#love sprinkling in qui-gon feels wherever i go. love pushing that agenda. king of haunting the narrative truly 😌🙏

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Last Line Challenge

tagged in another of these by @shootingstarpilot (i am MELTING from your snippet, literally insane about how you create softness and intentful regard & care in your work. especially considering all you've put them through so far, hnfbbjfh).

I.... cannot say I am being as merciful lately. Long snippet too just 'cause. 😌

Helix goes on. The ‘pad is idling in his lap, screen dimmed.  “This is one of those things that’s not to be ignored, sir. I know you have more on your plate than most, more often than most too, so I empathise with your health taking a back seat a lot of the time, but this is…” He glances away. Finds the words. “This might be the sort of thing that brings you to a point where you can’t continue to work. That is what this could be indicative of. Do you understand?” He stares at Helix’s knee. Catalogues the feel of the callouses against his knuckles where his own fingers are laced. Holds onto himself. Anakin needs me. The timing couldn’t be worse. Somewhere out in the main medbay an overhead light flickers, casting a sporadic whisper of shadow under the seam of Helix’s office door. The troopers need me. Beneath Helix’s outward stillness, and his calm, the medic quavers on the wavelength that only Jedi can see. His rich, river-steady current roils, and the turbulence laps at Obi-Wan, the silt underfoot being dragged away. Eroding his shores. They need me. He can feel the creak in his spine as he forces out a nod. He’s only thirty-seven, he shouldn’t be feeling his bones creak, should he? Master Qui-Gon was sixty when he lost him, and there’s nothing Obi-Wan finds he wants more acutely, in that moment, than his Master.

no pressure taggsss, @codythecheshirecat, @smoosey, @coline7373, @foreverchangingfandomsao3, @dontbelasagnax, and anyone else who wants 💖