Verwarring schept lijden. Heks raakt de kluts kwijt. Dan hoor ik een oude vertrouwde stem in mijn oor. Met een vet Haags accent: 'Je hoeft jezelf niet langer te verdedigen, Heks, je hoeft niet altijd alles uit te leggen. Daarmee geef je heel veel macht aan bepaalde medemensen. Je kunt echter niet in hun kop kijken. En je kunt hen ook niet veranderen. Geef die mensen gewoon gelijk. Dan ben je er van af....'
Heks doet een vastenkuurtje. ‘Lief lichaam,’ zeg ik tegen mijn lijf, ‘De komende dagen krijg je niks te eten, de knop gaat om….’ Het is lang geleden, dat ik dat tegen mijn fysieke verschijning gezegd heb. Geen idee of mijn incarnatie, mijn vleesgeworden zelf, nog zo gemakkelijk die knop om kan zetten. We gaan het zien.
Direct aan het begin van mijn kuur, ik ben netaan 3 uur bezig, gooit iemand…
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Prompt 156
Bruce is very much not happy. He’s stuck in an absolutely tiny body, with hands that can barely grip onto anything. Not to mention he’s somewhere completely unfamiliar with way too much sun and his body, what, maybe a year? He can barely even stand.
Ugh. Next time he’s definitely not jumping between his teammates and an unknown energy beam-thing.
Now if he could not wobble and trip over what was his outfit but now seems to be a way too big cloak or cape, that would be great. Actually it might be his gear just well, only his cape. First thing is first, finding out where- or even when- the heck he is.
Danny is honestly blaming Clockwork for everything when he spots a baby that could pass as his baby brother. And he knows he doesn’t have any more clones, seeing as he cleaned out Vlad’s lab himself. So. There’s apparently a tiny very liminal-feeling baby crawling around in what is practically a war zone thanks to the GIW.
So he could be forgiven for picking the tiny child up as he runs, because if the GIW does another attack or bombing… Yeah, he’d rather the literal infant be in one of the safe zones protected by altered ecto shields, even if there was no clue as to where they came from.
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A Disturbed State Of The Natural Environment, Gods-Fucking-Dammit
A Pada-Wan Story
for @lttrsfrmlnrrgby
“Obi— Commander Kenobi-“
“You can call me Obi-Wan, Cody,” the kid huffs. “Neither you nor I will suddenly combust into a ball of fire if you do.”
You don’t know that, Cody thinks, not liking how his voice sounds in his mind.
Four days since the incident - or, “The Incident,” how Boil and Waxer like to say in unison with the bucket lights under their chins -, two since the 104th of all Battalions received their signal and towed the 212th fleet to the nearest station within the Republic that would allow them to overhaul the ships’ electronics.
It has been exactly two point five hours since Wolffe stopped wheezing at Cody over comms. Nearly as much time as the kid had vanished from under Cody’s paranoid nose.
“Councilor Kenobi is safe and sound,” General Koon had assured him while Wolffe stood at perfect parade rest a step behind, shriek-laughing his armor off.
The kid sighs. “You have come here for a reason?” he asks, stubborn and prim. “Or is Wooley babysitting me not enough?” He points a thumb over his shoulder to Wooley popping up several yards away, waving.
“If you haven’t noticed Hook, Line, and Sinker also keeping an eye on you, my trepidations are justified.”
The kid rolls his eyes, gesturing to three empty looking spots in the distance. “I am well aware Master Koon is in league with you.”
Cody will not explain safety precautions again. He’s saving that for when the kid really sets out to stomp on any and all walls Cody had to hastily and thoroughly built when his General, his partner, suddenly turned into a child at the worst possible development stage for Cody’s sanity.
The kid studies him while Cody is trying to come up with a legitimate reason for looking for him. Direct admittance to personal concern would backfire on Cody in multiple, entertaining ways, and he frankly doesn’t want to deal with that. From the kid being smug that Cody cares about him very much so keeping his distance must mean something more. To accusations of not trusting Obi-Wan (which, correct, Cody doesn’t know him after all), seeing him as a kid (also true) when he’s sixteen and basically a stone’s throw away from becoming a geezer.
Sixteen. Cody shudders. He remembers very well that half year when he was that developmental age. He shudders again. Gods, the mood swings alone.
“I am reasonably paranoid about your welfare,” he says at last. Wooden which makes him cringe but he’s never lied to Obi-Wan and he’s not starting now.
The kid stares at him for a while. One corner of his mouth quirks up with a shrug and a shuttered look in his eyes Cody desperately wants to make better. “It’s different when they really are out to get you, isn’t it.” The Council had explained how precarious his older self’s safety was at the best of times. Cody had only seen the aftermath and the accompanying ranting about life choices with the occasional visibly happy understanding that Obi-Wan could, actually, grow a non-patchy beard when he’s got a few more years on him.
“May I sit with you?” Cody asks. Shoveling his own metaphorical grave is so much easier with mixed signals after all. But he misses the older Obi-Wan. It’s not fair of him but he needs this.
The expected blush blooms on freckled cheeks. “Yes, of course!” is the eager reply, followed by more blushing.
It’s endearingly cute and Cody would like to chew on his bucket now.
The kid scoots over, wide eyed and expectant.
Gingerly, Cody lowers himself, ignoring the armor digging into his ass and thighs. And lets the silence stretch.
This, really, is what he came here for. A self-indulgent little break to catch his breath. The High General of a Systems Army is compromised and that fact has to remain eyes only to an exclusive handful of people. Only the Jedi Council knows out of obvious necessity. So it’s up to Cody to keep everything else running, keeping the admiralty in the dark because even teenaged Obi-Wan had said he’s got a bad feeling if they were to tell the brass. So they haven’t.
Usually, when flimsiwork and war horrors keep stacking up and expand into an avalanche, Obi-Wan and Cody sit together in silence, sharing a precious cup of real tea, being together and lending support and strength they can’t find for themselves but can always, always find for each other.
Selfishly he wants that strength from Obi-Wan now, the warmth of his body nearby. He’s already breathing easier.
The kid is looking at him curiously, but Cody chooses not to say anything. Instead he turns forward once more, watching the busy night markets of the station and the stars behind it. After a moment the kid does the same.
Shoulders slowly relax and the silence becomes comfortable.
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Clone Wars: When Brothers Lie
Fox hides behind the Vod who swears his name is Cody, out of sight from the Kaminoan Senator that passes by.
Cody gently shushes him, grabbing the small cadet's hands as he pretends to stand at attention with arms behind his back.
The Jedi with him cover Fox's feet with his cloak, standing too close to his apparent brother that Fox wonders if they're more than friends.
Once the Kaminoan is out of sight, Cody drops to one knee, holding Fox's face between his hands.
Fox would have thought the Vod to be Alpha-17 if it wasn't for the distinctive scar on his face, the scar Cody got protecting him from a trainer a few weeks ago.
"Why are you big?" He asks and Cody quips back, "why are you small?"
Neither refuses to back down and Fox wonders if the war was anything like how they'd imagined it.
He traces a small wrinkle on Cody's face, identical to the ones Jango sported.
"What happened to you?" He whispers and Cody grabs his wandering hands, bringing him into a gentle Keldabe.
"I grew up."
"And I didn't?" Fox doesn't think that makes any sense. Cody's lips quirk upward just a bit on the side.
"You did." His eyes become haunted, despair clouding his vision. "Perhaps a little too soon." His brows furrowed down in regret and Fox gives in to the urge to hug his Ori'vod.
"What happened to me?"
Cody squeezes Fox tight, the cadet hardly minding. He rarely got hugs on Kamino and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s from Alpha-17.
"I don't know."
Fox stares at the carpet, eyes flicking back and forth in thought. He breathes in.
Cody always was a shit liar.
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