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extrapenguinAll That Is Solid Melts Into Air, my RotS fixit fic, part 1 of a series, is now 43k words long and officially novel-length! (Last month: 38k.) I've been a bit slower on writing it now that I'm full swing on ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fffx and ficinabox.
Exchange commitments total: 20k
Of which fulfilled: 12.7k
Completion percentage: 63.5%
I have also added a second, shorter non-exchange WIP to my plate which will be basically just A'Sharad Hett and Anakin Skywalker discussing Tusken morality and how Anakin can atone. I'll reread the Republic comics with A'Sharad first, though.
And, as is traditional, a snippet from All That is Solid:
fffx and ficinabox.Exchange commitments total: 20k
Of which fulfilled: 12.7k
Completion percentage: 63.5%
I have also added a second, shorter non-exchange WIP to my plate which will be basically just A'Sharad Hett and Anakin Skywalker discussing Tusken morality and how Anakin can atone. I'll reread the Republic comics with A'Sharad first, though.
And, as is traditional, a snippet from All That is Solid:
Kyber crystals bonded with their wielders and produced a blade that reflected some inner truth of their soul. Ahsoka's crystals had been green when she brought them from Ilum. That they'd turned blue when she'd gotten them back was proof of just how intensely Anakin had tinkered with them, adjusting the grip to her absent, growing hands and fiddling with the components. Now they were slipping back to green from her two pitched battles, and she was losing yet another mark of her brother's love.
Desperately she reached out with the Force to Anakin, hoping against hope his spirit would have something to tell her, some last dash of reassurance to send her way. She shivered under her paltry cloak as the warmth of exercise left her limbs and the cold damp of the spring rain seeped into her sinews. Anakin did not answer.
Her teeth started chattering. She tugged the damp cloak around herself and sent one final furtive plea to the Force.
When that, too, went unanswered, she sighed and trudged towards her lodgings. The clouds opened up, drenching her.
Gradually the forest began speaking again. Animals hid from the rain, not the events.
Ahsoka felt her eyes heat up. Tears welled to drop on her rain-wet face.
Anakin was gone. Her brother, her teacher, her friend had finally slipped away from even the slightest connection to the world of blood and dust. He'd joined oh so many of their brethren, their brothers and sisters in the Jedi Order, Master Plo and Master Obi-Wan and everyone else, in the Force.
Yet the Force, despite swelling with so many paragons of the light, felt clear like a muddy stream. It was no longer the air she breathed but the waters in which she drowned.