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wintersday) wrote2020-12-31 10:04 pm
wintersday) wrote2020-12-31 10:04 pm
Entry tags:
- character: star wars: baze,
- character: star wars: chirrut,
- character: star wars: obi-wan,
- fandom: star wars: crossover,
- fandom: star wars: original trilogy,
- fandom: star wars: rogue one,
- fanfic,
- fanfic: length: under 1k,
- fanfic: rating: pg,
- fanfic: type: m/m,
- fanfic: type: poly,
- format: drabble,
- pairing: star wars: chirrut/obi-wan/baze,
- trope: au - canon divergence,
- trope: au - everybody lives,
- trope: character study,
- trope: fictional religion,
- trope: fluff,
- trope: romantic bittersweetness,
- trope: slice of life
Fic: Equilibrium
Title: Equilibrium
Fandom: Rogue One & Star Wars Original Trilogy
Major Characters/Pairings: Chirrut/Obi-Wan/Baze
Wordcount: 100 words
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary: A moment of peace in the midst of a war that went slightly differently
Notes: Originally written as a giftfic for Shadaras on AO3.
The best time is evening, when heat rises from baked clay but the air begins to cool. In the temple courtyard, Baze stands, watching a duel more meditation than violence. He can’t feel the Force – he trusts in Chirrut’s hands, not his mysteries – but he sees its ripples in flow and stillness.
Chirrut strikes, staff flashing. Obi-Wan, with one spare motion, deflects and turns, returns the blow. Despite his years, he’s fast. Chirrut bends back and slips away like water. Baze does nothing, weaponless, at ease.
Outside Jedha’s gravity well, the Empire waits. The desert is still. The dance continues.
Fandom: Rogue One & Star Wars Original Trilogy
Major Characters/Pairings: Chirrut/Obi-Wan/Baze
Wordcount: 100 words
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary: A moment of peace in the midst of a war that went slightly differently
Notes: Originally written as a giftfic for Shadaras on AO3.
The best time is evening, when heat rises from baked clay but the air begins to cool. In the temple courtyard, Baze stands, watching a duel more meditation than violence. He can’t feel the Force – he trusts in Chirrut’s hands, not his mysteries – but he sees its ripples in flow and stillness.
Chirrut strikes, staff flashing. Obi-Wan, with one spare motion, deflects and turns, returns the blow. Despite his years, he’s fast. Chirrut bends back and slips away like water. Baze does nothing, weaponless, at ease.
Outside Jedha’s gravity well, the Empire waits. The desert is still. The dance continues.