#throwing snippets

[ironhoshi]

His gaze was fixed on the doorway, even as he ran his blunt nails over his Padawan's scalp. Ani's head was resting on his thigh while they both remained silent. The boy- correction- young man had stopped pushing him away and now clung to him. It was, perhaps, unhealthy, but he didn't have the heart to turn Anakin away. They had yet to have the conversation regarding them both being slaves and he was fine with that for the moment. 

He wasn't avoiding it exactly. Neither of them really knew how to bring it up, not after ripping mental wounds open in each other. 

The situation was complicated and he found himself often mentally sighing at his late Master. 

Oh, if he had only known. He could have freed Ani's mother. That, sadly, was in the past and he couldn't change it without the help of the Force.

Sounds of activity coiled through the doorway, adding to the calm atmosphere. Obi-Wan knew it wouldn't last. At some point soon three hyperactive time travelers would crash into the room. 

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He didn't like Anakin. Anakin was selfish, irrational, and more childish than Boba- correction- more childish than Boba used to be. His ad had moments of giving into younger actions, but Jango had the feeling it was an indulgence. A chance at grabbing something he had been denied thanks to a war no one had wanted. They'd all lose. He sighed and motioned to the Senator to follow him. She stopped her empassioned speech at Kenobi about how it would be oh so easy to show them as married. 

A questioning look was cast towards him by several faces, but no one said a word while he and Padmé left the apartment. They really couldn't stay on Kamino much longer, his apartment wasn't karking big enough.

It was partway to his planned destination that he realized he didn't hear her footsteps anymore. He glanced over his shoulder and tensed. She was staring through a window, down at mere children eating food with no taste. Jango shoved aside the idea that he had failed them. There wasn't time to worry about that, not when he had a mass exodus to pull off. The trainers- he frowned faintly. They'd most likely need to kill the trainers or at least the ones he knew would betray them. 

Later.

He'd sort this all out later.

“Princess,” Jango barked out while motioning to her. Her nose scrunched ever so slightly in annoyance, but otherwise, she hid her emotions. She was one controlled woman, no wonder someone had felt threatened by her.

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Don’t worry, I’ll get to the words in my ask box! Just playing some SWTOR today and focusing on a new chapter of a fic.

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That wasn’t the part that worried him though. No, it was the memory. He sighed and forced himself to stop smoothing his beard. His hands fluttered anxiously and he went to tuck them into his sleeves only to remember he wasn’t wearing a traditional Jedi robe. Curses, he was still dressed for sparring. What was he supposed to do with his hands? He stilled when Jango finally snagged one of his hands, lacing their fingers together. 

“Stop fidgeting, jetii. Keep talking.” Amusement curled through his mind. So bossy.

“When Anakin and I entered and tried to pull Cal free, well, I fear it showed us some of his past- future.”

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"Scamp, this is your uncle Obes-"

"Quin," Obi-Wan breathed out while covering his lower face with a hand. He knew his complexion was turning rosy. "I'm not-" Any further protest ended up trapped behind his teeth thanks to Aayla hugging him. Oh dear. She was also annoyingly affectionate like Quin! He was surrounded by touchy people. 

"What's that on your wrist?" Quinlan asked with a knowing gleam in his eyes. "What did you get up to while I was stealing my Padawan?"

"Aayla and you can share my old room," he blurted out in an attempt to steer the conversation away from him. It wasn't until the words left his mouth that he realized he had just walked straight into a frag mine. Kriff. Quinlan slowly smiled like a nexu that had just found some injured prey. 

"Your old room, is it?"

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Jango narrowed his eyes faintly at the three small faces staring at him. Those adike were thick as thieves. While he watched Boba shifted just enough to whisper something to Cal, who in turn shifted to whisper something to Striker. Well, that certainly couldn't be good. They were plotting something. 

"Master Kenobi," the Senator's voice carried easily, musical in cadence. "Perhaps we should move onto the matter of the contract while we all take some time to adjust to the fanciful-" 

Boba vanished from the couch. Jango raised an eyebrow in question. Striker gave him a proper salute just before Cal also vanished from the couch. A faint sense of unease started to rise in his chest. And then Striker vanished as well. 

"Wait-" Anakin said after a moment. "Where did they go-"

Kenobi just sighed loudly a moment before a loud rattling sound echoed from Boba's room. Yeah, that was about right for how his life was going. The adike had gotten impatient with all the talking. 

"Stay, I got this one," he informed Kenobi while finally setting the glass down. 

"Thank you, my dear." 

He could feel eyes on him while he made his escape. The whole thing was unsettling. Jango liked to think people judging him didn't bother him, but this felt like he was being stripped apart like an old set of armor. Maybe it was because he was already dealing with all the things Kenobi and the boys had brought up, but he just wanted to not deal with things for a bit. Checking on whatever his children- no, his child, Striker, and Cal were up to was a good distraction. He stepped into the room, door shutting behind him, and just blinked.

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“I’ll be fast.” 

Boba could only grunt in response while he yanked his finger on the trigger of his rifle. He had to trust Cal. They had managed this long and it wasn’t like the other didn’t know how to run. Yes, he just needed to focus on making sure none of the Imps below got a jump on the Nightsister. His shots hit each target and plastoid clattered to the forest floor in heaps. He could see the smoke coming from each body through the scope of his rifle. Bursts of green erupted throughout the clearing. It was a massacre and it sat ill with him. This was too easy.

Something was about to go wrong.

Suddenly he was wincing at extreme feedback over the comms. Merrin stumbled below. A series of beeps that sound like BD filled the noise, but he couldn’t quite make out the words. 

“Cal,” he yelled.

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"Obi, you were in some sort of trance- over an hour has passed!"

That- that couldn't be right. He had literally just stopped in front of the mural!

Hands suddenly gripped the sides of his face, jerking his gaze fully towards Jango. The concern radiating across the bond was almost suffocating. Throw in the look in those eyes? Well, he felt oddly guilty for something he most likely couldn't even control. 

"Jango-"

"You were...static." Confused surprise bubbled up inside of him. Static? "Like a transmission breaking up. I knew you were there, but the distance…"

"But I was just standing in front-"

The hands pressed against his cheeks a bit more forcefully and he felt when his lips mimicked a fish's. Oh, that was not funny. He did his best to level a glare, even with the ridiculous face his soulmate was forcing him to make. Jango leaned slightly forward and brushed his lips over Obi-Wan's forehead. 

"Please, don't do that again. The boys would be heartbroken if you vanished on us." The words were a whisper, a ghost against his flesh. His heart twinged painfully. 

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The shock went through the vode like a tsunami, fast and unrelenting. They had parents- actual parents. Elation and confusion ran rampant in the wake of the initial reveal. There were murmurs about why hadn't they both come forward sooner? Why now? The biggest question, of course, was whether or not Boba had known the whole time...