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Here’s a prompt for thelightinus: people try to get more information about what went wrong in the future, and Obi-wan has to decide what to tell people (or maybe codywan?)

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Wings
fluttering gently, Obi-Wan chuckled quietly as he glanced down at the
new tunics in his hands, the other two carrying a few of them for him
too along with robes, undershirts and sleeping shirts. “I do think
that it was a bit overkill for quartermaster Gyda
to
want to measure my wings.” He said lightly in an aside to Ahsoka
and Anakin only for the young togruta to snort loudly.

“Master
Obi-Wan,” She replied, her tone bored. “Your wings aren’t like
any other Jedi in the temple, they glow, they flutter, they got
primary in golden and white that stretch through your wings to the
secondaries flight feathers. Your wings are sleek and powerful and
yet they are massive with hardly any weight as they stretch out from
your back. Technically you shouldn’t be as small as you are and
have wings this big. Of
course she had to measure you to ensure the clothes would fit,
especially with wing slits”
Ahsoka finished with and then blushed when both older Jedi raised
surprised brows at her at
the very through and logical explanation of the quartermaster’s
action.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan raised his brows. “Well, someones put in some
study on wings.” He teased gently, gently
bringing the other out of her embarrassment.

Shrugging
awkwardly, Ahsoka smiled sheepishly. “As a kid in the creche I kind
of… wanted wings, so I looked up the biological quirks of it to see
how wings functioned. Then it just got interesting.” She glanced at
his wings curiously.

“If
you wish,” Obi-Wan’s smile softened. “You can both examine them
when we get to the quarters once I’ve changed into one of my
tunics.” He offered gently, receiving twin smiles from both Anakin
and Ahsoka.

Honestly
it was the first thing he had done after the council meeting.

Obi-Wan
would rather dress properly.

Well…
outside of his boots.

He
hadn’t worn boots since he became the Daughters proxy and right now
he just… couldn’t.

Not
when each step grounded him to where he was and what he was doing,
whispering to him that the Force was bright and warm once more.

He
was still debating how much information he was really going to tell
the council.

Changing
the streams of time could be very dangerous but he did have to do
something, which he had told the council he would inform them of certain things.

But
it was the telling of others which was dangerous too.

First
things first…

Green
eyes glanced at Jedi who passed them. ‘Traitors will have to be
weeded out.’ Obi-Wan wings fluttered heavily, the glowing
appendages catching the attention of all.

But
they were not the comfort of all, nor were they suppose to.

Obi-Wan’s
wings were something he refused to hide, the golden light of them the
very Light side of the Force both inside and outside of him and he’d
be damned if he let those who were betraying the Jedi feel comfort
when they were turning on all those lives.

Obi-Wan
had too many vivid images from the pond of a broken temple, of small
bodies scorched by blaster bolts.

Too
young and yet old enough to die for Sidious.

‘I
will have to deal with him too eventually. He must have seen me fly,
honestly if Ahsoka is right that it was all over the holofeed then he
must have been blind not to see and feel
me rise over the temple.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself even as he shot
a clearly worried Anakin a soft smile which assured him.

“It
will be good to finally change out of the Hall gown and shorts.”
Obi-Wan offered them with a chuckle.

“Will
you be able to shower with those?” Anakin glanced at the wings,
frowning a bit.

“Oh…
hmm.” Obi-Wan glanced back at his wings too, a small frown growing
on his face as he thought that over.

“Yeah
no, he’s not going to fit in the fresher.” Ahsoka giggled,
heading over to the caff table where she placed the tunics, grinning
at them with all her teeth. “We’re going to have to put in a
special request to move quarters for that…can I please
get a room with both of you this time though? I’m tired of the
padawan dorm for seniors.” She groaned dramatically while dropping
on the couch.

Exchanging
amused smirks, the two Jedi master’s joined her with their own
piles of clothes. “I’ll send of a request to the quartermasters
for new rooms. For today I will just have to forgo that shower I
guess… it is a good thing I got a shower at the Halls.” Obi-Wan
mused as he picked out a high collared undershirt and a beige tunic
to go over before heading towards his room to find leggings.

“I’ll
make tea while we wait on you.” Anakin snorted, a bit of normalcy
finally entering their lives after the wing situation.

How
long it would last… well that was another situation.

‘And
I can see Cody once more… dear Cody.’ Obi-Wan smiled into the
darkness of his bedroom before turning the light on.

He’d
missed Cody.

Here’s a prompt for thelightinus: people try to get more information about what went wrong in the future, and Obi-wan has to decide what to tell people (or maybe codywan?)

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Wings
fluttering gently, Obi-Wan chuckled quietly as he glanced down at the
new tunics in his hands, the other two carrying a few of them for him
too along with robes, undershirts and sleeping shirts. “I do think
that it was a bit overkill for quartermaster Gyda
to
want to measure my wings.” He said lightly in an aside to Ahsoka
and Anakin only for the young togruta to snort loudly.

“Master
Obi-Wan,” She replied, her tone bored. “Your wings aren’t like
any other Jedi in the temple, they glow, they flutter, they got
primary in golden and white that stretch through your wings to the
secondaries flight feathers. Your wings are sleek and powerful and
yet they are massive with hardly any weight as they stretch out from
your back. Technically you shouldn’t be as small as you are and
have wings this big. Of
course she had to measure you to ensure the clothes would fit,
especially with wing slits”
Ahsoka finished with and then blushed when both older Jedi raised
surprised brows at her at
the very through and logical explanation of the quartermaster’s
action.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan raised his brows. “Well, someones put in some
study on wings.” He teased gently, gently
bringing the other out of her embarrassment.

Shrugging
awkwardly, Ahsoka smiled sheepishly. “As a kid in the creche I kind
of… wanted wings, so I looked up the biological quirks of it to see
how wings functioned. Then it just got interesting.” She glanced at
his wings curiously.

“If
you wish,” Obi-Wan’s smile softened. “You can both examine them
when we get to the quarters once I’ve changed into one of my
tunics.” He offered gently, receiving twin smiles from both Anakin
and Ahsoka.

Honestly
it was the first thing he had done after the council meeting.

Obi-Wan
would rather dress properly.

Well…
outside of his boots.

He
hadn’t worn boots since he became the Daughters proxy and right now
he just… couldn’t.

Not
when each step grounded him to where he was and what he was doing,
whispering to him that the Force was bright and warm once more.

He
was still debating how much information he was really going to tell
the council.

Changing
the streams of time could be very dangerous but he did have to do
something, which he had told the council he would inform them of certain things.

But
it was the telling of others which was dangerous too.

First
things first…

Green
eyes glanced at Jedi who passed them. ‘Traitors will have to be
weeded out.’ Obi-Wan wings fluttered heavily, the glowing
appendages catching the attention of all.

But
they were not the comfort of all, nor were they suppose to.

Obi-Wan’s
wings were something he refused to hide, the golden light of them the
very Light side of the Force both inside and outside of him and he’d
be damned if he let those who were betraying the Jedi feel comfort
when they were turning on all those lives.

Obi-Wan
had too many vivid images from the pond of a broken temple, of small
bodies scorched by blaster bolts.

Too
young and yet old enough to die for Sidious.

‘I
will have to deal with him too eventually. He must have seen me fly,
honestly if Ahsoka is right that it was all over the holofeed then he
must have been blind not to see and feel
me rise over the temple.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself even as he shot
a clearly worried Anakin a soft smile which assured him.

“It
will be good to finally change out of the Hall gown and shorts.”
Obi-Wan offered them with a chuckle.

“Will
you be able to shower with those?” Anakin glanced at the wings,
frowning a bit.

“Oh…
hmm.” Obi-Wan glanced back at his wings too, a small frown growing
on his face as he thought that over.

“Yeah
no, he’s not going to fit in the fresher.” Ahsoka giggled,
heading over to the caff table where she placed the tunics, grinning
at them with all her teeth. “We’re going to have to put in a
special request to move quarters for that…can I please
get a room with both of you this time though? I’m tired of the
padawan dorm for seniors.” She groaned dramatically while dropping
on the couch.

Exchanging
amused smirks, the two Jedi master’s joined her with their own
piles of clothes. “I’ll send of a request to the quartermasters
for new rooms. For today I will just have to forgo that shower I
guess… it is a good thing I got a shower at the Halls.” Obi-Wan
mused as he picked out a high collared undershirt and a beige tunic
to go over before heading towards his room to find leggings.

“I’ll
make tea while we wait on you.” Anakin snorted, a bit of normalcy
finally entering their lives after the wing situation.

How
long it would last… well that was another situation.

‘And
I can see Cody once more… dear Cody.’ Obi-Wan smiled into the
darkness of his bedroom before turning the light on.

He’d
missed Cody.

Hello i love your storys and i would ask you would you written about 501 212 and obi ani ahsoka where have rest periods and have fun with each other or have a adventure between the rest periods they need more happy time or fluff times Thank you Sorry for my english i m tired

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Dropping
the box of juice on Obi-Wan’s head, Anakin grinned down at his
pouting master for a moment before continuing on and handing out the
rest of the juice boxes between the rest of the troopers all around
the room.

It
had been Ahsoka’s idea.

They
had all been so tired lately and the Separatists hadn’t shown a
sign of showing up at all, to the point where even the council had
contacted them with the pondering of pulling them to another section
because the promised attack seemed like faulty information.

But
for now they were still stationed on the tropical moon and therefor
Ahsoka had suggested they make a pillow forth.

Well
more like a pillow room, several tents pitched to create one large
one, borrowed large pillows from the locals all over the room with
everyone curled up. Obi-Wan had even gone so far as to use what
credits he had to buy in several crates of snacks and juice boxes to
go with the whole pillow forth theme Ahsoka had suggested.

Fives,
Echo, Boil and Waxer had then further taken the idea by fetching
activities that could be done, things that had people relaxing.

So
a ping pong table had been brought in, several magazines of sudoku,
crosswords and quizzes
and so on.

Everyone
had slowly pitched out all over, doing their own things alone or in
minor groups and Anakin was amused to note that Obi-Wan and Cody had
just commandeered a pillow each and were laying on them close
together, mixing between drowsing and sipping their juice until they
went empty which is when Obi-Wan had turned pleading eyes on Anakin,
who was already on his feet to fetch juice for himself, Ahsoka and
Rex.

Finally
returning to his own pillow, Anakin flopped down and handed over the
juice boxes before grabbing the magazine to continue the line of quiz
they had been busy with. Then he gave Ahsoka an evil glare.
“Cheater.” He huffed in mock offense as he turned her answers back to what they were.

Rex
snorted juice out of his nose at that as Ahsoka stuck out her tongue.
“Told you he’d notice.” Rex coughed, wiping below his nose with
the sleeve of his black, all the troopers having abandoned their gear
or at least half of it to lay as comfortable as they could.

Shrugging
while sipping at the box of juice, Ahsoka smirked with her fangs on
clear display around the straw. “Was worth a shot, Skyguy can be
rather oblivious.” She teased wickedly as the wind picked up the
fruity and flowering smell of the forest around them, blowing it into
the tent along with the humidity that the tent was doing nothing to
keep out.

The
humidity was causing quite a few of the troopers with longer hair to
have quite the fluff going on and Anakin was looking really frizzy.

No
one cared.

For
once things were peaceful and if the price was that was some fluffy
or frizzy hair then they were more than happy to pay that price.

Especially
Anakin, he hadn’t seen the troopers this relaxed in months.

Hell
even Dogma looked relaxed for once, laying on his back on one of the
large pillows with his hands resting on his stomach as he breathed
slowly and steadily, an empty juice beside his pillow and Jesse
busily doodling the sleeping man.

Frizzy
hair was quite the low payment in Anakin’s opinion as he traded a
small smile with his padawan as Longshot crooned in excitement as he
won yet another round of ping pong and Hardcase and Kix quietly
argued about tattoo care.

Hello i love your storys and i would ask you would you written about 501 212 and obi ani ahsoka where have rest periods and have fun with each other or have a adventure between the rest periods they need more happy time or fluff times Thank you Sorry for my english i m tired

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Dropping
the box of juice on Obi-Wan’s head, Anakin grinned down at his
pouting master for a moment before continuing on and handing out the
rest of the juice boxes between the rest of the troopers all around
the room.

It
had been Ahsoka’s idea.

They
had all been so tired lately and the Separatists hadn’t shown a
sign of showing up at all, to the point where even the council had
contacted them with the pondering of pulling them to another section
because the promised attack seemed like faulty information.

But
for now they were still stationed on the tropical moon and therefor
Ahsoka had suggested they make a pillow forth.

Well
more like a pillow room, several tents pitched to create one large
one, borrowed large pillows from the locals all over the room with
everyone curled up. Obi-Wan had even gone so far as to use what
credits he had to buy in several crates of snacks and juice boxes to
go with the whole pillow forth theme Ahsoka had suggested.

Fives,
Echo, Boil and Waxer had then further taken the idea by fetching
activities that could be done, things that had people relaxing.

So
a ping pong table had been brought in, several magazines of sudoku,
crosswords and quizzes
and so on.

Everyone
had slowly pitched out all over, doing their own things alone or in
minor groups and Anakin was amused to note that Obi-Wan and Cody had
just commandeered a pillow each and were laying on them close
together, mixing between drowsing and sipping their juice until they
went empty which is when Obi-Wan had turned pleading eyes on Anakin,
who was already on his feet to fetch juice for himself, Ahsoka and
Rex.

Finally
returning to his own pillow, Anakin flopped down and handed over the
juice boxes before grabbing the magazine to continue the line of quiz
they had been busy with. Then he gave Ahsoka an evil glare.
“Cheater.” He huffed in mock offense as he turned her answers back to what they were.

Rex
snorted juice out of his nose at that as Ahsoka stuck out her tongue.
“Told you he’d notice.” Rex coughed, wiping below his nose with
the sleeve of his black, all the troopers having abandoned their gear
or at least half of it to lay as comfortable as they could.

Shrugging
while sipping at the box of juice, Ahsoka smirked with her fangs on
clear display around the straw. “Was worth a shot, Skyguy can be
rather oblivious.” She teased wickedly as the wind picked up the
fruity and flowering smell of the forest around them, blowing it into
the tent along with the humidity that the tent was doing nothing to
keep out.

The
humidity was causing quite a few of the troopers with longer hair to
have quite the fluff going on and Anakin was looking really frizzy.

No
one cared.

For
once things were peaceful and if the price was that was some fluffy
or frizzy hair then they were more than happy to pay that price.

Especially
Anakin, he hadn’t seen the troopers this relaxed in months.

Hell
even Dogma looked relaxed for once, laying on his back on one of the
large pillows with his hands resting on his stomach as he breathed
slowly and steadily, an empty juice beside his pillow and Jesse
busily doodling the sleeping man.

Frizzy
hair was quite the low payment in Anakin’s opinion as he traded a
small smile with his padawan as Longshot crooned in excitement as he
won yet another round of ping pong and Hardcase and Kix quietly
argued about tattoo care.

#UncertainBeginnings poor obi! What happened next? Is there any respite for our poor obi? Points for friendship cuddles! Also do Vos and the others know about Obi’s beginning?

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It
was the worst idea ever.

Quinlan
damn well knew it was the worst idea he had but he could honestly not
think of a lot of others that would get Obi-Wan to open his mouth and
his heart and therefore
he was standing outside the other knight’s new quarters with a
bottle of commercially
spice
laced
Corellian Whiskey in his hands, waiting for Obi-Wan to open his door.

The
Force was still thick with misery and desolation tinged with ever so
slight betrayal, so everyone else had fled the scene so to speak, to
give the man peace to deal.

But
Quinlan knew better.

What
Obi-Wan needed was a friend who would one, stay and two, listen.

So
that’s what Quinlan was going to do.

But
first he had to slice into the quarters because Obi-Wan was clearly
not intending to open the door.

With
a sigh, Quinlan placed the booze on the floor and got to work on the
door control with a frown. He wasn’t the best
slicer in the galaxy but he was adequate, certainly adequate enough
to get into a newly set quarters that even the owner hadn’t rigged
any safety for yet.

The
door slides open and Quinlan picks up the booze and
walked in, wandering right over to where Obi-Wan was curled up under
the window of his new quarters with his face buried in his knees.

Near
the bedroom door stood several boxes that must hold Obi-Wan’s
things Quinlan noticed.

He
also noticed the cracked open window that let in the sounds of
Coruscant at night.

And
then the door slid
shut, sending the room into darkness until Quinlan requested ten
percent light, Obi-Wan not moving to acknowledge the sound of his
friend’s voice even as Quinlan sat down on the floor right next to
his friend, staring into the dimly lit and mostly empty quarters.

“…I
always forget how little these apartments really have until I walk
into a new one without
any real furniture.”
Quinlan mused, the kiffar glancing about at a basic chair standing
against a corner and the kitchenette standard furniture.

There
was a shift, Quinlan still looking at the chair to give Obi-Wan a
chance to dry his face at least if what the man suspected was true,
and then Obi-Wan spoke. “What do you want Quin?” The fresh knight
croaked out, his voice low and broken like someone who spent hours
screaming without
any reprieve for their damaged throat.

Glancing
at the other, Quinlan couldn’t contain a wince at the red rimmed,
swollen eyes and the tear streaked cheeks, Obi-Wan not having
bothered to dry his face at all. Silently he held up the laced
whiskey.

Obi-Wan
stared at it for a few long moments and then took the bottle from
Quinlan, opened it and took a large gulp of the laced alcohol,
letting out a harsh cough that he barely covered up with his arm in
time with his knuckles whitening on the neck of the bottle.

Chuckling
a bit, Quinlan patted the others shoulder since Obi-Wan’s back was
still to the wall. “Horrible right? The spice they add makes it
horrible.” He smirked wryly.

“Its
worse than master’s herb liquor.” Obi-Wan rasped out, shuddering
heavily before lifting the bottle again and taking an even bigger
sip.

In
the dim light, his mech arm glittered at them both, like an unspoken
curse and Quinlan wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulder and
stole the bottle, taking a smaller sip.

“Yeah,
I know, but its perfect for getting stone dead drunk and spilling
your guts to an old friend.” He said, his tone going raspy from the
alcohol too.

It
really was strong enough to rip paint off ships.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before snorting and settling his head on Quinlan’s
shoulder. “…It fucking hurts Quinlan… I thought he cared about
me.” Obi-Wan got out in a shaking, raw whisper.

Tightening
his grip on the redhead, Quinlan took a fortifying sip of the harsh
drink. “…Lay it on me, I’m here. I’m not leaving Obi-Wan.” He
whispered in an equally shaken voice.

And
wasn’t that just the crux of it.

People
leaving Obi-Wan.

Right
now, Obi-Wan needed a friend who was going to stay.

And
low and behold, it was going to be Quinlan, unreliable,
reckless Quinlan Vos, who everyone knew had a wild streak and yet
that was the person who was going to stay.

And
when morning came, Quinlan was going to break Jinn’s teeth… well
not really but he was going to shake the man because what in Sith
hell.

#UncertainBeginnings poor obi! What happened next? Is there any respite for our poor obi? Points for friendship cuddles! Also do Vos and the others know about Obi’s beginning?

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It
was the worst idea ever.

Quinlan
damn well knew it was the worst idea he had but he could honestly not
think of a lot of others that would get Obi-Wan to open his mouth and
his heart and therefore
he was standing outside the other knight’s new quarters with a
bottle of commercially
spice
laced
Corellian Whiskey in his hands, waiting for Obi-Wan to open his door.

The
Force was still thick with misery and desolation tinged with ever so
slight betrayal, so everyone else had fled the scene so to speak, to
give the man peace to deal.

But
Quinlan knew better.

What
Obi-Wan needed was a friend who would one, stay and two, listen.

So
that’s what Quinlan was going to do.

But
first he had to slice into the quarters because Obi-Wan was clearly
not intending to open the door.

With
a sigh, Quinlan placed the booze on the floor and got to work on the
door control with a frown. He wasn’t the best
slicer in the galaxy but he was adequate, certainly adequate enough
to get into a newly set quarters that even the owner hadn’t rigged
any safety for yet.

The
door slides open and Quinlan picks up the booze and
walked in, wandering right over to where Obi-Wan was curled up under
the window of his new quarters with his face buried in his knees.

Near
the bedroom door stood several boxes that must hold Obi-Wan’s
things Quinlan noticed.

He
also noticed the cracked open window that let in the sounds of
Coruscant at night.

And
then the door slid
shut, sending the room into darkness until Quinlan requested ten
percent light, Obi-Wan not moving to acknowledge the sound of his
friend’s voice even as Quinlan sat down on the floor right next to
his friend, staring into the dimly lit and mostly empty quarters.

“…I
always forget how little these apartments really have until I walk
into a new one without
any real furniture.”
Quinlan mused, the kiffar glancing about at a basic chair standing
against a corner and the kitchenette standard furniture.

There
was a shift, Quinlan still looking at the chair to give Obi-Wan a
chance to dry his face at least if what the man suspected was true,
and then Obi-Wan spoke. “What do you want Quin?” The fresh knight
croaked out, his voice low and broken like someone who spent hours
screaming without
any reprieve for their damaged throat.

Glancing
at the other, Quinlan couldn’t contain a wince at the red rimmed,
swollen eyes and the tear streaked cheeks, Obi-Wan not having
bothered to dry his face at all. Silently he held up the laced
whiskey.

Obi-Wan
stared at it for a few long moments and then took the bottle from
Quinlan, opened it and took a large gulp of the laced alcohol,
letting out a harsh cough that he barely covered up with his arm in
time with his knuckles whitening on the neck of the bottle.

Chuckling
a bit, Quinlan patted the others shoulder since Obi-Wan’s back was
still to the wall. “Horrible right? The spice they add makes it
horrible.” He smirked wryly.

“Its
worse than master’s herb liquor.” Obi-Wan rasped out, shuddering
heavily before lifting the bottle again and taking an even bigger
sip.

In
the dim light, his mech arm glittered at them both, like an unspoken
curse and Quinlan wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulder and
stole the bottle, taking a smaller sip.

“Yeah,
I know, but its perfect for getting stone dead drunk and spilling
your guts to an old friend.” He said, his tone going raspy from the
alcohol too.

It
really was strong enough to rip paint off ships.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before snorting and settling his head on Quinlan’s
shoulder. “…It fucking hurts Quinlan… I thought he cared about
me.” Obi-Wan got out in a shaking, raw whisper.

Tightening
his grip on the redhead, Quinlan took a fortifying sip of the harsh
drink. “…Lay it on me, I’m here. I’m not leaving Obi-Wan.” He
whispered in an equally shaken voice.

And
wasn’t that just the crux of it.

People
leaving Obi-Wan.

Right
now, Obi-Wan needed a friend who was going to stay.

And
low and behold, it was going to be Quinlan, unreliable,
reckless Quinlan Vos, who everyone knew had a wild streak and yet
that was the person who was going to stay.

And
when morning came, Quinlan was going to break Jinn’s teeth… well
not really but he was going to shake the man because what in Sith
hell.

Old and sweet, do Anakin and Asajj have a civilized conversation? They do kind of at least be polite to each other if only in front of Ben. But do they behave when he’s like, I dunno, sleeping?

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Staring
at Ben, the old man napping on
the couch, Anakin settled his elbows on his knees and his head on his
hands as he observed the other as
Ben slept peacefully on the couch, the sugar making him sleepy just
as Anakin expected.

Soft
lines of the face, rounded beard, fluffy clean hair, crowfeet at his
eyes, dressed in softer but warm tunics to aid a sensitive but pained
body and covered with a fluffy blanket. He was drooling faintly onto
the throw pillow under his head.

Then
he glanced at Obi-Wan, the man meditating on Ben’s mat which had
been stationed under the window just like Obi-Wan did with his own,
one of the big similarities Anakin could easily pick up on when it
came to those two being
the same person.

Copper
hair graying at the temples, more angled cut beard but well groomed,
hair impeccably styled as
usual with the start of crowfeet at his eyes.

Then
he looked back at Ben.

“Care
to share?” A deeply bemused voice questioned and Anakin shot a
glare at Ventress as she remained on the other recliner, her none
existent
eyebrow raised to her forehead.  

‘To
be fair, she has a brow just like Ahsoka.’ His mind pointed out
much to his annoyance. Anakin grumbled and rolled his shoulders a bit
while sitting up. “Just… looking.” He settled on.

Now
he could see two none existent brows raising before Ventress looked
between the two Kenobi’s, confusion on her face.

It
occurred to Anakin he was actually having a semi polite conversation
with her but he ignored that rather easily as he sat back in the
chair. “All that pain, all that isolation and coldness… and it
just made him kind.” Anakin nodded to Ben then looked towards
Obi-Wan.

Ventress
blinked heavily, quickly looking between the two Kenobi’s, opening
her mouth then closing it as she too started to visually compare the
two males just like Anakin had. Then
she grumbled. “It made him soft.” She huffed.

Shrugging,
Anakin crossed his arms over his chest. “It made him soft and kind,
though how much of the Force addling is exaggerating some of it we
don’t really know. But we know that its keeping the worse features
suppressed.” He huffed quietly to himself.

The
witch was frowning at him.

Grumbling,
Anakin clenched his hands on his upper arms. “He has moments of
lucidity, when he’s lucid you can feel the pain that runs through
him, the loneliness… just for a few moments before he’s smiling
again. We’re on standby for when he’s finally fully lucid. He’s
going to need people around him.” He muttered shortly while looking
at the window, seeing the sun shine through Obi-Wan’s hair.

He
knew that the healers were already paying very close attention to
Obi-Wan and had him on some medication, some capsules but others were
mist sprays he took every day and it worried him.

And
thinking about that…

“…If
you’re really sticking around to care about him, you need to remind
him to go to the healers for lotion treatment or do it yourself
everyday. Or have him go to one of us.” Anakin muttered shortly,
keeping his arms crossed over his chest
as
he reluctantly
returned
to looking at Ventress, the
hag.

She
was
frowning
at him. “Lotion treatment?” Ventress questioned, a tad dryly.

Anakin
wanted to yell at her but kept it in, his stomach feeling like it was
going to revolt on the cake he had. “…His back is covered in whip
marks, some
of them are thick and they hurt on bad nights.” He mumbled,
glancing at her.

Therefor
he saw the Sith acolyte flinch and cover her thigh.

The
two stared at each other for a long moment, the
scars from old whips aching on their bodies.

Then
Ventress nodded sharply and looked away from Anakin, scowling at the
wall with narrowed eyes. “…Does
he have a lot of medication?” She muttered out finally, her tone
full of acid.

“Ten.”
Anakin answered, staring at the couch to avoid looking at her.

There
was a short pause, the two older Jedi’s breathing all that filled
the air except for the tenseness of the two younger beings in the
room. Then Ventress finally spoke. “Go over them with me, I’ll
make sure he takes them.” She grunted out unladylike, glancing at
him shortly.

Anakin
simply nodded.

What
else was there to say to that.

He’d
play nice for Ben’s sake but the moment she toed out of line…

He’d
break her neck if she hurt the old man.

Because
all that pain and sadness and loneliness had made him kind even as he
mumbled about Ben the relic and Anakin would bring hell on earth if
she brought him anymore pain.

Old and sweet, do Anakin and Asajj have a civilized conversation? They do kind of at least be polite to each other if only in front of Ben. But do they behave when he’s like, I dunno, sleeping?

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Staring
at Ben, the old man napping on
the couch, Anakin settled his elbows on his knees and his head on his
hands as he observed the other as
Ben slept peacefully on the couch, the sugar making him sleepy just
as Anakin expected.

Soft
lines of the face, rounded beard, fluffy clean hair, crowfeet at his
eyes, dressed in softer but warm tunics to aid a sensitive but pained
body and covered with a fluffy blanket. He was drooling faintly onto
the throw pillow under his head.

Then
he glanced at Obi-Wan, the man meditating on Ben’s mat which had
been stationed under the window just like Obi-Wan did with his own,
one of the big similarities Anakin could easily pick up on when it
came to those two being
the same person.

Copper
hair graying at the temples, more angled cut beard but well groomed,
hair impeccably styled as
usual with the start of crowfeet at his eyes.

Then
he looked back at Ben.

“Care
to share?” A deeply bemused voice questioned and Anakin shot a
glare at Ventress as she remained on the other recliner, her none
existent
eyebrow raised to her forehead.  

‘To
be fair, she has a brow just like Ahsoka.’ His mind pointed out
much to his annoyance. Anakin grumbled and rolled his shoulders a bit
while sitting up. “Just… looking.” He settled on.

Now
he could see two none existent brows raising before Ventress looked
between the two Kenobi’s, confusion on her face.

It
occurred to Anakin he was actually having a semi polite conversation
with her but he ignored that rather easily as he sat back in the
chair. “All that pain, all that isolation and coldness… and it
just made him kind.” Anakin nodded to Ben then looked towards
Obi-Wan.

Ventress
blinked heavily, quickly looking between the two Kenobi’s, opening
her mouth then closing it as she too started to visually compare the
two males just like Anakin had. Then
she grumbled. “It made him soft.” She huffed.

Shrugging,
Anakin crossed his arms over his chest. “It made him soft and kind,
though how much of the Force addling is exaggerating some of it we
don’t really know. But we know that its keeping the worse features
suppressed.” He huffed quietly to himself.

The
witch was frowning at him.

Grumbling,
Anakin clenched his hands on his upper arms. “He has moments of
lucidity, when he’s lucid you can feel the pain that runs through
him, the loneliness… just for a few moments before he’s smiling
again. We’re on standby for when he’s finally fully lucid. He’s
going to need people around him.” He muttered shortly while looking
at the window, seeing the sun shine through Obi-Wan’s hair.

He
knew that the healers were already paying very close attention to
Obi-Wan and had him on some medication, some capsules but others were
mist sprays he took every day and it worried him.

And
thinking about that…

“…If
you’re really sticking around to care about him, you need to remind
him to go to the healers for lotion treatment or do it yourself
everyday. Or have him go to one of us.” Anakin muttered shortly,
keeping his arms crossed over his chest
as
he reluctantly
returned
to looking at Ventress, the
hag.

She
was
frowning
at him. “Lotion treatment?” Ventress questioned, a tad dryly.

Anakin
wanted to yell at her but kept it in, his stomach feeling like it was
going to revolt on the cake he had. “…His back is covered in whip
marks, some
of them are thick and they hurt on bad nights.” He mumbled,
glancing at her.

Therefor
he saw the Sith acolyte flinch and cover her thigh.

The
two stared at each other for a long moment, the
scars from old whips aching on their bodies.

Then
Ventress nodded sharply and looked away from Anakin, scowling at the
wall with narrowed eyes. “…Does
he have a lot of medication?” She muttered out finally, her tone
full of acid.

“Ten.”
Anakin answered, staring at the couch to avoid looking at her.

There
was a short pause, the two older Jedi’s breathing all that filled
the air except for the tenseness of the two younger beings in the
room. Then Ventress finally spoke. “Go over them with me, I’ll
make sure he takes them.” She grunted out unladylike, glancing at
him shortly.

Anakin
simply nodded.

What
else was there to say to that.

He’d
play nice for Ben’s sake but the moment she toed out of line…

He’d
break her neck if she hurt the old man.

Because
all that pain and sadness and loneliness had made him kind even as he
mumbled about Ben the relic and Anakin would bring hell on earth if
she brought him anymore pain.

it’s been almost a year since the last cat/servalo obi, but I was rereading it, and if you’re interested, Obi-wan and Ahsoka hunting together?

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Dropping
down on his paws, Obi-Wan stretched his body as long as he was with a
satisfied groan that echoed off the cliff and had his companion
letting out a delighted laugh which resulted in him purring happily
in return as he settled back on his haunches to look at a still
flustered Ahsoka beaming at him.

At
her feet a still twitching taun-taun like creature was slowly oozing
blood into the soil which would fertilize it and after a moment,
Obi-Wan pushed up on his hind feet to stretch upwards. “Well, that
concludes a rather satisfying hunt dear Ahsoka, now would you be a
gem and pick it up?” He chuckled, purring deeply still, the thrill
of the hunt still in his blood.

She
stared at him, then looked down at the bleeding carcass before
grimacing heavily and reluctantly lifting it up on her shoulder,
shuddering slightly. “Oh dear sweet Force, I’m getting blood down
my back.” Ahsoka groaned.

Chuckling
a bit, Obi-Wan started walking. “Yes well this is one part of the
hunt. If it was just me, I’d summon a small team of the troopers or
carry it with the Force since dragging it all the way to the camp
would be even slower. However you are here and you can easily carry
it.” He drawled, purring when his grand padawan shot him an annoyed
glare.

“I’m
getting a proper water shower for this back at the temple.” She
pouted, hefting the meaty animal a bit, her muscles visibly flexing
though that wasn’t shocking to Obi-Wan. It was quite the heavy
animal despite not being that tall and he was rather impressed she
was handling this well without aid.

He
honestly thought he’d have to call Cody and request aid.

Instead
she was doing very well on her own and he patted her calve with his
paw, giving her a bright smile with all of his fangs. “That is fine
by me dear one. You’ve been an impressive hunter and I’m very
happy to let you have a water shower.” He purred, bushy tail
flickering as they moved through the underbrush back towards camp.

There
was a pleased, embarrassed silence. “…You shouldn’t call me
that in front of Skyguy, he’s kind of possessive of that nickname.”
Ahsoka stated shyly.

Outright
laughing at that, Obi-Wan inclined his head a bit. “Well to be
fair, its been his nickname since he became my padawan and had slept
in my bed from time to time. He had nightmares you see.” Obi-Wan
explained at Ahsoka’s curious look when she glanced down.

She
nodded, the two falling into a companionably silence.

Honestly
after a nice hunt like that, Obi-Wan was eager to deliver the
creature to the troopers to have it prepared for meal to supplement
their diet and find a sunny spot to relax in for however long he
could.

Mostly
because he knew that Anakin would bother him with a straw or
something the moment he noticed Obi-Wan was sleepy enough to chase
it.

The
damn kit.

“Um,
Skyguy snuck one of those long cat toys with him, the
ones with the strings you know.
I saw it in his bag, just so you know.” Ahsoka announced as they
started to hear the troopers, meaning they were closing in on the
camp.

Snapping
his head up at Ahsoka, his ears twitching heavily, Obi-Wan frowned.
“…That cheeky
brat.” He huffed loudly, much to the delight of Ahsoka as the
togruta started to laugh at the servalo.

it’s been almost a year since the last cat/servalo obi, but I was rereading it, and if you’re interested, Obi-wan and Ahsoka hunting together?

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Dropping
down on his paws, Obi-Wan stretched his body as long as he was with a
satisfied groan that echoed off the cliff and had his companion
letting out a delighted laugh which resulted in him purring happily
in return as he settled back on his haunches to look at a still
flustered Ahsoka beaming at him.

At
her feet a still twitching taun-taun like creature was slowly oozing
blood into the soil which would fertilize it and after a moment,
Obi-Wan pushed up on his hind feet to stretch upwards. “Well, that
concludes a rather satisfying hunt dear Ahsoka, now would you be a
gem and pick it up?” He chuckled, purring deeply still, the thrill
of the hunt still in his blood.

She
stared at him, then looked down at the bleeding carcass before
grimacing heavily and reluctantly lifting it up on her shoulder,
shuddering slightly. “Oh dear sweet Force, I’m getting blood down
my back.” Ahsoka groaned.

Chuckling
a bit, Obi-Wan started walking. “Yes well this is one part of the
hunt. If it was just me, I’d summon a small team of the troopers or
carry it with the Force since dragging it all the way to the camp
would be even slower. However you are here and you can easily carry
it.” He drawled, purring when his grand padawan shot him an annoyed
glare.

“I’m
getting a proper water shower for this back at the temple.” She
pouted, hefting the meaty animal a bit, her muscles visibly flexing
though that wasn’t shocking to Obi-Wan. It was quite the heavy
animal despite not being that tall and he was rather impressed she
was handling this well without aid.

He
honestly thought he’d have to call Cody and request aid.

Instead
she was doing very well on her own and he patted her calve with his
paw, giving her a bright smile with all of his fangs. “That is fine
by me dear one. You’ve been an impressive hunter and I’m very
happy to let you have a water shower.” He purred, bushy tail
flickering as they moved through the underbrush back towards camp.

There
was a pleased, embarrassed silence. “…You shouldn’t call me
that in front of Skyguy, he’s kind of possessive of that nickname.”
Ahsoka stated shyly.

Outright
laughing at that, Obi-Wan inclined his head a bit. “Well to be
fair, its been his nickname since he became my padawan and had slept
in my bed from time to time. He had nightmares you see.” Obi-Wan
explained at Ahsoka’s curious look when she glanced down.

She
nodded, the two falling into a companionably silence.

Honestly
after a nice hunt like that, Obi-Wan was eager to deliver the
creature to the troopers to have it prepared for meal to supplement
their diet and find a sunny spot to relax in for however long he
could.

Mostly
because he knew that Anakin would bother him with a straw or
something the moment he noticed Obi-Wan was sleepy enough to chase
it.

The
damn kit.

“Um,
Skyguy snuck one of those long cat toys with him, the
ones with the strings you know.
I saw it in his bag, just so you know.” Ahsoka announced as they
started to hear the troopers, meaning they were closing in on the
camp.

Snapping
his head up at Ahsoka, his ears twitching heavily, Obi-Wan frowned.
“…That cheeky
brat.” He huffed loudly, much to the delight of Ahsoka as the
togruta started to laugh at the servalo.