Right now, Moddy is playing Binding of Isaac: Rebirth.
If you could be any character in Star Wars, who would you be?
Oh man, if I could be anyone… I think I’d wanna be one of Padme’s handmaidens actually. They get pretty outfit, training, health care and are mostly safe. And they fight.
Right now, Moddy is playing Binding of Isaac: Rebirth.
If you could be any character in Star Wars, who would you be?
Oh man, if I could be anyone… I think I’d wanna be one of Padme’s handmaidens actually. They get pretty outfit, training, health care and are mostly safe. And they fight.
The
mission is a rousing success, worthy of a celebration because its one
of the rare ones where nothing
goes wrong with anything. The proceeding goes smooth, the negotiation
slow but nice and no one gets attacked.
The worst is a
verbal argument that easily splutters out that proves to honestly
just be sexual frustration.
And yet Obi-Wan
feels in no mood to party as they board the ship home, once more
dressed in regular clothes and his hair free of braids as Qui-Gon
follows at his back with Anakin. He doesn’t want to drink the beer
they have been supplied with and doesn’t want to take the boxed up
food that has been sent with them by grateful residents.
He just wants to
sleep, just go home and sleep.
He’s just so
tired and he’s seen himself in the mirror, Obi-Wan looks wane. Just
pale and worn down in a way that has nothing to do with physical but
all to do with his emotional state.
Someone who doesn’t
know him wouldn’t catch it of course but Obi-Wan can feel Anakin’s
worry.
But
there’s nothing he can do about it.
He almost winces as
he hears Qui-Gon follow him to the cockpit with Anakin cutting off at
the lounge to put the leftovers away.
He had wanted a few
moments of peace bu-
“Ouf.” The
breath is knocked from his chest as Qui-Gon suddenly grasps him in
the cockpit and turns him, pulling him into his arms. “Wha-”
“Forgive me.”
Qui-Gon murmured against his temple, his lips brushing against the
skin in a familiar and warm motion that makes Obi-Wan tremble.
“Forgive me the pain I cause you. I’m trying to remember, I swear
I am Obi-Wan.” He rumbled out, that big nose brushing into
Obi-Wan’s copper hair with the warm breath rustling against his
ear.
Blinking into the
tunic, Obi-Wan made a little noise. “Qui-Gon?” He whispered in
confusion.
“I know we were
together Obi-Wan. I know you love me and I know I love you. I’m
just having trouble separating padawan Kenobi.” Qui-Gon murmured.
Obi-Wan’s breath
froze at those words, eyes wide but sightless into the beige fabric.
“But I do know I
love you. I can tell. Just give me time to separate the memories of a
child to the adult you are?” Qui-Gon continued.
Shaking in his
arms, Obi-Wan stammered before whimpering and wrapping his arms
around the others waist in turn, clinging to him as he felt like a
leaf in a wind, blowing hither and tither as warm arms tried to
steady and support him, Qui-Gon whispering comfort.
But in those words
were hope.
Obi-Wan had gone
forward in hopeless situations before. He could go forward with home
even better.
‘Just let me
separate the child in the memories.’
The words repeated
in his mind.
Obi-Wan could prove
that he was no child anymore, he just had to spend time with Qui-Gon
and let him see the adult that he had become.
Shaking, Obi-Wan
stood up on his toes and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the corner of
Qui-Gon’s lips before dropping down. “I can wait… I’ve waited
before.” He rasped out quietly, staring at the man with wide eyes
filled with some wetness that refused to fall.
Qui-Gon smiled
sadly back. “That’s all I need. Some time. I may never remember
Obi-Wan… but I see how you have grown. I see the beauty you are and
the mind you carry like a weapon. Just let me convince my brain that
you are no longer a child.” He pressed a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s
forehead.
Closing his eyes
while trembling slowly, Obi-Wan clenched his hands into the fabric
and gave a nod.
He’d waited
before.
He’d do it again
for this.
The
mission is a rousing success, worthy of a celebration because its one
of the rare ones where nothing
goes wrong with anything. The proceeding goes smooth, the negotiation
slow but nice and no one gets attacked.
The worst is a
verbal argument that easily splutters out that proves to honestly
just be sexual frustration.
And yet Obi-Wan
feels in no mood to party as they board the ship home, once more
dressed in regular clothes and his hair free of braids as Qui-Gon
follows at his back with Anakin. He doesn’t want to drink the beer
they have been supplied with and doesn’t want to take the boxed up
food that has been sent with them by grateful residents.
He just wants to
sleep, just go home and sleep.
He’s just so
tired and he’s seen himself in the mirror, Obi-Wan looks wane. Just
pale and worn down in a way that has nothing to do with physical but
all to do with his emotional state.
Someone who doesn’t
know him wouldn’t catch it of course but Obi-Wan can feel Anakin’s
worry.
But
there’s nothing he can do about it.
He almost winces as
he hears Qui-Gon follow him to the cockpit with Anakin cutting off at
the lounge to put the leftovers away.
He had wanted a few
moments of peace bu-
“Ouf.” The
breath is knocked from his chest as Qui-Gon suddenly grasps him in
the cockpit and turns him, pulling him into his arms. “Wha-”
“Forgive me.”
Qui-Gon murmured against his temple, his lips brushing against the
skin in a familiar and warm motion that makes Obi-Wan tremble.
“Forgive me the pain I cause you. I’m trying to remember, I swear
I am Obi-Wan.” He rumbled out, that big nose brushing into
Obi-Wan’s copper hair with the warm breath rustling against his
ear.
Blinking into the
tunic, Obi-Wan made a little noise. “Qui-Gon?” He whispered in
confusion.
“I know we were
together Obi-Wan. I know you love me and I know I love you. I’m
just having trouble separating padawan Kenobi.” Qui-Gon murmured.
Obi-Wan’s breath
froze at those words, eyes wide but sightless into the beige fabric.
“But I do know I
love you. I can tell. Just give me time to separate the memories of a
child to the adult you are?” Qui-Gon continued.
Shaking in his
arms, Obi-Wan stammered before whimpering and wrapping his arms
around the others waist in turn, clinging to him as he felt like a
leaf in a wind, blowing hither and tither as warm arms tried to
steady and support him, Qui-Gon whispering comfort.
But in those words
were hope.
Obi-Wan had gone
forward in hopeless situations before. He could go forward with home
even better.
‘Just let me
separate the child in the memories.’
The words repeated
in his mind.
Obi-Wan could prove
that he was no child anymore, he just had to spend time with Qui-Gon
and let him see the adult that he had become.
Shaking, Obi-Wan
stood up on his toes and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the corner of
Qui-Gon’s lips before dropping down. “I can wait… I’ve waited
before.” He rasped out quietly, staring at the man with wide eyes
filled with some wetness that refused to fall.
Qui-Gon smiled
sadly back. “That’s all I need. Some time. I may never remember
Obi-Wan… but I see how you have grown. I see the beauty you are and
the mind you carry like a weapon. Just let me convince my brain that
you are no longer a child.” He pressed a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s
forehead.
Closing his eyes
while trembling slowly, Obi-Wan clenched his hands into the fabric
and gave a nod.
He’d waited
before.
He’d do it again
for this.
Watching the glaring man with a bland
look, Mace finally sighed and shook his head to look at the other
Jedi. “Master Cyslin, I don’t think we’re getting this one to
talk.” He offered his former master with a tired expression.
“I admit its not like questioning
someone without resistance.” She agreed while rubbing her chin
slowly, her tattoos scrunched up with her frown.
“We could of course destroy his
barriers in search of answers but we would be left with a mindless,
drooling creature, something we don’t want.” Mace grunted out,
arms crossed over his chest. “And even if we did, we may not get
the answers we want.”
The Sith smirked at them from the other
side of the cell.
Cyslin frown grew a bit as she tilted
her head a bit until a small smirk crossed her face. “I may have an
idea.”
Turning to her, Mace blinked. “Master?”
“Follow me Mace.” She turned on her
heel, sashaying away with Mace following curiously even as Sheev
nervously ducked back to a corner of his cell, wondering what idea
the Jedi suddenly had and how it would effect him.
The drooling creature comment had
startled him as it was.
()()()
Taking one slow step after the other,
Obi-Wan clung to Qui-Gon’s hand as he took deep breaths and slow
steps. “I seem to be doing decently.” He noted quietly, very
aware of every millimeter of his body just in case.
But to be fair, he had just had his
organs positioned back in his body and his ribs fixed by the healers.
Or well, not as much fixed as replaced since they had been forced to
regrow bones to meld with his broken stubs.
But his heart was back in place,
functioning as it should and pumping blood through his system.
“You do. I’m grateful though don’t
think I can’t feel the ache of your chest.” Qui-Gon rumbled
quietly. “So don’t think I’m springing you from the Halls just
yet. You need the healers for a few days still.” He settled on
firmly and would not be swayed by Obi-Wan’s pout regardless how
cute it was.
Letting out a small sigh after pouting,
Obi-Wan relented with a small nod. “I think you’re right. I’m
in no condition to do much and I feel… fragile.” He grimaced at
that word. “Fragile and just unwell, both in body and mind.” He
breathed out heavily.
“Its not exactly surprising, you
weren’t healthy mentally before you got abducted and what the Sith
did to you, this has done nothing to help you improve.” Qui-Gon
scowled a bit before sighing deeply and guiding Obi-Wan back to the
bed so he could settle them both on the edge and wrap Obi-Wan up in
his arms. “I hope I’m providing you comfort and stability
though.”
Settling his head on the others warm
chest, Obi-Wan chortled a bit. “You have no idea how much stability
the bond provides with you being there for me, I was… broken on
arrival.” He sighed a bit before smiling up at Qui-Gon when he
tightened his arms around him. “But the initiation of the bond
helped provide grounding for me and… my anxieties.”
Pressing his lips to Obi-Wan’s
temple, Qui-Gon smiled against the others skin. “Good, because all
I want is for you to recover as best you can.”
“That’s what I’ll do… hopefully
without Sith interference this time.” Obi-Wan snorted, feeling warm
and relaxed if sore as he rested in Qui-Gon’s arms, content to take
what was given until the other was forced by the healers to leave.
Watching the glaring man with a bland
look, Mace finally sighed and shook his head to look at the other
Jedi. “Master Cyslin, I don’t think we’re getting this one to
talk.” He offered his former master with a tired expression.
“I admit its not like questioning
someone without resistance.” She agreed while rubbing her chin
slowly, her tattoos scrunched up with her frown.
“We could of course destroy his
barriers in search of answers but we would be left with a mindless,
drooling creature, something we don’t want.” Mace grunted out,
arms crossed over his chest. “And even if we did, we may not get
the answers we want.”
The Sith smirked at them from the other
side of the cell.
Cyslin frown grew a bit as she tilted
her head a bit until a small smirk crossed her face. “I may have an
idea.”
Turning to her, Mace blinked. “Master?”
“Follow me Mace.” She turned on her
heel, sashaying away with Mace following curiously even as Sheev
nervously ducked back to a corner of his cell, wondering what idea
the Jedi suddenly had and how it would effect him.
The drooling creature comment had
startled him as it was.
()()()
Taking one slow step after the other,
Obi-Wan clung to Qui-Gon’s hand as he took deep breaths and slow
steps. “I seem to be doing decently.” He noted quietly, very
aware of every millimeter of his body just in case.
But to be fair, he had just had his
organs positioned back in his body and his ribs fixed by the healers.
Or well, not as much fixed as replaced since they had been forced to
regrow bones to meld with his broken stubs.
But his heart was back in place,
functioning as it should and pumping blood through his system.
“You do. I’m grateful though don’t
think I can’t feel the ache of your chest.” Qui-Gon rumbled
quietly. “So don’t think I’m springing you from the Halls just
yet. You need the healers for a few days still.” He settled on
firmly and would not be swayed by Obi-Wan’s pout regardless how
cute it was.
Letting out a small sigh after pouting,
Obi-Wan relented with a small nod. “I think you’re right. I’m
in no condition to do much and I feel… fragile.” He grimaced at
that word. “Fragile and just unwell, both in body and mind.” He
breathed out heavily.
“Its not exactly surprising, you
weren’t healthy mentally before you got abducted and what the Sith
did to you, this has done nothing to help you improve.” Qui-Gon
scowled a bit before sighing deeply and guiding Obi-Wan back to the
bed so he could settle them both on the edge and wrap Obi-Wan up in
his arms. “I hope I’m providing you comfort and stability
though.”
Settling his head on the others warm
chest, Obi-Wan chortled a bit. “You have no idea how much stability
the bond provides with you being there for me, I was… broken on
arrival.” He sighed a bit before smiling up at Qui-Gon when he
tightened his arms around him. “But the initiation of the bond
helped provide grounding for me and… my anxieties.”
Pressing his lips to Obi-Wan’s
temple, Qui-Gon smiled against the others skin. “Good, because all
I want is for you to recover as best you can.”
“That’s what I’ll do… hopefully
without Sith interference this time.” Obi-Wan snorted, feeling warm
and relaxed if sore as he rested in Qui-Gon’s arms, content to take
what was given until the other was forced by the healers to leave.
I’m evil? 83 Not sure why but oh well. Maybe its because so many people react then mwuahahaha.
I’m evil? 83 Not sure why but oh well. Maybe its because so many people react then mwuahahaha.
By that definition, yes I am totally
doing something fun lol.
Mostly my plans revolves around
sleeping in, gaming, teasing my niece and nephew who are visiting and
taking a nice walk on the local track. Its a good river path into the
hills.
So yeah, fun.
By that definition, yes I am totally
doing something fun lol.
Mostly my plans revolves around
sleeping in, gaming, teasing my niece and nephew who are visiting and
taking a nice walk on the local track. Its a good river path into the
hills.
So yeah, fun.
SWpromptsandask 