tpm_flashback | Feast of Souls by Catnip

Title: Feast of Souls

Author: Catnip

Rating: PG

Pairing: Q/O, of sorts

Warnings:

I feel a little stupid for even doing warnings
since the fic follows canon - ie, Qui-Gon is dead,
but: character death. Also, possible food squick. :)

Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id:
wcoomber@coppervalley.bc.ca

Link to story:
http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/f/feastofsouls.html

Reasons for recommending: Most of my favorite Q/O
stories are quite long and plotty. This one's
neither, but it's found its way onto my hard drive
as one of my all-time favorites. It's a
beautifully written, succinct little fic about
grief and acceptance. It also cleverly explains
canonical events in the original trilogy that
don't quite match up with another event in TPM.

Caveat: Don't eat while reading.

Quote from story:

He listened, enchanted by the beauty of it, the
stark simplicity of that one pure note that
carried such longing and grief. He could sit here
forever and listen to it, meditate with it, let
his soul weep with it ...

Until the echoes returned, adding ugly, discordant
notes to the beautiful sound. The keening turned
into harsh, barking sobs, blaring to his ears, as
though they were coming from right next to him.

He felt the broad, callused palm of Qui-Gon's hand
resting on his forehead, as it had done a hundred
times in the past. It was warm and moist against
Obi-Wan's cold skin, still pulsing with life. It
soothed him and touched the places in his heart
and soul he thought had died and shrivelled.
Unconsciously, he leaned towards it.