Tychoed

I'm better than you Wes.

[envahissant-a]

“rise and shine, sweet thing.” ( numberxtwo )

          WEDGE could marvel the calm and gentle voice that rose him from his sleep but instead he groaned, shifting a little to find comfort in the warmth of the presence next to him. unfortunately, he got nothing and WEDGE rose his head to take a look. ‘ oh no, not again… ’ ROGUE SQUADRON took quite a toll during their last mission which ended just a few hours ago. and now awake, he suddenly remembered he had to finish his report and formal condolences to the lost pilots’ close ones. a routine really…

          ❝ —–oh TYCHO… kriff, i’m sorry. ❞ he knew the ALDERAANIAN didn’t get as much sleep as his COMMANDER and the rest of the remainng pilots. but it wasn’t the first time WEDGE pushed himself to exhaustion in order to complete his letters instead of doing them the day after. falling asleep in his office, drooling over his desk wasn’t the best way to rest and he sure wasn’t getting any younger.

          with a sigh, he pushed himself up and resigned his need to continue with just a single look at his partner’s expression. ❝ —–i know, i know… tomorrow…❞ he turned off the monitor on standby and they started making their way to the exit but he stop dead in his tracks and smiled. ‘ thanks for looking after me. ’ he added in a meaningful whisper.

@numberxtwo​ ► ► ►

[envahissant-a]

‘forehead touch’ ( numberxtwo )

          it was TYCHO’s lifeday. though it was a day to commemorate. alive and thriving, the ALDERAANIAN was. it wasn’t a happy day for the now-CAPTAIN of ROGUE SQUADRON. not since the day, his planet was destroyed by the people he once sworn to. on this twenty-first birthday, he entered in contact with his family and fiancée via HOLONET, an innocent exchange, a quiet celebration. once the connection was suddenly lost, TYCHO had blamed the poor signal until he found out the truth. ALDERAAN had been destroyed and the ALLIANCE TO RESTORE THE REPUBLIC was blamed. the FORMER IMPERIAL knew otherwise and found a way to escape, finding that joining the REBELLION was the best choice he had ever made.

          WEDGE had been distant with the newest ROGUE SQUADRON recruit. the CORELLIAN preferred keeping his distance from most saved for LUKE and LEIA. having lost many friends during the BATTLE of YAVIN and other violent errands, it left the then-CAPTAIN in chagrin. eventually, he warmed up to him and became close friends. VERY close.

          ❝ —–tycho ? ❞ his voice was soft as he called out for the older man. ❝ —–there you are… ❞ finally, he caught sight of the blond man sitting alone in a dark vacant room, deeply lost in thoughts as blue eyes stared at the floating GRAVEYARD. ❝ —–i’m here. ❞

          faint footsteps were heard as WEDGE approached his partner. words were no longer needed as he crouched before the man who finally lowered his eyes to meet with hazel gaze. warm hands reached for the ALDERAANIAN’s wet cheeks, brushing the tears and leaned up for their foreheads touched. no conversation was needed for no words exchanged would be enough to sow the wound shut. years after years, it was always the same. the UNCHANGING feeling of LOSS. but he vowed to be there whenever TYCHO needed the emptiness to be filled.

@numberxtwo ► ► ►  COMMANDER WEDGE ANTILLES

[starslaycr-a]

'Are you in love with me?'

|| ★  @numberxtwo

The question was simple. It didn’t require an elaborated response… But it managed to freeze Wedge in place, pinned and grounded. Time and space ceased to exist around him. Only the two sat in his office, a desk separating them. They shared a glass of Whyren’s Reserve, a quiet celebration of another Rogue’s success. They haven’t spoken for what seemed like and hour. Wedge couldn’t remember. Together, they shared peace.

He slowly brought his newly filled glass to his lips for a sip. The moment the alcohol made its way down, the Corellian became too aware of the burn it left.

❰I didn’t know it was this obvious…❱ The reply was hushed, barely audible. He rose his eyes to meet Tycho’s and studied the man who he called his brother for years now. The very man who has defected from the Imperial ranks, the man who lost his home planet, his family along with it. The man who have once been doubted, trialed, sentenced and framed.

And despite all the lies set upon Tycho’s shoulders, Wedge never ceased believing his innocence, ready to renounce his own career to not have to deal with defeat and loss if Tycho was to be executed. How hypocrite would he feel if he had to be poster boy with a fake genuine smile while everyone one cheered for the death of his best friend, branded as New Republic’s Traitor…

The bond they share is as solid as duracreet.

‘Are you two together?’ Luke had once asked. The Jedi had shared what he saw through the Force between the Alderaanian and him. Wedge merely smiled as he recalled his own answer. ‘We’re brothers…’

But it was so much more than that.

                                                COMPLICITY

Wedge reached across the desk to take Tycho’s hand and held it.

❰I do…❱

[starslaycr-a]

“actually… i just miss you.” ( shrugs numberxtwo )

five word prompts

The Corellian General stood by a large viewport, eyes transfixed upon the ships landing and taking off. The glass of his favorite whiskey was forgotten but was still held firmly in his hand. The war had his mind set absently on higher purpose than this highly luxurious political evening. He chose to distance himself from the larger group, finding the company of silence largely more appealing.

After a moment, he brought the forgotten glass to his lips to take a sip of the woody-taste liquid, letting it slowly slide down his throat, leaving a burning trail. A smile formed on his lips as he heard soft footsteps, ones he knew all too well. Then a hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing, a form of support.

❝Tycho. What brings you here. Don’t you have your part to lead now?❞ Tycho finally accepted his own title as General, a position he truly earned.

                                                ❝Actually… I just miss you.❞

The words were spoken softly and Wedge sighed as he turned to face his friend, lifting hazel to meet with blue. The Alderaanian’s handsome aristocratic features were gentle, tender and made the Corellian weak to the knees. ❝—–Tych-❞ He began but was caught off guard as the taller man pressed a kiss against his lips, arms circling around his waist to bring them closer. When their lips parted, Wedge chuckled softly.

❝I missed you too.❞

[starslaycr-a]

#|| ★ look at the size of his queue !!!

❝Tycho…❞ He wasn’t scrutinizing… No really, he wasn’t. Or that’s what he tried to tell himself. His own XO mocking him. ❝Kriff Tycho, you sound worse than Wes… and that’s not anywhere near a compliment.❞

[starslaycr-a]

❛ Think of how dull your life would be without me. ❜ ( numberxtwo )

⎱ ★ — @numberxtwo

❝ —oh you hot headed nerf burner… ❞ wedge shook his head, giving tycho a hopeless glare then rolled his eyes. ❝ —i’m convinced that with or without you, my life would still be dull. fighting the empire is nothing exciting, really… but i must admit that i always need you backing me.❞

[starslaycr-a]

❛ I know you better than anyone. This isn’t you. ❜ ( numberxtwo )

⎱ ★ — @numberxtwo

          wedge was tired, bleary reddened eyes stared at the monitor in the dark for too long, the screen, the only source of light. he bit at his lips, shredding skin and felt the pulsating beat of his heart as he pressed his tongue to taste the blood. he was r e s t l e s s, he was a n x i o u s. too many lives at stake, too many depending on a man who resented the position as general. 

          he missed the comfort of his x-wing cockpit, the tiny confined space he knew for far too many years. now, aboard the lusankya, he felt like he was SUFFOCATING … 

                                      TOO MUCH AIR.

                              how big could an executor-class star dreadnought be ??

          the door leading to his office slid open and his Colonel  walked in with a concern look. he could tell… he didn’t have to look up, he didn’t have to see through the barely lit room. this is man, his closest friend, REAL CLOSE…

          ❝ —–TYCHO… it’s late, you should be asleep. if you’re here to talk me out of it, it won’t work. you know i’d ORDER THE FLEET TO RETREAT rather THAN PUTTING TO RISK, all these lives under my command.❞ 

          ❝—–i know what i’m doing.❞ tycho knew but wedge acknowledged that there was the possibility of failure and tycho KNEW wedge wouldn’t be able to live through if that was to be the fate of his misfortune.  

              wedge has always been lucky, FIGHTING AGAINST ALL ODDS and it’s why tycho had so much faith but both of them feared the worse…

 when his luck would finally give up on him.

[starslaycr-a]

* steals a quick kiss while no one's looking cause he can and he will. *

⎱ ★ — @numberxtwo​

          the kiss was quick, a soft brush of lips… it was brief but that’s how it always was. wedge and tycho, commander and captain, respectively, of ROGUE SQUADRON. they were symbols representing the NEW REPUBLIC but also HOPE. they carried a name that would bring aspiration and as long as people would step in their way, creating chaos and oppression, the ROGUES will be there to bring them down. nothing was IMPOSSIBLE.

          corran horn had the best saying. “impossible is our stock in trade, and success is what we deliver.“ no one dared to argue.

          wedge stared for a moment as they separated, mind seeming miles away.

          ❝ —–this mission is going to be ugly… whatever happens, promise me you’ll come back.❞

[starslaycr-a]

*takes a deep breath*

          ❝ —– i said… ❞

                       ❝ NO. ❞

[starslaycr-a]

" i am... offended. hurt. broken. " he's being childish, but just this one time, he doesn't give a damn. " kiss me better? "

          ❝ —–you are incorrigible… ❞ but despite his comment, WEDGE still gave in and placed a kiss on the ALDERAANIAN’s lips.

[starslaycr-a]

" aw, wedge antilles, are you using me as a trophy husband? " (numberxtwo)

          ❝ —–you’ve caught me in my schemes, mister CELCHU. tried to be discreet but i guess i failed HORRIBLY… ❞

[starslaycr-a]

figured making you react was going to be entertaining. wasn't wrong. i do still love you though... (numberxtwo)

          ❝ —–that’s the ONLY reason why i keep you around. ❞ of course, he was joking and TYCHO knew that for sure.

[starslaycr-a]

wege... wege... i love you wege... (numberxtwo)

          ❝ —–HUM… no. TYCHO, please don’t. you’re starting to sound like WES and that’s not a compliment. ❞

[numberxtwo-blog]

enduringcaptain:

“don’t tempt me Celchu. You might be the XO, but i’ll parade around the base naked and tell Antilles that you ordered me to do it.”

" how about you do just that? these kind of pranks are more wes' style so i doubt he'd believe you. "

[starslaycr-a]

Goodbye ( you shall ) numberxtwo

Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.

⎱ ★ — @numberxtwo

                            ❝Gate, begin the holo-recording please…❞

Tycho.

Oh Tycho…

I’ve been recording this message over and over again… thinking I’d run out of luck one day. I really hope my astromech doesn’t have to transmit it to. All these years, we’ve spent fighting for what this Galaxy together as a team. We were so great. Rogue Squadron, immortal pilots doing the impossible. We started as enemies, became friends and ended up being so much more. I feel like I’ve known you all my live, even though we’ve spent many years apart.Tycho, I regret to inform you that my journey has ended as you receive this message. You and I know the expanse of danger Rogue Squadron takes part in Starfighter Command. We are put in front of enemy lines, making us the target in order to keep them away from the New Republic.

Oh we shook them, taken them apart so many times. Glorious victory that cost us so much but was worth it in the end even though it left us raw with bleeding heart. Without you, I know I would of been lost long ago. You were always my better half, my conscious, my soul.

Wedge smiled as he looked at his astromech, hoping Tycho would be able to make it so as if he was staring at him instead. He shook his head. He wasn’t even dead yet but it was painful to record nonetheless — every — single — time.

I wish I could reach to you. I wish… 

He sighed and bit the inside of his cheeks.

You know I’ve never been able to tell you all this. Me and my kriffing worse timings, you don’t have to tell me… Wes can worry about that but he has Hobbie. I got a message sent to them as well so you don’t have to worry about them. 

We were so overwhelmed that time itself was wasted. Oh how I wish I could turn around the clocks…

Tycho, words can not define the love I hold you. I’m sor—

He stopped, bleary eyes blurred, tears welling up, teeth biting hard on the skin of his lips. He didn’t want to show this side of him. Despair, loss, aching, sadness. Tycho deserved so much. He reached out with a hand towards his R5 unit and smiled.

I’m sorry…

                   I love you…

[idiona]

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numberxtwo replied to your post “™¢ ( wyll muses, any muse, active or not? )”

“ nothing’s keeping you from going around naked. ”

“you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

[numberxtwo-blog]

“ not exactly, i’ll leave the fantaisies to the kids. but you looked like you needed a quick solution. ”