers' return. "A client," he said, leaving the door ajar as he stepped into the room. "A client for you, actually--he was most insistent that it was you he wanted to see and no one else. He's quite, well, you know," Red Fingers made a face, "*young*."
"That's all right," Qui-Gon said, hiding his amusement.
"Are you sure?"
Qui-Gon nodded. The zhai hummed softly along his nerves. "I said at the outset that I don't have a problem with it." He wasn't Ukay, after all. Youth had its attractions.