#hyran

[jacensolodjo]

Sheres: Seventeen. Why did the aiwha cross the planet?

17: ...I really don’t care.

Sheres: *clearly super excited and happy he has a joke* TO GET TO THE OTHER TIDE!!! 

17: I have no words for how much I hate you right now.

Jaster, Hyran, Sull, and Maze: *all desperately trying not to laugh* 

[jacensolodjo]

My clone children + how they sleep (with the assumption that like many military folks, they all are able to settle and sleep wherever they need to and when they can so mostly focused on how they sleep in the bunks/regular beds)

Sheres: When sleeping in a regular bed, tends to dangle one leg over the side, spawning the joke he is always half ready to spring out of bed.

Hyran: Like his brother, except he hangs an arm over rather than a leg.

Cyclo: Sleeps on his side, with barely a sheet on him. (good thing he doesn’t sleep in the nude I guess)

Nas: Always needs a weighted blanket to feel comfortable.

Althan: Has slowly graduated from fetal position to sprawled out spread eagle, often with sheets twisted around a limb or his torso. 

and bonus Wolffe because I adopted him and fandom keeps fucking doing The Thing: When in a typical bed, he prefers the head of it to be slightly raised and he sleeps on his left side. If has the right number of pillows, one will be tucked behind his left hip to aid in keeping him on his side. And none of that ‘creepy prosthetic eye sits in a clear container full of water’ business. Instead he has a small box (think the box necklaces/earrings come in) that he uses. He used to sleep on his right side but after losing his eye, resting his head on that side is understandably painful.

[jacensolodjo]

I got woken up and I am trying to go back to sleep but I started thinking of sheres's sleep habits compared to hyran. How sometimes he will reach out in his sleep, whether someone is there or not, because he got used to it when he and his brothers were unfrozen and they no longer slept on bunks because they were in the field. And even when they did sleep in bunks, they were situated to where his arm length allowed him to be able to touch the brother across from him. Just to be sure they are there. Because one night a brother disappeared without a trace. Because he is tactile. Because he needed the reassurance. Take your pick. And eventually he teaches himself to stop after the war. Because no one is there. No one will be there because of the chaos of order 66. Because his last pod brother died. Because it takes a while to get back in touch, literally and figuratively, with the people he met along the way who were not alphas. Because he had to resign himself to an existence he was never trained to handle, or ever thought he would be forced to handle. But Hyran. Hyran used to sleep with his hands tucked under his head. But as he grew up and they all started branching into their unique personalities, and enough times he had Sheres clumsily grabbing at his elbow, half asleep, that he started sleeping with one hand out in front of him, bicep tucked under his cheek and pillow instead. And maybe some would laugh at the routine but what did it matter? They were boys who grew too fast and who eventually only had the brother next to him once the war got started. And if adjusting a sleep habit helped a brother, a loved one, cope, then why wouldn't you adjust? Unfortunately the habit had to get worse before it got better. Thanks to his hysterical blindness post O66, he reaches out more often than just when he hits the rack. But he has to remind himself no one will step into his reach. Not for a good long while, not until he finds and reconnects with brothers he figured to be dead from O66.

[haustierblog]

👉 Überraschungs‑Tipp

[jacensolodjo]

“You need to stick around a little longer.” Perhaps for a Hyran and Sheres being bros.

[I will be honest it could have been far more angsty and I expected it to be until I got to writing. Thank you for the prompt!]

Most would probably expect the ‘buddy system’ to be even more important as everyone could feel the war was wrapping up. Unfortunately, it had a tendency of scattering everyone instead. Sheres knew it had been far too long, to forgive the use of a platitude. Especially when the helmets came off and the pair were able to compare and contrast all the lines and dirt and facial hair that had accumulated. The latter was especially easy to notice since Hyran didn’t have the same proclivity for shaving and hair growth freezing that Sheres did. Neither bothered to point out the rather drawn look both sported. 

Jango had, on more than one occasion, made it clear that staying in touch through comms was better than nothing. But Sheres had to admit sometimes that just made things worse. Being able to talk to someone so far away should have been a boon. 

“I think someone owes someone else a drink,” Hyran said after a couple attempts at wiping away excess grime from his helmet almost done nonchalantly. 

Sheres tapped a palm against the upper part of Hyran’s cuirass with a snort before spinning him around and nudging him forward.

“You say that every time we reunite,” Sheres said, dryly. Add to that, Hyran was the only one who drank. Sheres really only kept the other company, given his near hatred of alcohol.

“And yet, never ceases to be true, ner vod!” Sheres was struck by how sometimes it seemed Hyran had somehow inherited bits of Cyclo’s personality, though he was sure Hyran probably thought the same of Sheres. He stopped the train of thought before it got to the part about what parts of their personality were influenced by Jango instead.

With a barking laugh, Hyran patted Sheres on the back before they set off in perfect walking sync to the barracks.

It was there they both peeled off the armor that had gained more scrapes and dents than either would like. Oh, they could have grabbed new pieces if they wanted. Alpha ARCs did get some perks when it came to equipment. But both sets of armor bore scars from the battle they had lost the other half of their squad in. And that was enough reason to not exchange the pieces for unblemished ones. Jango had said the armor didn’t make the Mandalorian, at least not in the way many thought. They all had the same kind of design that was uniquely Mandalorian. But it wasn’t the dings and scrapes that proved they were Mandalorian. They didn’t need to wear their Mandalorian resume on their beskar'gam. And yet… they did. They needed to remember even if it led to aay'han.

Fatigues of pure black with red piping were thrown on in the armor’s stead. Normally the fatigues would have been pure black outside of their collar and hem. But Alphas, they got an extra bit of piping to show they were Alphas.

For once, Sheres decided against shaving. At least for the time being. Especially because he knew Hyran was getting antsy. Hyran was a bit more hyperactive than his brother and everyone knew it. Knew why Sheres was the scout sniper. With all the patience he could muster, Sheres allowed Hyran to lead the way to one of the bars nearby that “tolerated” the presence of clones and didn’t “suggest” they go to a clone bar.

As promised, Sheres ordered the first drink. He then allowed himself to watch the people around them. Always had to watch. Always had to keep a wall at his back so no one could sneak up. He enjoyed his juice, despite the fact he knew it was watered down almost as much as the alcohol.

He caught sight of a couple other clones and instantly clocked them at being barely graduated. No scars, no bruises, and still swaggering with confidence they had not yet truly earned like the twin Alpha ARCs. Most of all: They didn’t have that bulkhead stare. The same look so many people denied clones could have. After all, they had trained for war since birth why would they react to it in a negative way? To say nothing of the shellshock symptoms so many gained.

Sheres looked back at Hyran as his brother ordered his third glass of Alderaanian ale. It wasn’t cheap, but neither were the clones.

Sheres got through another two glasses of juice before he heard the newbies on in the other corner starting to talk about when they would be getting their assignment. They were annoyed they weren’t shipping out already. And they were getting progressively more drunk and thus less able to be of use to anyone anyways.

“Ignore ‘em, ner vod,” Hyran said with just a hint of slur. Sheres squared his shoulders a little and flinched when he heard one of the newbie’s glasses thunk on the table and make a slight screech as it slid along.

“Just hurry up and finish getting scuppered.”

“They’re just haryc b'aalyc.”

“Which you should be too by now and would be if you hadn’t chosen this specific hole.”

Hyran shrugged. Sheres was normally not this cranky. He just needed some sleep, he told himself.

To his relief, the shinies calmed down after a while which let Hyran finish getting his fill so Sheres could then escort his brother back to the barracks.

With a low sigh, Sheres helped his brother get his boots off. When he did, he made to leave the room but Hyran grabbed his attention at the last second.

“Don’t run off again. We have a furlough for a reason. We gotta burn it. Make sure your brother doesn’t end up passing out face down on his pillow, 'lek?”

Sheres knew Hyran really meant they needed to spend all the time they could together. They knew far too well it was easy to lose a brother. Though there were others that Sheres wanted to check up on, he couldn’t deny his drunk brother.

“Alright but if you throw up on my only remaining pair of fatigues I’m tossing you into the Under City.”

Hyran laughed hard enough he started coughing and gagged once which made Sheres freeze in place before rushing over as the medic part of him sprang to life.

“I’m fine, Sher'ika! I’m fine!” Hyran said quickly before coughing again a few more times.

“And don’t do that again, either!” Sheres said with a scowl, trying to pretend he hadn’t been terrified that his brother would choke to death right then and there and so close to the end of the war.

“You can’t give me orders, we’re the same rank,” Hyran teased. Sheres rolled his eyes before joining Hyran on the bed. He grabbed the datapad filled with various novels and short stories from the bedside table that separated his bunk from Hyran’s.

“What’re you gonna do, read me a bedtime story?”

“If you don’t start sleeping off the alcohol, I might!”

“It better be the Littlest Mythosaur, then.”

For a moment Sheres thought about when Jango had introduced the young Alphas to that story. They had been so young then and yet Sheres remembered every detail, every look, every inflection on certain syllables. They both did. The curse of the eidetic memories the first 2 generations of clones were 'gifted’ with and which became rarer with each batch further down the line.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Sheres said before playfully shoving Hyran’s head down back against the pillow and pretending to tuck him into the bed. Hyran laughed but luckily was not hard enough to go into another coughing fit.

After a few minutes of silence, Sheres looked at his brother to see if he was truly asleep. Believing him to finally be out like a disengaged lightsaber, Sheres got up to go over to his own bunk.

“Sher'ika? Stay? Tell me about that story Jang'buir told us, about Mandalore the Binder?” They both knew they both had the story memorized front to back and vice versa but it didn’t matter. For a moment Sheres mused on the rather childish way of asking.

“If you will sleep off the alcohol entirely afterwards then fine.”

“Of course. I always do, don’t I?”

Sheres chose not to reply to that, instead deciding on telling the story his brother wanted. After all, they had a furlough to burn and who knew what tomorrow would bring especially a man whose name literally meant “to live for today”.

@clingy-ghost

[the-brandy-bunch]

Hyran: In the winter, I like to wear a cozy black t-shirt, jacket, and jeans.

Hyran: In the summer I wear the same thing because I look good in black and I'm willing to suffer.

[the-brandy-bunch]

Flora: Hyran, truth or dare?

Hyran: Truth

Flora: How many hours have you slept this week?

Hyran: ...

Hyran: Dare

Flora: Go to sleep

Hyran: I don't like this game

[jacensolodjo]

Anyways I randomly remembered Sheres only starts wearing a kama after the war and it’s Hyran’s and I’m mad at myself and at Sheres for doing this to me