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Hello! Do you have any headcanons for Aedion's mom? I feel like people rarely talk about her and I was curious to see your thoughts

All right kids. You asked for it yourself.

✨ Her parents died when She was pretty young, so She (as well as her son) lived with Glaston and Evalin and was pretty close to her cousins up until a certain point.

✨ She is nameless. She was, is and will be. I will never dare to name Her, no matter how much I want to (even though I am tempted to write to Maas from time to time at all costs and ask about it. In fact, I don't think it's so impossible). Nevertheless, I think Her has a preternaturally simple but not obvious name beginning with A.

✨ She (like Aedion) is fascinated by parrots.

✨ She loved peaches and pomegranates, as well as their flowers. One day Gavriel found this out and on their last meeting gave Her one. She made a herbarium of it.

✨ She was fascinated by the sea and even had a little water magic. One day She showed it to Gavriel. In response, he only smiled gently and kissed Her palm.

✨ She started the relationship with him as a joke. To make Glaston angry. But something went wrong. She loved him with the purest love in the world.

✨ I also think She was severely depressed.

✨ I have a picture in my mind of how bad She felt after broke up with Gavriel. Maybe one day, when I will be in a really bad mood and want you to suffer, I'll write this. Pray that it doesn't happen, because She probably had suicidal thoughts often. Even when She had Aedion, who became the meaning of life for Her.

✨ Let's talk a little bit about Her before She met Gavriel. She was far more well-bred than Her son and niece and (I have no illusions about the demands placed on her, and I take the British royal family as a benchmark), but she allowed herself to swear and do some mischief. And She got away with it every time.

✨ She never expected to live happily ever after. She always thought that She would marry a nice but rather uninteresting man who would not dare to limit Her in anything, live to be thirty and what would happen after that She could not imagine.

✨ Towards the end of Her life She suffered from paranoia, but for Aedion's sake She tried sincerely not to show it.

✨ She had no regrets about dying. She was sure She had lived a short but good life. After all, She never wanted to be anything other than just a good person who did everything right.

Bonus: I think she looks something like Jennifer Aniston.

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QuinObi Week 2023, Day 4 - Post-Order 66

Rating: M

Word Count: 527

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The Force seemed…  Antsy.  Yes.  Antsy was the word.  Not quite excited - how could it be, in these dark times? - but not anxious, either.  It wasn’t danger approaching, but it was something.  Change, perhaps.  That would be nice.

Note: this story is rated Mature for depression and suicidal ideation. Please take care of yourselves.

Obi-Wan was doing better, these days.

Better is a relative term, of course.  Always relative.  If one compared his current life to his life as a Jedi, for example, one would likely declare it quite inferior.  But compared to a few months ago, it was certainly improved.

He lived in a hut, now, rather than a cave.  He had a bed.  He had a stove.  All lovely things.  Some mornings, he even felt like he might deserve them.

Some mornings, of course, he knew that he did not.  He woke sweating, screaming, from dreams where he set his Padawan alight and left him to become Darth Vader.  His stomach sickened at the idea of food and he did not eat.  Qui-Gon did not speak to him.  The Force seemed distant from him.  He thought, almost constantly, of beings who walked out into the desert and never walked back out.

Those, as one might guess, were bad days.

On this day, Obi-Wan had not eaten but, equally, he had not yet walked into the desert to die.  He had perched himself at his door and attempted to meditate.  Failed, of course, but at least he’d tried.

The Force seemed…  Antsy.  Yes.  Antsy was the word.  Not quite excited - how could it be, in these dark times? - but not anxious, either.  It wasn’t danger approaching, but it was something.  Change, perhaps.  That would be nice.  

“Do you sense it too, Master Jinn?”

No answer today, he wasn’t really expecting one, but he nodded as if he’d received one.

“I thought so.”

He sat at the doorway for hours - or near enough.  Before him, the sands stretched out into nothing and into everything.

Until he saw a figure.

A person.

A man.

He stood on instinct, squinting into the distance.  The man was wrapped in cloth, shielding him from the heat and dust; Obi-Wan couldn’t see who it was.

But he could sense him.

“Quinlan.”

In all the years that followed, Obi-Wan could never recall the reunion in its entirety.  Arms around his shoulders, holding him steady.  Tears dripping down his cheeks, others from above into his hair.  Murmured words and promises…  Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what was said, exactly.  

He only knew that Quinlan was here.  Alive.  With him.

“Aayla’s gone,” Quinlan said.  This was hours after the sweet moment of reunion.  They’d moved on to more painful things.  “I felt her…”

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan said.  He couldn’t say more.

Quinlan nodded, and shrugged, and they both pretended there weren’t tears in their eyes.  Sometimes that was the only way to keep going.

“Is Anakin…?”

“Not…”  Obi-Wan cleared his throat.  It was horrifically thick.  “Not dead.”

Quinlan was bright enough to know exactly what that meant.  “I’m sorry,” he said, since he could hardly say more.

“There’s a boy,” Obi-Wan said, much later on.  “His son.”

“You’re watching over him,” Quinlan guessed.

“I won’t say.”  Which was not a denial.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“When I saw your name on the wall…”

“I felt you.  Your touch.  Before that I thought…”

“You can’t stay,” Obi-Wan guessed at last.

“I can’t stay,” Quinlan agreed.

He did not leave.

Tagging: @quinobiweek

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