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In_Luv_wit_kenobi Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 3/17/04 10:15am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~Updated March 12!~})
	ok so i fell into lurkdom again but i prommise i'll try to stay on top of things now -----signature----- He attacked everything in life with a mix of extrordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
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LumiKuningatar Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 3/18/04 1:10pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~Updated March 12!~})
	I've been lurking for a long while now, but I just had to come ou and say that this story is exceptionally good, and I mean it. At time you had me pulling my hair out from frustration, at times you had me sitting at the edge of my seat and at times spurting liquid out of my nose.. I especially liked the part when Xani tries to cook for him and Qui... Very funny, very funny indeed.. -----signature----- Tell a man there are 400 billion stars and he'll believe you, tell a man that a bench is wet and he'll have to touch it... Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam. It's a bird, no wait a plane.. damn.. it IS a b
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/19/04 5:54pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~Updated March 12!~})
	Ana_Labris: Okay. I'll certainly try. In_Luv_wit_kenobi: Thank you. And I wonder what it is about this story that makes it so . . . lurk attractive. LumiKuningatar: Thank you. That's the idea - having the whole range of emotions going on. I love the scene where Xan tries to cook, too - Elli did a fantastic job with that. And she told me that part where he falls on his butt, well, that actually happened to her, hence why it was in the story. Postie soon, I swear. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/19/04 6:02pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~Updated March 12!~})
	The door to Xanatos’ apartment slid open silently, and with a somewhat apprehensive glance towards Xanatos, Qui-Gon stepped inside, eyes searching the premises. Xanatos followed, walking lightly and quietly. The living room was empty, and the muted morning light came in through the window in the kitchen, which had the door open to allow sunlight to filter in. “Think he’s awake?” Xanatos whispered to Qui-Gon, leaning in almost conspiratorially. Qui-Gon glanced back at him, wondering the same thing. And what it meant if he was still asleep. “I’m awake.” Obi-Wan strode into the living room from Xanatos’ bedroom as both Jedi, startled, turned their heads in his direction, easing apart from their stance at the same time. Qui-Gon had felt Xanatos’ nearly invisible twitch, but he had managed to keep himself from reacting at all. He hadn’t felt Obi-Wan coming. Stretching out with the Force, he quickly realized why: Obi-Wan was serene. The calm spread out from Obi-Wan in a gentle wave, as quick and smooth as the sea; not loud, yet not silent. Serenity is not something that generally catches one’s attention, and such had been the case with Qui-Gon failing to sense Obi-Wan. It had been a simple lack of alertness. A Jedi’s presence was usually much stronger, more noticeable, and within the Temple walls the Jedi were often relaxed to such a degree. “Good morning,” Xanatos said cordially, having already regained his inner balance. He casually walked to the kitchen with a roving eye that indicated he was hungry. He had been ravenous as a boy, when he was Qui-Gon’s Padawan. Most Padawans grew out of that stage. Xanatos hadn’t – he had simply learned to control it. Obi-Wan nodded. “To you, as well.” He eyed Qui-Gon. “Though, not for either of us, particularly . . . at least at first,” he added wryly. Qui-Gon smiled. “I’m glad I’m not the only one suffering from the effects. I would hate to think it was my age catching up with me.” Obi-Wan gave a smile that was almost pained. “You’re not old. You’ll never be old.” He paused, thoughtfully, and gave a small grin. “Like Master Yoda.” “That old troll?” Qui-Gon said with a laugh, relaxing into the easy conversation. “Does everyone really call him that?” Obi-Wan asked curiously. “It’s very . . . disrespectful,” he added, with a note of something almost like censure. “Anyway,” he continued briskly, “if your Master Yoda is anything like mine, he could take us all in a fight, and give us a lesson about the nature of the Force in the process, no doubt.” Qui-Gon dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Well, never to his face,” Qui-Gon admitted. “And yes, he is very similar to yours, it would seem.” He smiled. Every moment he could have such an exchange as this was something he treasured, even though this really wasn’t his Kenobi. And Obi-Wan was someone he was growing to respect in his own right, beyond what little he knew of the man’s past. Obi-Wan smiled back, the expression easing the normal stiffness and wariness he usually presented to others. “So what is it that you wanted to ask?” he calmly asked, sitting down on the couch unceremoniously, and looking up at Qui-Gon. “Ah . . .” Qui-Gon said stupidly. He hadn’t been expecting that turn of conversation, and for some reason, was caught rather flat-footed by it. How did Obi-Wan keep him off-balance so easily? His own Obi-Wan had never really possessed that ability. Yet another reminder this wasn’t ‘his’ Obi-Wan. “What makes you think we wanted to ask you something?” When in doubt, respond to a question with a question. “Well,” Obi-Wan began matter-of-factly, “you just said ‘we’, and I indicated nothing of the sort that would say I was talking about Xanatos and you . . .” Xanatos walked in with a muffin stuffed in his mouth. He made a muffled inquisitive noise as he chewed just enough to get the quantities of food past his throat, wolfing it down. “Mrrphm?” “Eat properly, Xanatos, you sound like a Wookiee,” Qui-Gon said, his words sharp and his tone not at all. Xanatos finished chewing and retorted, “I’m sure Ambassador Chewbacca would love to hear that comment.” “I’m sure he would,” Qui-Gon responded, not blinking an eye. Chewbacca had a good sense of humor. At least, he thought so. Sometimes he wasn’t sure if he was kidding about those arm-ripping tales or not . . . well, he was a young Wookiee – especially for his position – so he likely couldn’t have ripped that many arms off in his relatively short life. Jerking his meandering thoughts back to the subject, he focused on Obi-Wan’s next words. “It’s only logical,” Obi-Wan said, “that you would have questions. If I’m correct, it has to do with Anakin,” he stated, ignoring the byplay between Xanatos and Qui-Gon. Xanatos looked at Obi-Wan curiously. “Yes,” he said softly. “How did you know?” Wondering why Xanatos had admitted what they were after, then realizing that he was being childish about wanting to keep it a secret even if you could sometimes get more blatantly truthful answers that way, Qui-Gon listened silently. “Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied, leaning forward and fixing Xanatos with an intense gaze, “is important. That he is such here, as well, is no surprise to me.” Xanatos returned the intense stare. “Because he is special . . . because his past is special.” “Yes,” Obi-Wan said quietly, his focus turning inwards for a moment, a hint of sadness returning. “Yours fell,” Xanatos continued. “Does that mean ours is doomed to the same fate?” He was calm with his questions, not intending to hurt, but merely seeking information. But he watched Obi-Wan carefully, and Obi-Wan, in the minute tensing and relaxing, seemed to respond to the careful wording that Xanatos used. They watched the small reactions and inclinations in each other closely, and as they talked, found a rhythm to their conversation. In fact, they had been doing it since Qui-Gon had first seen them converse. Qui-Gon watched the two of them interact, stunned by the intense sharing that was occurring in front of him. For a moment, he felt a sharp pang of regret and loss, that only across two different realities could these two incredible individuals meet. In Obi-Wan’s universe, Xanatos fell, and here, Kenobi had fallen. “No.” Obi-Wan shook his head, that minute relaxing occurring again. “At least, I don’t believe so. Anakin turned for a variety of reasons, but I don’t believe fate – or destiny – was one of them.” “Then what? Why do you know for a fact that Anakin is so important, in whatever universe he is in? Why is he . . . the turning point?” Xanatos was feeling Obi-Wan out, trying to understand. Qui-Gon had seen his former apprentice do this many times. “The turning point?” Obi-Wan repeated, musingly. “That’s a good way of putting it.” “Why, Obi-Wan?” Xanatos said intensely. He unexpectedly knelt by Obi-Wan’s side, his knees on the floor and his feet behind him in a classic meditative posture. But there was nothing contemplative about this. Obi-Wan stared in Xanatos dark blue eyes for a moment. Then he turned away. “I can’t say.” “Can’t, or won’t?” Xanatos returned instantly. Qui-Gon could see both of them tensing, Xanatos in protectiveness of Anakin, he believed, and Obi-Wan in . . . what, he could not say. “I do not believe it wise,” Obi-Wan said steadily. Xanatos rose abruptly. “And you are one to make such a judgment about wisdom, when your own Anakin fell?” He did not shout, but his tone was harsh and unyielding. Obi-Wan flinched, but his hands remained loosely clasped in his lap, merely taking the blow. Oddly, that calming occurred again, and he merely looked up at Xanatos with a resigned expression. “Padawan!” Qui-Gon said sharply, in his surprise and outrage falling back to the name he had so often chastised Xanatos with. Xanatos turned away for a moment, inhaling and exhaling. “I’m sorry. That was inappropriate and hurtful.” He looked at Obi-Wan again, regret in his eyes. His hands twitched, as if to reach out. Obi-Wan nodded. “But understandable. I know you care for Anakin deeply.” He looked at Qui-Gon. “Both of you.” He tilted his head, and smiled at Xanatos. Tensing, then relaxing. “Apology accepted.” “Can you tell us why you don’t believe it’s wise to tell us anything of Anakin’s past?” Qui-Gon asked gently, entering the conversation fully for the first time. “Because you must have guessed by now that there are similarities in more than simple appearances. And we are unable to find anything about his past at all.” “Their pasts would be similar in some ways.” Obi-Wan shook his head, not really a negative, but in doubt. “Of anyone, I know the situation . . . Anakin . . . the best. The situation he will face, or is facing. I saw my Padawan fall. I saw why he fell.” He sighed. “When I look back, I wonder how I could have changed it – but I know that I could have eased his burden. And perhaps that might have helped him.” He looked up, and his eyes were anguished. Qui-Gon was struck by it. He nodded, silently, and breathed deeply. He knew, well, of the words and pain with which Obi-Wan spoke. He had often thought the same thing. He knew, now, of the things he had done wrong in training Kenobi, of the things he could have done differently. He knew it was impossible to say if that would have changed Kenobi’s fate, but it would have helped. He would not be such a failure. “You’re not a failure, Qui-Gon. Unless you consider me to be one also,” Obi-Wan’s said, softly interrupting Qui-Gon’s thoughts, even seeming to know them intimately. Perhaps he did, because they echoed his own. Qui-Gon looked up, having looked away in deep thought. He met the pained but serene eyes of Obi-Wan, and nodded. You’re right, he thought. I don’t believe it’s your fault, and that means Kenobi can’t be mine. Yet . . . we still carry the weight of not doing our best, of not perhaps giving that extra thing that could have tipped the balance. It is a troubled thing, debt and responsibility. And the unknowable. And he saw that Obi-Wan understood that, too. The two men looked at each for a moment, from Qui-Gon standing near the doorway, to Obi-Wan’s slumped and relaxed posture sitting on the couch. The tension in the room, brought by Xanatos’ near accusation, had fully dispersed, but something darker – a grief that could not be let go – had replaced it. “Can we stop the melancholy meditation?” Xanatos asked, a wry note to his voice, injecting a soft note to his joking words. He looked from Obi-Wan to Qui-Gon. “It gives me such indigestion before, say, noon.” Qui-Gon laughed at Xanatos awkward attempt at breaking the sadness that seemed to have weighted down everyone in the room. And perhaps it was another apology, of sorts. Obi-Wan smiled. Xanatos gave a relieved twitch of the lips as some thought he had made him lift his eyebrows, then he focused fully on the other Jedi in the room. “Well,” Xanatos said. “Anyone want any breakfast?” “I would,” Obi-Wan said. Qui-Gon nodded his agreement. “Good!” Xanatos said with a cheeriness that was only slightly forced. He made to leave the room, but Obi-Wan stopped him with a word. “Wait,” he said. He paused, considering, uncertainty showing on his face, and added, “When Yoda comes back, I’ll speak to him about it. If . . . anyone should know what I know, and suspect . . . Regardless, I suspect he knows as well.” “Thank you,” Xanatos said, surprised. “Wait – you suspect he already knows?” Qui-Gon leapt on that turn of words as well, though he said nothing and let his thoughts run wild. He was also surprised by Obi-Wan’s suggestion, but in his case it was because he had forgotten Yoda was coming back. And that all of this would, at some point, have to be explained. Xanatos and Qui-Gon shared a look that spoke volumes about their frustration as Obi-Wan nodded. “Old troll,” Qui-Gon muttered. “Meddling,” Xanatos sighed in agreement. Sharing a sigh with Qui-Gon, he shook his head at nothing in particular, and went to scavenge up some breakfast for his guests. ~~* Padmé settled down onto the park bench carefully, pulling her skirts close and leaning back. She let one arm drape over the back of the seat as Anakin lowered himself beside her, to her left, rearranging his robes with practiced ease. She looked at him, and smiled. She felt extraordinarily relaxed and carefree. She felt as if every tension had seeped out of her in Anakin’s presence, and a curious light joy had filled her. The problems in the Senate hadn’t been forgotten, as much as dismissed from causing her worry. Talking, laughing, teasing . . . these were things she hadn’t experienced since her last visit to her family on Naboo, and she had sorely missed them. And this – was even more than that, somehow. She felt close to Anakin, so close she knew she should be concerned. And yet, while she knew she might regret it later, she cherished that closeness and trusted it completely. “I enjoyed this,” she said simply, softly, after a few minutes of tranquil quiet. Anakin looked at her as she spoke, and she noticed the look on his face was similar to what she felt. They were just – being. And it was wonderful. “Even if I am a bit tired after all that walking. All those Senatorial procedures don’t leave much room for exercise,” she added with a grin. Anakin laughed, stretching his arms out in front of him, loosening the muscles after hours of walking. “Jedi exercise constantly. Fortunately, though, we heal quickly, or I’d still be limping from my last lesson.” “You were hurt?” Padmé asked, becoming more alert. He nodded. “Well, not really. I pulled a muscle. It wasn’t like I was shot or anything,” he told her with a mischievous grin. Padmé relaxed. “It was a lesson for your trials?” “Yes. Master Yoda is making me have tutorials with several Jedi in several disciplines in preparation.” He smiled, a bit weakly, she thought. It was not something anyone would notice – she had grown to see the tiny changes in expression and posture. As a Senator, of course, she knew and did this regularly, but with Anakin, it was like she had to adjust to the eddies of his emotions. She had enjoyed learning. “Stressful?” she queried. “Maybe a little,” he said, his smiling turning into a sheepish grin. She nodded. “Of course, you’re handling it well, Jedi Skywalker,” she said with mock seriousness. He grinned back at her. He loved teasing, and being teased. “I haven’t had time to think about it much, the past few days,” he admitted casually. Then, for a moment, he froze, as if he realized he shouldn’t have said that. It lasted barely a moment, and was a very subtle shift. She noted his conscious relaxation. “Oh?” she asked, nonchalant but curious. “Something been happening that is of great interest, then?” “That’s one way to put it,” Anakin said, lips twitching as if noting some irony she wasn’t aware of. It was also a dodge. “Care to tell me about it?” she said, raising an eyebrow. He started shaking his head negatively before she had even finished. “I know I shouldn’t,” he admitted, suddenly looking into her eyes intently, his smile fading into a more sober expression. “You can trust me, Anakin,” Padmé said quietly, and took his hand. His calluses were rough against her questing fingertips as she made small, soothing circles in his palm. He looked down at their shared hands, then up at Padmé once again. She tried to express, through her eyes – or even through the Force, if he was looking at her through that – that he could trust her. “I do trust you,” he said, his voice a roughened whisper. His gaze never left hers, and she didn’t let herself falter underneath the intensity of that blue eyed stare. “Probably more than the Council – or the others – think I should. We haven’t known each other for long, but you have a true, honest spirit, Senator.” “Padmé,” she replied softly, in reminder. “And which will you follow, Anakin, your own feelings, or that of the Council?” “Jedi are trained to trust their feelings,” he said quietly. He searched her face, and she kept still. “I trust mine,” Padmé said, with equal quiet. Anakin didn’t reply, but his breathing grew faster, harsher. Padmé felt the same happening to her. They both leaned forward, nearly simultaneously. As they crept ever closer, she watched his eyes, seeing every shift of thought in them, and she knew he was doing the same to her. Then she closed her eyes, because she knew instinctively it wasn’t time to see now, but to feel. His breath was warm against her lips, and she inhaled and exhaled, breathing the air the other had breathed. His lips met hers in a gentle graze, and she felt the soft warmth, the realness of him. She heard him draw in a breath so abrupt it was almost like a sob. And abruptly, that mere graze wasn’t enough. She pushed forward, and kissed him with sudden aggression. He responded instantly, without hesitation. Their lips met and caressed as if this was totally familiar, even as Padmé felt the rush and awkwardness of this . . . newness. But as one retreated for a breath, the other came back again with renewed vigor, as if they had done this thousands of times, and were as familiar with it as anyone could be. Padmé pulled away swiftly, panting inaudibly, feeling an unexpected rush of doubt, of uncertainty about what they were doing. She opened her eyes, and looked at Anakin. His face was flushed, and his eyes glazed with the pure focus he had on her. She suddenly realized she was clenching his hand, that she still held, when his other hand came up to her face and caressed her cheek. “Don’t,” he whispered, and it seemed to be the answer to all of her fears and doubts. Don’t doubt, don’t fear. And he pulled her back to him, for another, gentler kiss. Her other hand came to his face, as well, feeling the soft spikes of his hair, the nape of his neck. His hand explored the lines of her face, skimming gently over her eyes and brow. When it ended, it seemed to be by mutual agreement. There was no abrupt finish, but a gentle, gradual letting go. “I don’t know if we should have done that,” Padmé said softly. “Should by whose standards? Should has nothing to do with it,” Anakin replied, his hand still lying on her cheek, even as hers was draped over the back of his neck. They parted silently, his hand leaving her face to grasp her hand at his neck, and bring it forward in front of them. Their eyes never left each others. It was a startling intimacy, to look into Anakin’s eyes, without turning away, without pause. She wondered for a moment why society deemed it to be discourteous to look into another's eyes for a long time, when it was as liberating as this. Then she realized this wasn’t something she would want to share with just anyone. Only Anakin, it would seem. They stayed like that, silent and unmoving on the bench. The gloriously red garden around them sparkled like fire as the sun rose even further, the light intensifying and reflecting off of shiny leaves, a thousand refractions causing a thousand more in a dizzying array of living jewels, a wonderful cacophony of light. But they stayed silent and serene within, holding hands, as if the whole galaxy had gone quiet and still just for them. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 3/19/04 9:51pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~})
	Old Troll We love to call him that, but Obi is right, they would be shocked at his old temple -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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In_Luv_wit_kenobi Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 3/20/04 8:41am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~})
	so padme's the problem eh? -----signature----- He attacked everything in life with a mix of extrordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
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LumiKuningatar Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 3/20/04 9:27am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~})
	oh my, I hope Padme isn't the beginning of our ani's fall in this universe..; I dearly hope so... bites nails -----signature----- Tell a man there are 400 billion stars and he'll believe you, tell a man that a bench is wet and he'll have to touch it... Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam. It's a bird, no wait a plane.. damn.. it IS a b
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Ana_Labris Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 3/20/04 12:02pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~})
	grins Love the Ani/Padme.. I'm afraid she'll be the start of his fall in this galaxy as well, but hey, dark Ani and mush is still good -----signature----- K.E.P.P. Agent #19! I am the one and only Angry Scientist. Darth Vader is my hero.
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/20/04 8:08pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~})
	PadawanKitara: Yep. I think so. Of course, in Obi-Wan's universe Obi-Wan and Bant used to mimic the way Yoda talked, but it was done playfully, kind of like old troll. In_love_wit_kenobi: Or the solution. LumiKuningatar: I can't say anything, you understand, but I hope to end this story soon. Ana_Labris: You know, this is primarily meant to be a happy story. And thank you. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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In_Luv_wit_kenobi Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 3/22/04 1:15pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~})
	not convinced -----signature----- He attacked everything in life with a mix of extrordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
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Kynstar Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 3/22/04 5:17pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~}) - Date Edited: 3/22/04 5:21pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Kynstar
	Best part so far has been the drunkin' Obi & Qui!!! That's juz so priceless!! hehehehehe Well I've been loving the angst of Obi's and the future angst (in your upcoming posties...gonna have to wait awhile until you start surpassing the older posts, eh? Uggg! I'm glad my Master isn't present at the moment! Can't wait that long! But I will... got no choice hehehehe Can't wait to see their plans of how to intro Obi back into the 'fold' so to speak hehehe better not say no more in case there be folks that hasn't read your other posts) -----signature----- Paddy sis to t_s & SarkaVrae/Master to hyperspace_police Member of Rebel Legion and Jedi Assembly (Kynstar Lans) Only thru fear, hatred, and pain will the true power of the Force be revealed. See stories/viggies in bio
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Chenin Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 3/22/04 7:49pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~})
	I loved the Ani/Padme interaction in your last post. The impossible to resist pull between them jumped from the screen. Also, the pain Obi-Wan feels about his fallen Anakin was palpable as well. You have a talent to paint vivid emotion. I especially like where he said he could now see why Anakin had falle and his wish that he could have taken some of the burden. I was a reader of your previous post so I can't wait for the new material, but I am enjoying the opportunity to reread the previous posts.
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vader_incarnate Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 3/24/04 2:17am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~}) - Date Edited: 3/24/04 2:19am (1 edits total) Edited By: vader_incarnate
	FLOP -----signature----- La sang et le vin ont la meme couleur. I think, therefore I am. I dream, therefore I become. Zelré, Handmaiden of the Crest
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/24/04 7:31pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~})
	In_Luv_wit_kenobi: I just want to make you wonder. Kynstar: Glad you liked that scene. I wrote it because I was bored. And it worked out! There is new stuff, but it will be some time before it's posted. I have optimstic (and unrealistic) dreams of having the story finished before the re-post is over. Anyway. I like what we have, and I think you will, too. Thank you. Chenin: Thank you. The Ani/Ami scenes have been a lot of fun for me to write, and I think it shows. I'm glad you think I do their emotion good, as well. I'm going to try to do this repost faster, anyway, so that's some good news, eh? Elli: You silly thing. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Jenny_The_Jedi_Girl Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 3/24/04 8:53pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with H_H_P~ {~UPDATED March 19~})
	I'm one of the people who started reading this story on the other board so i know alittle more then anyone else right now but this is one of the best stories i have ever read! -----signature----- Lover of: Obiwan, Anakin, Quigon, Xani, Des, Ji, Shai, Adair, Hale, Lorcan, Enovan, Eitan,Tamir, Kyran, Garen, Briggs, Quinlan. Star Wars freak and Lord Of The Rings freak! Master of the evil beanie babies.
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