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anghraineI finally finished the last of my backlog of (mostly) drabble prompts - one set took six weeks because I fail. On the upside, I've stayed caught up with my classes.
title: if we collided
verse: Luke goes to Alderaan, Leia goes to Tatooine; prompt:biichan
“Leia! We’ve got company!”
Of course he couldn’t hold them off for more than a few seconds. She shot a narrow-eyed glance over her shoulder, then rushed forward, running her fingers over the entry pad. The door whooshed open.
A slim, fair-haired boy of about her own age was curled up on a bench. He stretched and yawned, then opened his eyes to look up at her.
Leia caught her breath, feeling as stunned as she had when she’d first caught sight of his hologram. She didn’t know what it was -- not just a silly crush, whatever Han said -- but she knew she had to get him out of here.
He sat up, eyeing her with all the suspicion of a Rebel prince who’d been at the mercy of the Empire for a month. “Who are you?”
“I’m Leia Skywalker,” she told him, and lifted her chin. “I’m here to rescue you.”
title: looking for a golden light
verse: P&P/ATLA fusion, P&P characters in ATLA setting; prompt: now explain why you glow in the dark; frombiichan
(This is one of the ones that took week on ends to do, partly because of research but mostly because the goal was to retain Austen's domestic focus, so not involving any epic battles or Avatars or anything. It took me ages to figure out a way to have glowing that didn't involve the Avatar State, and then I just felt stupid.)
Darak didn't like the obscure Earth Kingdom village he'd had the misfortune to find himself in. He didn't like their muddy little stream and he didn't like the local dances and he didn't like Baelin's house (or relatives), and he didn't like the men of the village and he didn't much like the women either. Baelin couldn't possibly be considering staying here—
Except it was Baelin. He very well might.
Darak had never thought of himself as a sentimental man. Still, as Ru and Huan exchanged banal nothings over tea, and Baelin babbled about someone called Zhen, he couldn't help a sudden sharp longing for his own family and his own people. His gaze, almost of its own will, turned northward.
Baelin was still chattering at his sisters. Darak quietly excused himself and wandered out onto a small balcony. The stars were dim tonight, blotted out by the full harvest moon. At home, he and Kuro would be taking the opportunity to put their skills against each other, when each was at his most powerful, then perhaps teaching Jianka some advanced techniques that normally she couldn't yet manage.
The elders might not approve, but never mind them. His sister needed to be able to defend herself, even now. Particularly now.
His lips thinned. Darak glanced away from the moon, at the cheerful glow behind him, then back to the moonlit night. He grabbed one of the waterskins he carried with him—really, three? Kuro had scoffed—and tossed the water over the ledge, bending it into ice as it fell. With another glance over his shoulder, he leapt over the railing and slid down. What Baelin didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
He recovered his water, put the waterskin back on his belt, and hurried away from the house, into Baelin's park. Here, he wouldn't be bothered by any other human being—nobody could have a legitimate reason to trespass at this hour. An illegitimate one, perhaps; Baelin had said something about poachers.
Darak strolled on, supremely indifferent to any danger. He would not have feared them at the worst of times. Walking under the golden moon in the heart of the Earth Kingdom, he did not fear anything. No earthbender but Avatar Kyoshi could threaten him tonight.
Fortunately, no trespassers—earthbenders or otherwise—crossed his path, and he ducked into the small wood at the edge of Baelin's lands. The trees all but blotted out the light of the moon and stars, leaving him in dark, peaceful solitude, until he caught sight of a dull, flickering glow, not far away. Perhaps the poachers were here.
He scowled and hurried forward, pausing only when he heard the crackle of fire. Darak's fingers curled around his waterskins.
He slipped through the trees, then stopped as the unsteady gleams resolved into weak bursts of flame, emerging from the fists of a young Earth Kingdom girl. Earth Kingdom by apparel and appearance, anyway; she was far too small to be the Avatar.
Interesting.
The girl, illuminated by the glow of her own bending, continued to practice what he could only assume constituted firebending forms. He didn't know any firebenders personally and had little understanding of the art, but her movements seemed a little awkward, untutored. But then, how would a young firebender find a master here? She must be talented, to bend even so well as this, with no proper training and no sunlight.
The girl stopped to scrub sweat off her brow and dropped to the ground, leaning an elbow on her knee. A small flame flickered on her other hand, then went out when she heaved a loud sigh.
Darak jerked away. She might be a trespasser, but she wasn't a vandal, and he certainly had no intention of attacking an untrained firebender in the middle of the night. There was no appropriate reason to keep watching her. Besides, Baelin might very well have missed him by now, if he'd finished listing Zhen's many perfections. Darak headed back towards the house without another glance at the firebender.
There was something familiar about her, he thought, and felt a vague sense of interest. Perhaps he'd see her again.
title: pillars of sand
verse: canon-compliant; prompt Obi-Wan, "Viva la Vida" (from the music meme); fromprimeideal
Obi-Wan had never thought of his Coruscant apartments as luxurious. He had taken a vow of poverty when he became Qui-Gon's padawan, and been happy to do so.
He supposed he should have guessed, from Anakin's initial shock, that the Order's standard of poverty and Tatooine's were not quite the same. It was one thing to live quietly in spare, colourless rooms, possessing nothing but a few sparse furnishings. He was a Jedi Knight and victorious general; the Order and the Senate had naturally provided him with both the necessities and small comforts of life, and would have been glad to do more.
He had never asked for more; he was a Jedi, called to the ascetic life. But compared to the living he now eked out of the desert, that life was positively decadent.
title: upon his shoulders
verse: canon-compliant; prompt: any movie canon, "For unto us a child is born" (from the music meme); fromprimeideal
Luke and Leia Skywalker were scarcely a few minutes ago when Yoda, Bail Organa, and Obi-Wan Kenobi decided their fates.
Luke was the oldest, his father's son and heir. He would bear Anakin's name and fulfill his destiny, destroying the Sith for good. He would take up Anakin's place as warrior and conqueror and vessel of the Force. He would continue the Jedi even when all others failed.
Leia was Padmé's daughter. She would be raised by Padmé's allies and bear their name, shaped into princess, queen, and senator. She would fight when necessary, but depend more on her words than her blaster. She would not be chosen by the Jedi, but instead bear the hopes of the Republic.
wonderful, counsellor; the prince of peace; everlasting father
Twenty-two years later, Leia Organa would resign from the Rebellion's leadership, taking up a uniform and blaster and accompanying her lover into battle. Her brother, tossing his lightsaber aside, would choose peace.
And Anakin Skywalker's destiny would be his own.
title: too late to go back to sleep
verse: canon-compliant; prompt: Anakin, "Defying Gravity" (from the music meme); fromprimeideal
Darth Vader was incapable of weakness or exhaustion. The Dark Side had lifted him above such things—he believed. He had told himself he believed.
He didn't know. He had changed again; it didn't matter any more. Nothing mattered, except his son's agonizing death, and his daughter about to be captured on the moon below.
Anakin knew Palpatine's lightning would kill him. Separate him from the last of his family. Grant death the final victory over him, and possibly accomplish nothing. He didn't care. He was tired, and the Skywalkers had had enough—enough of masters, enough of suffering at the hands of their masters, enough grudging submission.
After everything, there was still something he could do for his family. He would keep his children free, or die trying.
title: if we collided
verse: Luke goes to Alderaan, Leia goes to Tatooine; prompt:
biichan “Leia! We’ve got company!”
Of course he couldn’t hold them off for more than a few seconds. She shot a narrow-eyed glance over her shoulder, then rushed forward, running her fingers over the entry pad. The door whooshed open.
A slim, fair-haired boy of about her own age was curled up on a bench. He stretched and yawned, then opened his eyes to look up at her.
Leia caught her breath, feeling as stunned as she had when she’d first caught sight of his hologram. She didn’t know what it was -- not just a silly crush, whatever Han said -- but she knew she had to get him out of here.
He sat up, eyeing her with all the suspicion of a Rebel prince who’d been at the mercy of the Empire for a month. “Who are you?”
“I’m Leia Skywalker,” she told him, and lifted her chin. “I’m here to rescue you.”
title: looking for a golden light
verse: P&P/ATLA fusion, P&P characters in ATLA setting; prompt: now explain why you glow in the dark; from
biichan (This is one of the ones that took week on ends to do, partly because of research but mostly because the goal was to retain Austen's domestic focus, so not involving any epic battles or Avatars or anything. It took me ages to figure out a way to have glowing that didn't involve the Avatar State, and then I just felt stupid.)
Darak didn't like the obscure Earth Kingdom village he'd had the misfortune to find himself in. He didn't like their muddy little stream and he didn't like the local dances and he didn't like Baelin's house (or relatives), and he didn't like the men of the village and he didn't much like the women either. Baelin couldn't possibly be considering staying here—
Except it was Baelin. He very well might.
Darak had never thought of himself as a sentimental man. Still, as Ru and Huan exchanged banal nothings over tea, and Baelin babbled about someone called Zhen, he couldn't help a sudden sharp longing for his own family and his own people. His gaze, almost of its own will, turned northward.
Baelin was still chattering at his sisters. Darak quietly excused himself and wandered out onto a small balcony. The stars were dim tonight, blotted out by the full harvest moon. At home, he and Kuro would be taking the opportunity to put their skills against each other, when each was at his most powerful, then perhaps teaching Jianka some advanced techniques that normally she couldn't yet manage.
The elders might not approve, but never mind them. His sister needed to be able to defend herself, even now. Particularly now.
His lips thinned. Darak glanced away from the moon, at the cheerful glow behind him, then back to the moonlit night. He grabbed one of the waterskins he carried with him—really, three? Kuro had scoffed—and tossed the water over the ledge, bending it into ice as it fell. With another glance over his shoulder, he leapt over the railing and slid down. What Baelin didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
He recovered his water, put the waterskin back on his belt, and hurried away from the house, into Baelin's park. Here, he wouldn't be bothered by any other human being—nobody could have a legitimate reason to trespass at this hour. An illegitimate one, perhaps; Baelin had said something about poachers.
Darak strolled on, supremely indifferent to any danger. He would not have feared them at the worst of times. Walking under the golden moon in the heart of the Earth Kingdom, he did not fear anything. No earthbender but Avatar Kyoshi could threaten him tonight.
Fortunately, no trespassers—earthbenders or otherwise—crossed his path, and he ducked into the small wood at the edge of Baelin's lands. The trees all but blotted out the light of the moon and stars, leaving him in dark, peaceful solitude, until he caught sight of a dull, flickering glow, not far away. Perhaps the poachers were here.
He scowled and hurried forward, pausing only when he heard the crackle of fire. Darak's fingers curled around his waterskins.
He slipped through the trees, then stopped as the unsteady gleams resolved into weak bursts of flame, emerging from the fists of a young Earth Kingdom girl. Earth Kingdom by apparel and appearance, anyway; she was far too small to be the Avatar.
Interesting.
The girl, illuminated by the glow of her own bending, continued to practice what he could only assume constituted firebending forms. He didn't know any firebenders personally and had little understanding of the art, but her movements seemed a little awkward, untutored. But then, how would a young firebender find a master here? She must be talented, to bend even so well as this, with no proper training and no sunlight.
The girl stopped to scrub sweat off her brow and dropped to the ground, leaning an elbow on her knee. A small flame flickered on her other hand, then went out when she heaved a loud sigh.
Darak jerked away. She might be a trespasser, but she wasn't a vandal, and he certainly had no intention of attacking an untrained firebender in the middle of the night. There was no appropriate reason to keep watching her. Besides, Baelin might very well have missed him by now, if he'd finished listing Zhen's many perfections. Darak headed back towards the house without another glance at the firebender.
There was something familiar about her, he thought, and felt a vague sense of interest. Perhaps he'd see her again.
title: pillars of sand
verse: canon-compliant; prompt Obi-Wan, "Viva la Vida" (from the music meme); from
primeideal Obi-Wan had never thought of his Coruscant apartments as luxurious. He had taken a vow of poverty when he became Qui-Gon's padawan, and been happy to do so.
He supposed he should have guessed, from Anakin's initial shock, that the Order's standard of poverty and Tatooine's were not quite the same. It was one thing to live quietly in spare, colourless rooms, possessing nothing but a few sparse furnishings. He was a Jedi Knight and victorious general; the Order and the Senate had naturally provided him with both the necessities and small comforts of life, and would have been glad to do more.
He had never asked for more; he was a Jedi, called to the ascetic life. But compared to the living he now eked out of the desert, that life was positively decadent.
title: upon his shoulders
verse: canon-compliant; prompt: any movie canon, "For unto us a child is born" (from the music meme); from
primeideal Luke and Leia Skywalker were scarcely a few minutes ago when Yoda, Bail Organa, and Obi-Wan Kenobi decided their fates.
Luke was the oldest, his father's son and heir. He would bear Anakin's name and fulfill his destiny, destroying the Sith for good. He would take up Anakin's place as warrior and conqueror and vessel of the Force. He would continue the Jedi even when all others failed.
Leia was Padmé's daughter. She would be raised by Padmé's allies and bear their name, shaped into princess, queen, and senator. She would fight when necessary, but depend more on her words than her blaster. She would not be chosen by the Jedi, but instead bear the hopes of the Republic.
wonderful, counsellor; the prince of peace; everlasting father
Twenty-two years later, Leia Organa would resign from the Rebellion's leadership, taking up a uniform and blaster and accompanying her lover into battle. Her brother, tossing his lightsaber aside, would choose peace.
And Anakin Skywalker's destiny would be his own.
title: too late to go back to sleep
verse: canon-compliant; prompt: Anakin, "Defying Gravity" (from the music meme); from
primeideal Darth Vader was incapable of weakness or exhaustion. The Dark Side had lifted him above such things—he believed. He had told himself he believed.
He didn't know. He had changed again; it didn't matter any more. Nothing mattered, except his son's agonizing death, and his daughter about to be captured on the moon below.
Anakin knew Palpatine's lightning would kill him. Separate him from the last of his family. Grant death the final victory over him, and possibly accomplish nothing. He didn't care. He was tired, and the Skywalkers had had enough—enough of masters, enough of suffering at the hands of their masters, enough grudging submission.
After everything, there was still something he could do for his family. He would keep his children free, or die trying.
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on 2012-05-12 05:31 am (UTC)i tried really hard to like avatar but i just couldn't. however, what i did watch allows me to appreciate this ficlet. of course darcy would be a waterbender. now he is literally icy. :D
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on 2012-05-12 05:44 am (UTC)Couldn't decide if E would be a firebender or earthbender, but this way Hunsford can be a midday duel where she utterly defeats him. Still deciding how to work a snide wet shirt joke in, however.
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on 2012-05-12 02:48 pm (UTC)"Upon his shoulders" and "too late to go back to sleep" are probably my favorites. Oh, so much love!
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on 2012-05-12 04:04 pm (UTC)Those are probably my favourites, too. The easiest to write, anyway. Side-eyeing the life path-set-at-birth thing/Anakin rebelling seem to come naturally!
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on 2012-05-13 03:11 pm (UTC)Oh, yes, such wonderful side-eying, and such marvelous Anakin!badassery, too!!! See above on: my happy place.
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on 2012-05-18 02:18 am (UTC)Honestly, it makes my day to even be mentioned in the same sentence as irnan, so I'm completely flattered. Thank you again!
Badass!Anakin is the best Anakin, I feel.
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on 2012-05-19 11:52 pm (UTC)Totally. Anakin is all kinds of badass, always forever.