scribbled doodles

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Because my Law & Society in Ancient Rome class is not as interesting as it sounds like it should be (well, if you like that sort of thing, which I do), I have started writing fic in class again, which I haven't done in a couple of years. It is mostly the equivalent of written doodling, which I think there might be a word for but which I can't think of right now. Some of it is me stubbornly trying to write a plot I really want to write, but which I need the leisure of a computer to do (like the Qui-Gon in the Clone Wars story, which I've tried to do about five times but which needs to be done on a computer), and then there are bits like this, which don't have any greater place to be:

"You're a Jedi too!" Ani says, and the moment that he and Obi-Wan lock eyes Qui-Gon feels it. Not a tremor in the Force, not the faint shimmer of warning or satisfaction that he's used to, but the equivalent of a full-body blow that leaves him mentally reeling, like standing too close to a tolling bell.

Skyyyyyyyywalker. Kenooooooobi.

It rolls across the Force, low and certain and pleased. Qui-Gon is glad that the aftermath of the fight covers up his disconcertion; Ani doesn't appear to notice it, nor does Obi-Wan, who is attuned enough to the Force that he certainly should. Instead he's looking at Ani with curiosity and faint amusement, a smile playing over his lips as he nods in answer to the statement.

"Anakin Skywalker, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi," Qui-Gon says, and feels it again as they shake hands -- that deep bell toll that almost covers up Ani's cheerful, "Pleased to meet you."

Skyyyyyyywalker. Kenooooooobi, he hears again, and then something like a click: everything slotting into place. The Force, usually content to lie quiescent, has stirred itself to motion. Qui-Gon is suddenly very aware of being merely a tool, a cog in the machine that's working inexorably togwards bringing Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi together.

So there's that sort of thing. Occasionally I tool out scenes from something else -- I try not to do stuff from anything I'm actively working on (I've done stuff from Border Wars -- my one Narnia contribution!), but little bits of backstory or forestory. Anything that involves description is going to be better for me than dialogue or action, which I prefer typing rather than hand-writing. This was today's contribution -- a scene from a lady!Obi-Wan story that's probably not going to be part of Bad Moon Rising (although it was the story I originally wanted to write; I started Rising as a flashback, and well, things snowballed).

"Are we going undercover?" Anakin blurts out when he walks into the apartment and finds Obi-Wan wearing civvies, frowning at a mirror as she twists her hair up. There's a Naboo look to the clothes, jewel-toned skirts and puffy slashed sleeves that shimmer as Obi-Wan turns around to look at him. She doesn't look like a Jedi Knight. She looks like a lady.

"Not at the moment," Obi-Wan says, sliding a jeweled hair stick into her hair, then a second one. The rest of her hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders; she twists it back and pints it into place with a silvery clip. "I'm going out for drinks with Padmé."

"Dressed like that?"

She raises an eyebrow at him. "Clearly."

"Oh. Uh. You look really nice."

She does. There's some kind of glittery stuff scattered over her cleavage, which Anakin drags his gaze away from with an effort and a blush. She's wearing makeup for the first time he can remember, a slash of red and gold across her lips and more gold on her eyelids, a hint of glitter on her cheeks.

He licks suddenly dry lips. "How, um, how late are you going to be out?"

"Probably until morning," Obi-Wan says. "I'll have my comlink with me." She checks herself in the mirror, then stands up, picking up her lightsaber and clipping it to the back of her belt.

"Have fun," Anakin offers.

Obi-Wan smiles at him. "Thanks."

*

"I'm going to kill him this time," Obi-Wan growls, pulling the speeder to a stop and vaulting out, skirts flying. She can sense Anakin up ahead, triumph bleeding into frustration and the first hints of anger. If Obi-Wan doesn't get there soon, someone's going to start a fight.

Mostly this post was an excuse to share Obi-Wan getting dolled up and wearing glitter. (The story would actually start elsewhere, but hey, scribbled doodles. Doodled scribbles?)