[saintold]

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[saintold]

idk if anyone still follows me here, but bail has been moved to my new multi so that i can maybe actually write him consistently! @postm0rtems

[saintold]

idk if anyone still follows me here, but bail has been moved to my new multi so that i can maybe actually write him consistently! @postm0rtems

[saintold]

i think i'm going to move bail's blog. this one has been inactive for a while partly because now i feel overwhelmed and not sure how to get it back off the ground every time i log in, so i think imma just start new. hopefully within a couple days.

[saintold]

i kind of don't know where to start here with like, followers and old threads, and i'm kind of thinking of remaking the blog but that is... a lot of effort

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO TACKLE. [ a prompt list! ]

listen. tackling is a language that can convey many many things. and once again, this is a list that may be edited down the line to capture those languages, but in the meantime! we have this! bc i saw One Scene in a film and made it the dashes problem! bon appetit, enjoy! DO NOT ADD TO OR EDIT THIS LIST, NOR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.

[ ANGER ]: sender tackles the receiver in a fit of rage.

[ DODGE ]: sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.

[ LOVE ]: sender tackles the receiver onto a bed/sofa to give them some attention of a romantic or similarly heated nature.

[ TRAIN ]: sender tackles the receiver as part of a sparring or training exercise.

[ SLEEP ]: sender tackles the receiver on top of a bed in order to insist that they get some sleep.

[ HUG ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground in their enthusiasm to give them a hug.

[ CALM ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground in an effort to both restrain and calm them down.

[ STOP ]: sender launches themselves at the receiver and tackles them in order to stop them from doing something.

[ FIGHT ]: sender, in the midst of a physical fight with the receiver, tackles them to try and gain the upper hand.

[ RESTRAIN ]: sender tackles the receiver to try and physically restrain them.

[ HIDE ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground, out of sight, in order to stop them from being seen.

[ SHIELD ]: sender throws themselves over the receiver's body to shield them from an attack.

[ INTERVENE ]: sender tackles the receiver to prevent them from attacking another person.

[ WHISPER ]: sender tackles the receiver so as to distract on-lookers from seeing them whisper something into the receiver's ear.

[ COLLAPSE ]: sender, weak due to previous conditions, collapses on top of the receiver, inadvertently tackling them to the ground in the process.

[ SLIP ]: sender slips on something and trips, bringing the receiver down with them in their descent.

[ POCKET ]: sender tackles the receiver in order to distract witnesses from seeing them put something into the receiver's pocket.

[ CONVINCE ]: sender tackles the receiver to convince on-lookers that they're enemies.

[saintold]

starter call! pls like this for a starter. i might reach out to plot.

[saintold]

starter call! pls like this for a starter. i might reach out to plot.

[darth-memes]

[kamino-coruscant]

OBI-WAN KENOBI & BAIL ORGANA

Please, old friend. For her. One last fight.

[elivanto]

OBI-WAN KENOBI Part VI

[jeditrash-arch]

a great wrong. the words echoed in cal’s ears & vibrated against his heart. he found himself following alongside of the older man, but his head was far away; lost in the clouds of memories. he didn’t know what happened at the temple, he only knew what happened on his ship – to his master & how the iron battalion turned against them. he walked slower than usual, prompting a worried beep from BeeDee, which he waved off as he looked at the ground. “ do you know what happened at the temple? ” he had wanted to ask the question for a long time but expected to ask another jedi should he find one.

however, when cal found cere, he found it difficult to even consider bringing the question to her attention and now, he had done so with a stranger. a man who was also not a jedi. BeeDee beeped again, before jumping off cal’s shoulder, from there, he landed on the ground & scurried ahead of the men to scan a nearby stretch of vegetation.

cal only noticed BD was gone when his shoulders fell loose, pulling his body down. reminding him of his exhaustion & hunger. he stopped walking, & then looked at bail. “ you don’t have to answer that. i – sometimes, i say things without thinking them through. ”

[saintold]

bail hesitates , but only for a few seconds. it has been a very long time since he spoke of the matter ; such things are dangerous , in the emperor's galaxy. but cal has a right to this information , although it probably isn't much he doesn't already know.

" when i first saw the temple was on fire , i went to help , " he says slowly. " i found thousands of clone troops there , burning the temple. i was ordered to leave ; the alternative was made very clear. as i left , a ... an initiate tried to fight them , and was killed. they fired upon me , i suppose for being a witness. i'm ashamed to say i fled. "

[ragedagainst]

" do we ? " jyn wonders out loud, drumming her fingers on the table between them. a proper alliance between the two factions might be what finally puts the empire down for good. . .or, as she suspects will happen, will tear the groups apart, doing the empire's job for them. she stops her tapping, looking him in the eye. " and how do you propose we do that ? i imagine it will be your people sitting in comfy mansions in the upper core while the rest of us die fighting in the outer rim ? "

[saintold]

it is harsh , but it is not completely untrue. bail is all too aware of the privilege that has him ensconced in his palace on alderaan , contributing to decisions that send rebel soldiers to their deaths. and yet. " if we are caught , the empire will execute my family. they will torture and kill my daughter. we have made our sacrifice. "

[kenoebi]

he doesn't realize how hard he's gripping bail's wrist or how he is still staring wildly at him. for a moment, the only sound is obi-wan's breathing as his chest heaves. in this state, it's hard to reach out in the force, like he's trying to listen to something while underwater, but he can still sense enough of what the other man is feeling to know he is angry with him. nausea swirls in his gut, creeping up his throat.

all that runs through his brain in that moment is: please don't hate me. you have every right to. i would not be able to blame you. but i could not bear it. please don't hate me.

he wants to weep. he wants to be held. but he's terrified that what he's sensing from bail is his lover slipping away from him. he has to tell him what happened. he doesn't know if it will be enough to save... whatever this is they have that obi-wan has grown far too fond of, but he has to try.

" i did not want to fake my death like that, without telling anyone, " he insists. once he starts speaking, he cannot seem to get the words to stop flowing, his voice sounding more panicked the more he says. " it was the rest of the council's idea. i could see where they were coming from, but i still did not think it was a good idea. i knew how angry everyone would be if i came back alive. i argued with them, but they were insistent. i went along with it in the end, & i shouldn't have. now everyone hates me. and i deserve it, i know. i went along with it. and now you hate me, too, & i — "

he cuts himself off; he almost confessed his love for bail. but even drunk, being a jedi comes first. much as he didn't agree with the council's decision, he still cannot blame them more than he blames himself. every decision they make is with good intentions. as a member of the council, obi-wan is all too aware how often these days they are put in positions where they have little choice.

he thinks, perhaps, the worst part is, he cannot fully regret not going against the council's wishes & telling anyone else the plan. duty comes first, & he still firmly believes that. (if he didn't, then his life would have no meaning, no purpose.)

" i'm sorry, " he rasps finally, & it is as much for not regretting not telling bail as it is for not telling him. letting go of the man's wrist, obi-wan places his hands over his eyes, though he holds back the tears, just barely.

[saintold]

" obi-wan. " concern knits his brow. his wrist hurts , throbbing as obi-wan's grip seems to tighten , but he doesn't protest , nor does he pull it away. instead , his free hand moves to obi-wan's forehead , sweeping his hair back and lingering there. " breathe , " he murmurs , but he does not know if obi-wan even registers the words. a beat later , his lover does begin to speak , but the slurred , anguished words are not much better than the frantic , heaving breaths.

" obi-wan, " he says again , making to draw the other man's hands from his face ( glancing to his own wrist , he wonders if it will bruise come morning ) , but changes his mind , instead working his arms beneath obi-wan's shoulders to draw him to his chest , holding them there a bit awkwardly.

" i do not hate you , " he insists , seeking some balance between soothing and firm. " there is nothing you could do that will make me hate you. even this. " careful , bail. that's a little too close to a confession , and he already knows that such a confession will have obi-wan bolting from the apartment , probably never to return. he will distance himself at once , and bail will lose even this small piece he has of him. " i am ... i am hurt , and yes , angry -- but at the circumstances. any anger that i bear toward you is ... irrational , and mine to deal with. it will pass. most of it already has. "

[allthingskenobi]

“Let’s hope that day never comes.”

[jeditrash-arch]

cal nods and begins walking in the direction where bail motions. while he walks, he considers the question & recalls his most recent run-in with the empire & how healing stims got him to alderaanian. as he reflects, he remembers that BD had only enough to get him there, & any additional aches or pains would have to wait. swallowing, the young jedi shakes his head. “ no, that won’t be necessary. ” he states with a glance toward the older man. “ but your kindness is greatly appreciated. ” cal licks his lips as his gaze travels toward the planet’s landscape.

as he walks, his gaze lowers as he feels an invisible weight pulling on his shoulders. he nearly stops walking but continues as he tries to keep his focus on the moment while his mind races. “ how are you not worried about the empire? ” the question is blurted out before cal can stop himself. freckled cheeks begin to burn. “ i’m sorry, i – that came out wrong. what i meant is … how can you feel comfortable housing someone like me on your planet? are you not worried about what could happen to you or your people if it came out that i was here? ”

[saintold]

" it is not a matter of being unconcerned. " bail pauses mid - step , but only briefly , and his expression does not change as they continue walking ; outside his study , there are always eyes on him. " i do worry , as anyone would. " how could he not , when he looks at leia and thinks what the empire would do to her , were they caught? " but i have accepted the risks. your people were done a great wrong. i will always help you in any way i can. "

[kenoebi]

obi-wan knows, even in this state, that he will not be able to stomach speaking about it in the morning. even now, he would much rather give in to the sleep that would so easily overtake him if he was to close his eyes than talk about it, but if he does, he will wake having completely withdrawn back into himself, shields back up full force. (if he is good at nothing else, he can repress himself with ease.) if they are going to discuss this, it has to be now, while the alcohol has loosened his tongue & his resolve, if ever so slightly. he has to use a great deal of energy to concentrate & form coherent thoughts, but he manages it. he has to.

clumsily, he grabs bail's wrist & pulls his hand away from his face, though he does not let go. not for the first time, he feels the urge, as he stares into bail's eyes too intensely, to confess, to tell the other man how much he loves him. he keeps his mouth shut because he knows he cannot, but he wishes desperately he could. " no. i need to talk to you now, " he insists instead, his words coming out far more slurred than he would like them to. still, he perseveres. " i can't sleep yet. "

[saintold]

bail's breath hitches a little , wrist caught in obi-wan's grasp. he does not quite feel ready to talk about it ; he still feels on the verge of weeping , again , his nerves frayed after weeks of mourning and then ... the news of obi-wan's resurrection. he is not even sure that he can listen with any sense of fairness , wounded and irrational betrayal simmering just beneath the surface. but he can see that obi-wan is determined , that he needs this to have any sense of peace tonight. bail has always wanted only to give him that.

" alright. " his shoulders sag slightly. ' i'm listening. tell me. "