Tag: codywan

the law of our being (48/?)

I’ll do it for you [AO3]

Obi-Wan still sat, fully dressed and skin dull with dust, when Cody
returned to his – their – bunk hours after they’d entered hyperspace.
Pale eyes, often bright with purpose or lively with mirth, were flat and
colourless in the dimness. Cody eased the lights up a bit and began to
strip out of his armour, the soft click and thunk of the plastoid filling the silence.

“Okay?” Cody asked when the quiet began to grow unnerving. Obi-Wan’s
eyes flickered to him, but his mouth remained shut, lips pressed into a
thin line nearly hidden beneath his ruddy mustache. Cody sighed, then
peeled himself out of his blacks and went to the head, efficiently
cleaning himself off. It had been a long day.

Obi-Wan still sat on their bunk when Cody stepped out into the room,
and so he didn’t bother pulling on his sleep clothes. Instead, he knelt
on the sleeping pad at Obi-Wan’s side, reaching up to rest the backs of
his fingers against his Jedi’s scruffy cheeks. Obi-Wan glanced over
again, the long day – the long week, the long bloody war sitting heavy
in his gaze.

“You need to get ready for bed Ob’ika,” Cody reminded gently. Obi-Wan
blinked, as if confused. “Did you hit your head?” he asked, ever
present worry blooming in the back of his mind. Obi-Wan blinked again,
and his gaze slid off Cody’s face. His pupils looked equal. Cody gently
brushed his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair, feeling for bumps or
lacerations.

“I’m okay,” Obi-Wan finally managed to say.

“You’re not, but it’s nothing Poke can fix,” Cody said gently,
recognizing now that Obi-Wan’s depression was rearing its head.
Obi-Wan’s head was whole, and Cody could do nothing more for his heart
than he already did, guarding that tender home with vigilance. “Come on,
let’s get you cleaned up, I’ll do it for you.” Gently, he pulled
Obi-Wan off the sleeping bench and to his feet, striping away belt and
sashes and the layers of tabards and tunics beneath. Obi-Wan stood
docile and let him, then let Cody lead him into the ‘fresher.

Humming softly, Cody washed Obi-Wan’s hair, then the rest of him. His
heart ached for Obi-Wan, who felt so much it overwhelmed him at times,
who worked so hard he was little more than whipcord muscle and sinew
knit tight over the bone. When the war is over, Cody thought, and
then blinked – he wasn’t in the habit of thinking about a future on the
other side of the war, couldn’t remember ever previously allowing or
following that train of thought. He still didn’t quite believe he’d live
though the war. When the war is over, Cody thought, for perhaps the second time in his life, I’m going to travel with Obi-Wan, and we’ll figure out what his favourite food is, and he’ll be able to sleep.

16. codywan?

bluemaskedkarma:

16. Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

…. omg I’m sorry I couldn’t help it. D: uhm, warnings for post-Order 66? And dang this turned out long. Cody is apparently a worry bastard?

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It all was an accident, or maybe it was the Force, or Fate, or any number of things he had long stopped believing in. The Rebellion had found him after a bloody battle and pulled him free, cut his head open, and stopped the insidious voice whispering “Good Soldiers Follow Orders.”

The Rebellion had expected a Commander, a warrior, someone to help lead them. They didn’t know how to deal with a broken man who remembered aiming a cannon at his General, at his lover, and firing. He remembered everything he had done in the name of the Empire and all he wanted to do was lay down and die.

The accident wasn’t the Rebellion finding him, though, you have to understand that. The accident was a certain starship running out of fuel during a quiet run, it’s pilot needing to stretch his legs, and swearing a bluestreak over Rebellion comm channels for someone to fuel him up and let him be on his way. His codes were good, top of the line, and made Mon Motha smile. He knew to be wary of women when they smiled like that. A tractor beam grabbed the ship–more swearing, and very creativy at that–and pulled it in.

“Commander, would you care to do the honors?” the former senator asked.

He scowled at her but went over to the ship and forced it open. The pilot wasn’t going to come out unless someone made them come out. Once the canopy was off, however, he could do nothing but stare at the fuming human inside.

“G-general?” he whispered, certain he was hallucinating. His General was dead. This man, though, was older looking with hair streaked liberally with white and harsh lines carved into a tanned face. It was, without a doubt, still Obi-Wan Kenobi and he looked furious.

“Cody?” the ghost asked, surprise overcoming his face. He stood up from the cockpit and Cody grabbed him, needing to know he was real, to touch him, feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat. “Cody, it’s okay. It’s, it’s all right. I’m alive, you’re safe here. We’re both–”

“Shut up,” Cody said, clutching Obi-Wan to him as they sat on the wing of the ship. He could feel the other’s realness and he didn’t know if he was breaking anew or being made whole again. “I. You. I love you. I should have said it before, all the time, should never have let anything stop me–”

“Oh, Cody,” Obi-Wan murmured, wrapping his arms around him. “You did tell me. You don’t need words to say these things.”

“I need words,” Cody said, desperate. After so long of not being able to speak his own mind? He was going to say anything he kriffing well wanted. Staring with telling Obi-Wan how much he loved him, over and over again. He had years, decades, to make up for after all. He didn’t care what anyone else said or did, so long as they let him hold his General and let him whisper words of love to him.