darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-06-08 19:14:00 |
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Original poster: ausmac
TITLE: SILENT LEGACY
Author: Black Rose
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Warnings: The author warns for extreme AU and violence. Since Obi-Wan is a vampire at the start of the story and therefore dead, it could be considered a death fic.
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: darthneko
lenoirrose@softhome.net.
http://www.digitalmidnight.net/
The story isn't archived on Rose's site, the only place I could immediately locate it was at the SWA-L archive at http://www.squidge.org/swal/fic/silentl
There was a sequel, which may have been incomplete, but it is no longer available online.
Reasons for recommending:
A few authors (including me) have tried to write Qui/Obi vampire fic, but this is absolutely, classifiably, the best. Talk about yer angst, mate, this positively drips angst. This is not a pretty story, it's about anguish and hunger and desperation that made me positively ache when I read it. Not many writers make me feel the kind of twitching emotional reaction to a story that Rose did with this one.
Quote from the story:
Qui-Gon looked into dark eyes, breath rasping. Obi-Wan dipped his head, cold lips brushing the Jedi Master's cheek, trailing down across his jaw. "Do you know," he whispered, breath caressing, "how much I want you? Waking to your smell, your heartbeat, the sound of your breath... do you know what this hunger is like? Do you have any idea?"
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, shivering helplessly as those lips brushed feather light against his throat. A dream, it had been a dream...but he knew, feeling that soft touch, that it was anything but. [I don't understand...]
"No." Obi-Wan moved back, breathing the word against his lips. The pull of that empty nothingness forced his head back, pushed until his eyes opened, meeting the dark ones above him. "No, you don't." Soft, almost dreamy, a throaty whisper. "But you can."
Go. Read. Be one with the dark.