a miscellaney
Feb. 16th, 2012 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardAha! I think I have figured out where the lady Obi-Wan story is going; it's pulling a little more from the EU than I've done elsewhere, because it's set right in the middle of the Clone Wars and there's very little movie canon to go off there. And by that I mean none, which is tough considering that the middle of the Clone Wars is the period I usually right. It still has no real reason to be genderfuck, except that it's messing around a bit with the relationship and the characterization. Also because it allows me to write scenes like this:
I LIKE CLOTHES AND HAIR, OKAY. And lady!Obi-Wan is vain about her hair, okay, leave me alone, it's one of the touchstones of my characterization. (lady!Anakin, on the other hand, isn't, but this is irrelevant until we get to the other genderfuck story I've started doodling, which is lady!Anakin and dude!Obi-Wan, where so far I've spent a long time talking about Anakin's legs and am about to move on to her breasts. I...am so, so sorry. Also, by a long time, I mean, like, two sentences.) (As an aside, Obi-Wan's hair here is actually one of Leia's hairstyles from RotJ. /nerd)
Margarita Levieva for lady!Anakin y/n/maybe?
Okay, as I have used this paper as an excuse not go to Muses today, I should actually write it. (Muses, too crazy for me, plus I've got homework which I'm trying to get around to doing.)
Obi-Wan is saved from formulating a response to this extraordinary statement by the arrival of a droid carrying a pile of clothing and, more importantly, the key to Anakin’s binders. He seizes on this with an expression of great relief, while Obi-Wan thanks the droid and inspects the clothes. Not her clothes, or anything she’d wear under normal circumstances: tight dark pants, with a pale purple tunic beneath a deep violet leather jerkin with pearl buttons on the collar and cuffs. Anakin gives her a deeply appreciative look as she sits down on the edge of the hospital bed to pull on the matching boots, wincing as the movement pulls at her bandaged wounds. He grins at her in apology when she raises an eyebrow, then holds out a hairbrush.
Obi-Wan drags it through her hair, which she then separates out into four sections, braiding each of them and wrapping two around the crown of her head, then coiling the others around each other in a figure eight at the nape of her neck and pinning them into place. Anakin watches her silently, handing her pin after pin until everything seems secure.
I LIKE CLOTHES AND HAIR, OKAY. And lady!Obi-Wan is vain about her hair, okay, leave me alone, it's one of the touchstones of my characterization. (lady!Anakin, on the other hand, isn't, but this is irrelevant until we get to the other genderfuck story I've started doodling, which is lady!Anakin and dude!Obi-Wan, where so far I've spent a long time talking about Anakin's legs and am about to move on to her breasts. I...am so, so sorry. Also, by a long time, I mean, like, two sentences.) (As an aside, Obi-Wan's hair here is actually one of Leia's hairstyles from RotJ. /nerd)
Margarita Levieva for lady!Anakin y/n/maybe?
Okay, as I have used this paper as an excuse not go to Muses today, I should actually write it. (Muses, too crazy for me, plus I've got homework which I'm trying to get around to doing.)