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[Star Wars] a busy solitude (Obi-Wan gen)
Title: a busy solitude
Fandom: Star Wars
Length: 552 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Star Wars, Obi-Wan and ghost!Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan is long past loneliness when Qui-Gon appears, very long past.
Pairing: Obi-Wan gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: A Jedi transcends the things which are not valuable in the long run: excess attachment, pain, sadness. Even loneliness, although this one has always been hard for Obi-Wan.
A Jedi transcends the things which are not valuable in the long run: excess attachment, pain, sadness. Even loneliness, although this one has always been hard for Obi-Wan. He can hardly remember a time when there weren't people around him. His only childhood memories involve his family, running and playing with his brother; then it was off to the Temple, where no one had a moment's privacy. There was Qui-Gon, and then Anakin, and the whole Council, but now he was alone.
Obi-Wan did not hate Tatooine. There was nothing objectively wrong with the planet. It was hot and hard to live there, but that was just like a million other planets he'd seen over the years. People lived here, good people and bad people, fighting the suns and making lives. Obi-Wan admired that.
But the sand drifted, all the time, and it didn't do much for companionship. He was talking to himself by the end of the first day, and he only rarely dared to make a trip to town. He knew the reputation he garnered: a the crazy old hermit, possibly dangerous. It was a good cover, he thought -- Jedi were never seen as off-balance (at least, not the ones that the general public saw; Obi-Wan knew, all too well, what a rogue Jedi could become), and rarely were they hermetic.
By the time that Qui-Gon first appeared to him, he was no longer lonely. His own mind was the only company he needed. This could be a dangerous thing: without another around, he could slip into unproductive thought, slide sideways into darkness unchecked, but Obi-Wan kept track himself, like a good Jedi master would. If he ever thought that the Dark Side would truly defeat him, he'd walk out his front door and keep walking, away from civilization, and let nature take its course.
He saw Qui-Gon for the first time six years after the death of Anakin Skywalker and the ensuing rise of Darth Vader. At first, Obi-Wan thought that the Force ghost was only a mirage. He went indoors and drank some water.
The ghost followed him. When he turned back from the cup, it glimmered in the air before him, barely visible to normal eyes. Qui-Gon looked just like Obi-Wan remembered him, minus the gaping wounds; he might as well have been back in Padawan training, watching his master tease him for some infraction or another. He wanted to reach up and check for a ponytail.
"It has been a long time," Qui-Gon said, his voice echoing strangely through the small dwelling, "Obi-Wan Kenobi."
Obi-Wan wondered if acknowledging possible hallucinations was a good idea. On the one hand, it would only reinforce a problem, should one exist. On the other, this felt very real. He reached out with the Force. Very real indeed.
"Master Qui-Gon?" he said, wondering.
The ghost laughed. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd lost your tongue somewhere," he said. "Now, Obi-Wan, I have come to you for a reason."
Obi-Wan licked lips that were suddenly dry again. He sat down on his chair and began to listen. And he hadn't been lonely, but something cool and familiar settled into place around him.
It was nice to share a space with someone again.
Fandom: Star Wars
Length: 552 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Star Wars, Obi-Wan and ghost!Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan is long past loneliness when Qui-Gon appears, very long past.
Pairing: Obi-Wan gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: A Jedi transcends the things which are not valuable in the long run: excess attachment, pain, sadness. Even loneliness, although this one has always been hard for Obi-Wan.
A Jedi transcends the things which are not valuable in the long run: excess attachment, pain, sadness. Even loneliness, although this one has always been hard for Obi-Wan. He can hardly remember a time when there weren't people around him. His only childhood memories involve his family, running and playing with his brother; then it was off to the Temple, where no one had a moment's privacy. There was Qui-Gon, and then Anakin, and the whole Council, but now he was alone.
Obi-Wan did not hate Tatooine. There was nothing objectively wrong with the planet. It was hot and hard to live there, but that was just like a million other planets he'd seen over the years. People lived here, good people and bad people, fighting the suns and making lives. Obi-Wan admired that.
But the sand drifted, all the time, and it didn't do much for companionship. He was talking to himself by the end of the first day, and he only rarely dared to make a trip to town. He knew the reputation he garnered: a the crazy old hermit, possibly dangerous. It was a good cover, he thought -- Jedi were never seen as off-balance (at least, not the ones that the general public saw; Obi-Wan knew, all too well, what a rogue Jedi could become), and rarely were they hermetic.
By the time that Qui-Gon first appeared to him, he was no longer lonely. His own mind was the only company he needed. This could be a dangerous thing: without another around, he could slip into unproductive thought, slide sideways into darkness unchecked, but Obi-Wan kept track himself, like a good Jedi master would. If he ever thought that the Dark Side would truly defeat him, he'd walk out his front door and keep walking, away from civilization, and let nature take its course.
He saw Qui-Gon for the first time six years after the death of Anakin Skywalker and the ensuing rise of Darth Vader. At first, Obi-Wan thought that the Force ghost was only a mirage. He went indoors and drank some water.
The ghost followed him. When he turned back from the cup, it glimmered in the air before him, barely visible to normal eyes. Qui-Gon looked just like Obi-Wan remembered him, minus the gaping wounds; he might as well have been back in Padawan training, watching his master tease him for some infraction or another. He wanted to reach up and check for a ponytail.
"It has been a long time," Qui-Gon said, his voice echoing strangely through the small dwelling, "Obi-Wan Kenobi."
Obi-Wan wondered if acknowledging possible hallucinations was a good idea. On the one hand, it would only reinforce a problem, should one exist. On the other, this felt very real. He reached out with the Force. Very real indeed.
"Master Qui-Gon?" he said, wondering.
The ghost laughed. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd lost your tongue somewhere," he said. "Now, Obi-Wan, I have come to you for a reason."
Obi-Wan licked lips that were suddenly dry again. He sat down on his chair and began to listen. And he hadn't been lonely, but something cool and familiar settled into place around him.
It was nice to share a space with someone again.