darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-11-15 21:39:00 |
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Original poster: raina_at
My last rec! I can't believe this is over, and my rec pile isn't that much smaller. Means I'll have to volunteer again, I guess.
So, here goes. I'll leave you with one last mood piece.
Title: Cold
Author: Hilary
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: none
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: padawanhilary@gonwan.com, padawanhilary
Link to story: Cold
Reasons for recommending: This story is part of a series of post-Knighting PWPs, and though they're all good, and I recommend to read all of them, this one stuck with me. It's gorgeous, and it's - in accordance with what almost passes as a theme for my recs - a wonderful mood piece. I adore the atmosphere, the language, the descriptions, the relationship, the delicately outlined differences between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. I'm a long-standing fan of Hilary's work, and this is one of the prime examples why I think she's one of the outstanding writers in the fandom, because every word she writes in this just rings true.
Quote from story: "It is amazing," Obi-Wan agreed, leaning closer to his master. "Beautiful, but dangerous." He bent and took up a shard of once-molten glass. It was a deep, wet-looking black and very cold, even through the sub-freezing-appropriate mittens he wore. "Why do you suppose so many things meet that description?"
Qui-Gon cast a look at his former apprentice, still inquisitive so many years after his training had ended. The master appraised the features that he had fallen in love with long ago--features that he continued to fall in love with as they changed and matured.
"Sometimes, beauty is a warning," he said, and Obi-Wan listened intently, though he had heard this many times before. "Many poisonous creatures and flowers are brightly colored and beautiful. Sometimes," he added quietly, stepping closer and placing a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, "the danger of beauty is that there is no poison. We simply lose ourselves in it and never... ever wish to come out again." His voice had grown very soft, and now he stared at his lover unabashedly, realizing for the ten-thousandth time that he was, himself, lost.
Obi-Wan pushed his furred hood back a bit so that he could better see Qui-Gon's eyes. "I can't tell where the lesson ended and the desire began, Master," he teased.
Smiling in return, Qui-Gon shook his head a little. "They've been one and the same since you became a man, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan grinned broadly, unable to help himself. "I love you too, Qui-Gon," he sighed, touched.