Excerpt: A Perfect Balance of Things
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sanerontheinsideoriginal post
Awyisssssss!!!!
Technically, I have an au of that sort, A Perfect Balance of Things. Slight difference being that while Master Jinn didn’t exactly leave the Order after his second Padawan’s Fall, he did very much give them the finger and stayed on Bandomeer. Ten years later he meets a washed out Initiate and wonders what the hap is still fuckening on Coruscant.
It’s sort of hanging at the moment and I haven’t thought it completely through, but there, yes, it exists. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I did poke it a bit because someone found it a few days ago and gave it a like. Also because of your ask. 😊
Obi-Wan’s mind refuses to still. He finds it frustrating—embarrassing.
Pressed up against Master Jinn, he can’t help but think again of all his failures. Any second now, the Master will notice, will realise that Obi-Wan never belonged at the Temple, that he’s a washout for good reason—
A deep rumbling sigh presses the Master’s chest to Obi-Wan’s back, and man bends his head forward, nosing into Obi-Wan’s hair. “Little One.”
Obi-Wan tenses even more, if that were possible.
“It’s all right. You’ve not had an easy time of it here, have you?”
It isn’t really a question.
“Here.” Large hands slip under Obi-Wan’s, until they’re resting palm to palm. “The Force is all around you here, noisy. Even the Room of a Thousand Fountains isn’t quite like this, is it?”
No, Obi-Wan thinks to himself, it’s not. The Room is quieter, with the melodic chimes of fountains and small waterfalls in its various corners, and that rather large cascade of water in particular in the far end of the Room. The pools are clear as crystal, fresh and sweet.
Bandomeer is nothing like that. The greenhouse dome that they are sitting in now, warm and humid, is all wild, raucous life.
“Don’t try to shut so much of yourself away, Obi-Wan,” Master Jinn murmurs. “Stretch out, feel…”
The sensation he feels is not quite like being taken by the hand, yet not unlike. Without a bond to connect them, Master Jinn’s mind beckons to him and Obi-Wan follows, slowly gaining awareness—first, of the grass where they sit; then, of the closest tea plants. The scent of each strengthens in his mind, and a quiet happy brush of life returns to him as he reaches out, following the guidance of the Master.
See? In his mind’s eye, Obi-Wan feels Qui-Gon smile. It’s easier to meditate like this, here, the Master tells him.
And it is. It’s even easier when those large, warm hands gently rub warmth into his arms, and then press carefully into the knotted muscles of his shoulders and his neck. Obi-Wan isn’t quite sure what the Master is doing, but at the end of it, his headache drains away like it had never been there.
Thank you, he whispers, awed, even as his mind follows the Master’s through the whispering rows of tea plants.
“Of course, young one,” Qui-Gon murmurs above him.
blueeyedbookworm said: I'm halffway through Patrician :D! thats why i asked, it's lit a fire and i want more agricorp fics :) thank you though :3 it's a brilliant fic (i think might have to bite the bullet and write my own tbh)
Awyisssssss!!!!
Technically, I have an au of that sort, A Perfect Balance of Things. Slight difference being that while Master Jinn didn’t exactly leave the Order after his second Padawan’s Fall, he did very much give them the finger and stayed on Bandomeer. Ten years later he meets a washed out Initiate and wonders what the hap is still fuckening on Coruscant.
It’s sort of hanging at the moment and I haven’t thought it completely through, but there, yes, it exists. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I did poke it a bit because someone found it a few days ago and gave it a like. Also because of your ask. 😊
Obi-Wan’s mind refuses to still. He finds it frustrating—embarrassing.
Pressed up against Master Jinn, he can’t help but think again of all his failures. Any second now, the Master will notice, will realise that Obi-Wan never belonged at the Temple, that he’s a washout for good reason—
A deep rumbling sigh presses the Master’s chest to Obi-Wan’s back, and man bends his head forward, nosing into Obi-Wan’s hair. “Little One.”
Obi-Wan tenses even more, if that were possible.
“It’s all right. You’ve not had an easy time of it here, have you?”
It isn’t really a question.
“Here.” Large hands slip under Obi-Wan’s, until they’re resting palm to palm. “The Force is all around you here, noisy. Even the Room of a Thousand Fountains isn’t quite like this, is it?”
No, Obi-Wan thinks to himself, it’s not. The Room is quieter, with the melodic chimes of fountains and small waterfalls in its various corners, and that rather large cascade of water in particular in the far end of the Room. The pools are clear as crystal, fresh and sweet.
Bandomeer is nothing like that. The greenhouse dome that they are sitting in now, warm and humid, is all wild, raucous life.
“Don’t try to shut so much of yourself away, Obi-Wan,” Master Jinn murmurs. “Stretch out, feel…”
The sensation he feels is not quite like being taken by the hand, yet not unlike. Without a bond to connect them, Master Jinn’s mind beckons to him and Obi-Wan follows, slowly gaining awareness—first, of the grass where they sit; then, of the closest tea plants. The scent of each strengthens in his mind, and a quiet happy brush of life returns to him as he reaches out, following the guidance of the Master.
See? In his mind’s eye, Obi-Wan feels Qui-Gon smile. It’s easier to meditate like this, here, the Master tells him.
And it is. It’s even easier when those large, warm hands gently rub warmth into his arms, and then press carefully into the knotted muscles of his shoulders and his neck. Obi-Wan isn’t quite sure what the Master is doing, but at the end of it, his headache drains away like it had never been there.
Thank you, he whispers, awed, even as his mind follows the Master’s through the whispering rows of tea plants.
“Of course, young one,” Qui-Gon murmurs above him.
