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tessiete · 3 years
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TESS I'm here and I'm in the mood for Obitine!! How about 13. “Hold my hand.”? Maybe a longer version of their last scene in the lawless? 👀 Or a fix - it if you feel like it! Aa I'm so happy you're taking prompts again!
WELL LOOKIE HERE!! Thank you so much!!! I've missed prompting, and it was such a delight to get back to something shorter, and in a different time period than what I've been writing! Just to shake things up. I tried to keep things short in the spirit of it all!
But I couldn't fix-it. You MONSTER. Look what you made me do.
I Want to Hold Your Hand
He holds her, and feels nothing but the weight of her. He does not feel her warmth, for he is clad in beskar’gam. He does not feel her heart beating, quickly now as her blood pressure drops, for his outpaces and outdrums it. He does not hear her breath catch over the burning hitch of tears in his own throat. He does not notice the eyes of every enemy upon him. He only sees her.
Her hair, so white as to be pure starlight. Her cheek, so pale as to be made of stone. Her lips - when was the last time he kissed them, and how could he have been so silly as to have forgotten? It’s important.
It hits him all at once that this is going to be the last thing he ever does with her. The last thing he ever asks. The last thing she will ever give to him - to anyone. And even though he so rarely asks for anything, he cannot help himself this time. It slips out from between lips pressed white and bloodless with grief lying in wait, ready for its inevitable escape, just waiting for the worst to pass. But not yet.
“Hold my hand,” she says, as though his thoughts are hers, and he wraps her hand in his gasping as she gives voice to his breathless need. “Oh, Ben,” she says.
With his other arm around her back, he pulls her close. He can feel her palm warm and soft in his own calloused grip, and marvels at it. How is it that this is fleeting? How can it be that this is almost gone? How can a hand so fine, and dexterous be moments away from the eternal stupor of death? What about the clever trick of her fingers as they card through his hair? What about the pleasant scrape of her nails across his skin? What of the beautiful rise and fall of tendons as they roll across the back of her hand like music? This isn’t possible. This isn’t possible, he thinks. Her hand is warm in his.
And her other is warm against his cheek, the soft pads of her fingers wiping away tears. He bows his head to hers. She cannot do that. That is how people say goodbye, and he will not.
“Satine,” he breathes, so that only she can hear. “This is not the end.”
“Of course not,” she laughs, but it is a tremulous thing, as though even her laughter is a memory. “You will go on,” she says. “You will do so many great things. Do not lose hope, Ben. Do not give up. Do not give in to fear and darkness.”
“Do not leave me in it, then,” he says.
She smiles. She is laughing at him. He remembers when she laughed at him before. He was so young. He had so much arrogance, and she had pride enough for both of them combined. Her mirth used to prick at him, and creep under his skin, and set fire to his muscle and bones until he felt like he might combust. If only he’d known then - if only he’d know sooner. They’d wasted so much time. He can feel it in the way the heat of her skin begins to cool, the way she’d cooled him, slaking his youthful lust with her touch. He presses her hand harder, urging it to ignite that fire in him once more, both the cause and the cure of his most reckless passions.
“I am not leaving you,” she says. “I am marching on ahead.”
“To where?” he asks.
“I shall tell you when I get there,” she says, and she is still smiling.
“Wait,” he says, appealing to her as though she is the arbiter of time, and space, and all things which govern the pathways of his life. “Please stay. I am here. Satine, I...I love -”
“Hush,” she says. A tear drops from his face to stain hers. “I know.”
He squeezes her hand.
“It will all be right in the end. Remember, my dear Obi-Wan,” she says. “I have loved you always. I always will.”
There is no gasping breath but his own. There is no heartbeat but his own. Her eyes close. Her hand turns cold, and limp, and she says nothing else. Everything is over. This is how she ends.
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katierosefun · 2 years
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Hi friend!! 14, 15, 16 for the asks? Hope you're having a lovely morning!
hiya kasey! thank you for the ask!! // from this ask game
14. Would you want to write canon for any of your fandoms (like be hired by showrunner to do an episode)? Which one?
oh geez . . . see, i think i really would adore the opportunity to ever write something canon in the star wars verse, just because the world is so rich that i can do whatever i want and it's still plausible enough to happen. (especially after watching visions and seeing all the beauty that came out of that show . . .)
but like, if the clone wars was still airing, i would very much so love to write an episode. i have no idea what it'd be about, but i'd want to write something mildly happy, i think.
and i suppose if beyond evil ever came back for a season 2 (kinda unlikely, since 95% of kdramas end with one season, which is honestly good, because that way, the show is much more geared towards telling a complete story, rather than writing to get a new season, which is p common in the american entertainment industry) . . . i think it would be really cool not to write an episode (because my writing in korean probably sucks), but even to be an assistant writer + work through some scenes would be really cool. (but also, i have enough trust in writer kim su jin to be just fine doing that on her own. which is why i would just be an assistant, quietly absorbing her genius and etc.)
15. Does font matter to you when you’re writing a draft?
oh my god, yes, it absolutely does. so like, back in 2020/early 2021, a lot of my drafts were written in times new roman because of my very academic-oriented self, but now i write a lot of fic in calibri, and i’m kind of in love with it. i think font does matter, because i’ve found that when i’m writing in calibri, i take a lot of the pressure off myself, and so it’s so much easier for me to just write as i wish.
16. 3 favorite comments ever received on fanfic.
even though i think i'm a bit notorious for not really answering comments on fic, i really do appreciate and adore all of them. i really do adore your comments specificially kasey (because you always seem to catch the sentences that i put the most meaning into/catch the rhythm in them, which is a term i've never used for my own writing, but i think you once mentioned it--which made my heart sing)--but here's some snippets from 3 separate comments that i love for reasons only known between me and god:
from you, on what died didn't stay dead:
Caroline. This is it—as far as I’m concerned, this IS the kenobi series. Your writing astounds me my friend. You belong in the writers room for a Star Wars show or writing the books like E.K. Johnson and I am absolutely not kidding. The way you had me hanging onto your every word—I couldn’t read this in one sitting because I was trying to decorate a Christmas tree and practice guitar and do the dishes but I kept having to STOP doing those things to read snippets of this fic. I couldn’t put it down. Your words had me absolutely completely and totally captivated.
from ann (@lightasthesun), on through the rain:
OMG CAROLINE. I think my soul passed into the force. THAT KISS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL OH. JSJSNJSJS JUST AAAAAAAAA. And your worldbuilding and take on their characters in contrast to each other — I love this very much and I can't wait to read any other codywan fic you'll ever upload!
from dee (@therandompasserbys), on last ones out:
i have no words even how to describe it. The way you set the theme as nostalgic recordings, and all the scenes after are like fleeting videos, it almost feels like vintage film playing on my mind -- even reading all the domestic fluff snippets i can feel the sense of looming, foreboding of what is coming. a sense of doom. and it's so beautiful, because that's the point of life isn't it? everything dies and everything ends, but it's up to us to make the most of it, to be happy as much as we could. and i think dongsik would understand it the most of all of them. which hurts even more, because joowon and miyeon are the one losing him, their rock. The whole mood of slowly growing aching, throbbing pain, and yet the happiness because they have their chance to be together, even though it's still too soon, they need more time, forever will still be too soon --
of course, there are literally so many more comments that i think about all the goddamn time, but for brevity's sake, i'll keep it to these three. but i really do read them over quite often, and they make me very grateful that i ever started sharing my writing in the first place--and that ultimately, no piece of writing is ever a waste. there are times when i might sometimes cringe a little at my past stories (like "oh god, what a clumsy sentence" and "lmao this was so self-indulgent, how silly of me" and "urrrrrgh why did i think this was good again?", and there's a whole thing about how some actors can't watch their own movies bc they're just so critical of their own work, and i feel similarly in that i can't really re-read my own writing anymore because my critical-ness goes into overdrive mode. but the comments--the comments i'll re-read any day, every day, because if someone enjoyed the story, then i'm grateful + i'm only glad that there were at least a few people who enjoyed the story!)
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I was tagged by @pandora15​ thank you!
1. Do you make your bed?
No.
2. What’s your favorite number?
uhhhh I don’t know? I don’t really have one. I don’t put a lot of thought into numbers.
3. What is your job?
I work retail.
4. If you could go back to school, would you?
That depends. High School? Yes. I’ve done a year and a half of college, but I think I picked the wrong major because I left for winter break and never went back...
5. Can you parallel park?
Nope.
6. A job you had that would surprise people?
I haven’t had any jobs that would surprise people.
7. Do you think aliens are real?
100% yes. 
8. Can you drive a manual car?
No.
9. What’s your guilty pleasure?
uhhhh....I...I don’t have any.
10. Tattoos?
Do I have any? No. Would I want to get one? Absolutely
11. Favorite color?
Black. Sometimes blue. It depends on the day I think 
12. Favorite type of music?
Alternative
13. Do you like puzzles?
You bet! I have nine (9) done so far and all of them have been mod podged. I just need frames for them!
14. Favorite childhood sport?
Didn’t do sports. Still don’t do sports.
15. Do you talk to yourself?
Yes. I don’t have anyone else to talk to, so I might as well talk to myself.
16. What movie do you adore?
Nightmare Before Christmas
17. Coffee or tea?
Neither.
18. First thing you wanted to be growing up?
Astronaut.
Tagging: @kckenobi @fiveshotsofjager @lightasthesun and anyone else that wants to do it!
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