It doesn't change a thing, but even so... (closed)
WHO: Qui-Gon (answer2darkness) and Obi-Wan (taughttolisten)
WHERE: The roof of Hell Towers
WHEN: Halloween night (10/31/10), after the kids' performance of Dracula
WARNINGS: Not really
SUMMARY: After a mild surprise during the play, it's finally time for an honest conversation.
FORMAT: wooooooords
All evening, Obi-Wan had found himself having to stop and catch his breath.
There was no good way to explain it. There was no rational moment he could point to as the genesis of what had happened. One moment he and Qui-Gon had been sitting shoulder to shoulder, quietly companionable as ever--and then he'd noticed that they were more or less sharing the armrests between their seats, their hands millimeters apart.
It was unclear who, exactly, had initiated the contact. But in between one heartbeat and the next, there was a sudden shift, something changing in a small but irreversible way.
They had spent the entire show holding hands.
There were parts of the show he was certain he'd missed entirely, thanks to the bursts of pure electric emotion that would bubble up through his thoughts now and again. And there were scenes during which the warm familiarity between them faded entirely into the background--as if they had been this intimate their entire lives.
As if this were the way things should always have been.
Simple beautiful, Tank had said, and that was exactly how it felt. The lurking fear of darkness still prickled at the back of his mind, but above and beyond that was a tangle of joy and hope and confusion, a strangely brilliant feeling that was without the sting of jealousy or hate. The greatest conflict was in his mind, not his heart.
Obi-Wan knew he could not keep this to himself. He knew he could not simply pretend this had never happened. And he knew that, at last, he had no option other than to be honest about his feelings.
He didn't have to reach into the Force to locate his former Master. Shortly after they'd returned from the performance, Qui-Gon had headed up to the roof of the building, cloaked in his usual contemplative silence. And after nearly an hour of indecision, Obi-Wan had finally decided to follow him--to see if he could discover, once and for all, what lay behind that silence.
Even if it meant rejection, even if it meant he had shamed his Master's long faith in his ability to be a good Jedi... he had to clear the air.
WHERE: The roof of Hell Towers
WHEN: Halloween night (10/31/10), after the kids' performance of Dracula
WARNINGS: Not really
SUMMARY: After a mild surprise during the play, it's finally time for an honest conversation.
FORMAT: wooooooords
All evening, Obi-Wan had found himself having to stop and catch his breath.
There was no good way to explain it. There was no rational moment he could point to as the genesis of what had happened. One moment he and Qui-Gon had been sitting shoulder to shoulder, quietly companionable as ever--and then he'd noticed that they were more or less sharing the armrests between their seats, their hands millimeters apart.
It was unclear who, exactly, had initiated the contact. But in between one heartbeat and the next, there was a sudden shift, something changing in a small but irreversible way.
They had spent the entire show holding hands.
There were parts of the show he was certain he'd missed entirely, thanks to the bursts of pure electric emotion that would bubble up through his thoughts now and again. And there were scenes during which the warm familiarity between them faded entirely into the background--as if they had been this intimate their entire lives.
As if this were the way things should always have been.
Simple beautiful, Tank had said, and that was exactly how it felt. The lurking fear of darkness still prickled at the back of his mind, but above and beyond that was a tangle of joy and hope and confusion, a strangely brilliant feeling that was without the sting of jealousy or hate. The greatest conflict was in his mind, not his heart.
Obi-Wan knew he could not keep this to himself. He knew he could not simply pretend this had never happened. And he knew that, at last, he had no option other than to be honest about his feelings.
He didn't have to reach into the Force to locate his former Master. Shortly after they'd returned from the performance, Qui-Gon had headed up to the roof of the building, cloaked in his usual contemplative silence. And after nearly an hour of indecision, Obi-Wan had finally decided to follow him--to see if he could discover, once and for all, what lay behind that silence.
Even if it meant rejection, even if it meant he had shamed his Master's long faith in his ability to be a good Jedi... he had to clear the air.