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“Ok but another thing Master Jinn: what does a guy mean when he says he wants to raw me?” Cal asked with as big and innocent eyes as possible.
He should seek out Windu and ask about being paid for this unplanned sex ed class.
“It means that he’s planning to give you the best sex of your life. Whether he can actually deliver, now, that’s another matter altogether. Beware of those who make exaggerated promises, they’re generally all bark and no bite.”
☺ - cuddles with my muse ((twin things 😭🥺 pls imagine either sweet youngling stuff or maybe after they find each other again after the Purge they kinda don’t want to ever be separated, whichever hits me with maximum feels and Soft pls))
Cal has that look in his eyes again; the distant one that meant he was lost in thoughts probably best left alone, remembering things and letting them hurt despite the pain only causing him harm. He’d had the look all through dinner, barely laughing at Greef’s bad jokes, and even Cere had given Cayden a knowing glance to tell him she’d picked up on his brother’s mood but was leaving it up to him to figure it out.
Cay understands the bittersweet allure of letting yourself get lost in old sadness, but he also knows that it doesn’t do anyone any good. Missing people won’t bring them back, and it won’t undo the past.
He can’t take away his brother’s hurt, can’t fix what’s been lost, but he can remind him of what he’s gained. He can remind him he’s not alone anymore.
Cay drops onto the couch beside Cal with a heavy thump, watching him for just a moment while he considers how to approach things. Sometimes words are enough to work on Cal, but other times it takes more. Cay feels like this is one of the times that might call for more, and it doesn’t take him long to come to a decision. Before Cal can have time to process or protest, Cay has him in a bear-hug grip. The action quickly develops into a mini wrestling match until Cere’s quiet, “Boys, if you’re going to roughhouse, do it outside,” interrupts them, and though a tousle isn’t actually his intent, Cay is quick to stand and grab Cal’s arm to pull him outside.
To his credit, Cal doesn’t resist, not even when Cay half-drags him through the wild grass outside and up the nearby hill where a few trees and their shade awaits. Picking the tree with the widest trunk, Cay lets go of Cal’s arm and sits with his back against it, crossing his legs. He holds a hand out to Cal, who hesitates, casting a glance back to the Mantis as if expecting someone to call them back inside, but when none comes he sighs and takes the offered hand- and is wordlessly pulled down next to Cay, tucked securely against his side in a movement that is half cuddle, half hug.
Cal huffs at the gesture, but Cay is silently pleased when his twin returns the hug, moving to hide his face in Cay’s shirt. A quiet calmness settles around them, broken only by the occasional birdsong and insect warble that floats over them. Cay holds his brother and hums a half-remembered tune from when they were younglings, and when he glances down and sees a small, soft smile on Cal’s face he smiles right back.
He can’t fix everything, no, but letting his brother know he’s loved? That people care about him and he doesn’t have to face everything alone anymore? That he can do.
💕 *shrugs* 👀
SHIPPING INTEREST CHECK!
Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no
My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry
How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes
Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other
“ And you’ve been hiding all this while ? “ The question rose along with raised eyebrow. Thunder roared in the distance. A bulletstorm of rain hammered on the shabby roof above them. The Jedi Master looked off to the horizons, eyeing as the bright sky clashed with black storm clouds above.
( Quite fitting ) he thought glumly to himself, brushing his fingers against the bristles of his beard. Imperial ships left streaks of smoke as they zoomed high above their heads. The familiar hum of its engine howled to the wind. Rain seeped into his robes — dull and slightly worn from years of use.
They were safe, for now.
“ I’m sorry, padawan. This ... predicament — “ The Jedi began. A slight crease appeared on his forehead. Tiny sighs escaped his lips before he shook his head. “ — The Empire has taken FAR too much from us. “
Starter for @psychometrictouch
HE SHOULD BE USED TO THIS. Being able to balance looking after the twins and his — rather not conventional job. It should have been easy, even more so given how in the past, when still serving, he was used to being a quite perfectly functioning human being with little to no sleep, hell, that was when he performed best. And yet, there he was now, barely going a couple of days without falling asleep in places he should not, or in the presence of people he should be entertaining. Life had quite the ironic way of operating. Or perhaps, he simply hadn’t realized just how much of a draining experience would be raising two kids alone, still, it was something he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Adrian and Jaina might be the handful, but it was thank to them if he still had his head above the water. Therefore, he’d gladly take all the unprompted naps and awkward apologies that came afterward.
There were times, though, when he wished it wasn’t like that, when he wished for his mind and body to not betray him and succumb to Morpheus’ will and let himself get carried away in the land of dreams. And that particular night was one of those, he had been looking forward to it, but then again, when wasn’t he looking forward to something when it involved the other man ? Perhaps, he shouldn’t have had high hopes on keeping awake, not when the other’s presence was like a soothing caress to his soul, the warmth radiating from him only made the taller man shift closer, seeking it; seeking the contact he grew fond of —
It was the touch that, while not startling him awake, had him opening his eyes, confusion settling over him for just a moment before the realization of what just happened dawned upon him. A quiet sigh filtering past his lips, ❝ I fell asleep again. ❞ Stating quite the obvious he shifted his position, just enough to not crush the other under his weight but still staying close, chin coming to rest against his shoulder only after he placed a kiss there. ❝ Stars, that shouldn’t have happened. ❞ Nose scrunching before hazel hues settled on him. His expression softening as he leaned closer. ❝ I’m sorry. ❞ His words punctuated by a trail of soft kisses along the other’s jaw. ❝ I’d say it won’t happen again, but I think that’s a promise I wouldn’t be able to keep. ❞ Despite the truth behind his words, he chuckled, head being dropped back against his shoulder, forehead pressed there. ❝ You are far too patient with me. ❞ A whisper, one that perhaps, was more spoke to himself than anything.
» @psychometrictouch cont. from HERE
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The Doctor wasn’t hoping to find much here. Normally marketplaces like these with vendors selling all sorts of salvage and parts that they’d picked up along the way had at least a small chance of a TARDIS part or two hidden amongst everything else. But this place? This tiny, green planetoid in this galaxy? One his people had, once upon a time, kept a close watch over to deter meddlers in the events that shaped it? One that even he, with all his travels and flouting of the rules tried to avoid too? And that he was only here still because his ship refused to demateralize after a sort-of-crash-landing?
Well, maybe he’d find something to cobble together to at least coax the TARDIS into going somewhere else. He was having to do that more and more these days as even his usual spots to look for parts were drying up. It was to be expected, he supposed, but that didn’t make it any easier.
Examining what appeared to be part of some sort of drive system to see if it had anything of use to him, the Doctor heard an inquisitive series of boops and beeps. Looking down, he saw a small droid- two leg-like appendages attached to a small body with a somewhat rectangular head that housed two sensors and topped with two antennae.
“Oh. Er, no probably not,” he said in response to the droid’s question. “I don’t think it’ll work for my ship- not without a lot of work. You’re welcome to it if you want.”
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“Don’t you worry, I got it.” He grinned, opening his backpack and pulling out a chocolate tablet. “Here, darling.”
@psychometrictouch: A mug with a red ribbon tied to it is left on Cardinal’s counter. The mug reads “galaxy’s best dad”
The mug is picked up, hazel eyes full of curiosity as they take in the gift-- and soon, the man found himself almost giddy as his chest warmed with the pride he felt over the text printed on it.
Galaxy’s best dad...
That was, perhaps, the best gift he could ever hope for-- the factor that at least one person looked at him and saw him as the father figure he perhaps had decided to make himself. Someone there for his children-- someone to rely on and trust--...
Knowing at least one person believed him as such? It filled him with absolute joy.
