The Sailor and the Stars, by Hth
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tpm_flashbackTitle: The Sailor and the Stars
Author: Hth
Rating: PG
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: None
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: hth29@hotmail.com; as far as I know she doesn't have an lj. I'd be happy to be told otherwise, though.
Link to story: The Sailor and the Stars
Reasons for recommending: I don't even really know why I like this story so much. Maybe because it's unconventional. Maybe because it's so very Qui-Gon. Maybe because I've always had a weakness for stories set by the sea.
The story is short, but there's a lot of backstory in it. Qui-Gon is bitter and lonely, his doubts about and resentment of the Jedi code, his choice of a simple life, all rings very true for his character. It's also very much a mood piece, and well, I love mood pieces.
The story is part of a series, most of Hth's other stories in the archive are also part of that series, but you can read it as a stand-alone.
Also, I very much wanted to rec this because I've never seen it recced before, and I think that's a shame, because as far as TPM mood pieces go, this is one of my favourites.
Quote from story: The Code used to make me a Jedi, used to be my goal to strive for and my reason to live through the years of imperfection and self-doubt and regrets. Until I stood in the center of a ring of Jedi and swallowed my hard-won, sustaining pride to softly plead my case. Leave him with me. I am not the teacher Yoda is, but he flourishes best where he has love on his side. Leave him with me. I am twice the Jedi I was before him. We teach each other. Leave him with me. The Light Side is compassion. Let us be happy.
And they crucified me on the Code. //There is no emotion....//
//But what we feel for one another-
//There is no passion...
//Dammit, listen to me!
//This is as much for you as for the boy.
//This is a punishment?
//This is a lesson to be learned....//
It leaves my head some of the time, but never for long. Their voices, cold with purity and correctness. Me, begging - *begging* for their intervention - capable of that for his sake, but not capable of saying goodbye to him. Never once telling him that what I felt for him was love.
Author: Hth
Rating: PG
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: None
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: hth29@hotmail.com; as far as I know she doesn't have an lj. I'd be happy to be told otherwise, though.
Link to story: The Sailor and the Stars
Reasons for recommending: I don't even really know why I like this story so much. Maybe because it's unconventional. Maybe because it's so very Qui-Gon. Maybe because I've always had a weakness for stories set by the sea.
The story is short, but there's a lot of backstory in it. Qui-Gon is bitter and lonely, his doubts about and resentment of the Jedi code, his choice of a simple life, all rings very true for his character. It's also very much a mood piece, and well, I love mood pieces.
The story is part of a series, most of Hth's other stories in the archive are also part of that series, but you can read it as a stand-alone.
Also, I very much wanted to rec this because I've never seen it recced before, and I think that's a shame, because as far as TPM mood pieces go, this is one of my favourites.
Quote from story: The Code used to make me a Jedi, used to be my goal to strive for and my reason to live through the years of imperfection and self-doubt and regrets. Until I stood in the center of a ring of Jedi and swallowed my hard-won, sustaining pride to softly plead my case. Leave him with me. I am not the teacher Yoda is, but he flourishes best where he has love on his side. Leave him with me. I am twice the Jedi I was before him. We teach each other. Leave him with me. The Light Side is compassion. Let us be happy.
And they crucified me on the Code. //There is no emotion....//
//But what we feel for one another-
//There is no passion...
//Dammit, listen to me!
//This is as much for you as for the boy.
//This is a punishment?
//This is a lesson to be learned....//
It leaves my head some of the time, but never for long. Their voices, cold with purity and correctness. Me, begging - *begging* for their intervention - capable of that for his sake, but not capable of saying goodbye to him. Never once telling him that what I felt for him was love.
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Date: 2004-10-20 08:06 pm (UTC)That's the only thing I found for a website, via the wayback machine. I'm not sure if the website is down permanently or it's a temporary thing. The links to the TPM stories are ancient and point to the 3 versions back sockiipress.org website. The email address listed on the stories on the archive is the same one listed on that website, so as of January of 04 that seems to still be the active address.