#Mandalorians are The Space Romantics and Cody epitomizes this

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In Red and Gold, These Ways of Old: chapter 3

Quinlan Vos’s heart was armorweave, unraveling in two different directions. Cortosis and steel, strength run out into glimmering threads, lovely and leaving him with nothing but silk, slipping cold from his fingertips. He could just make out fraying edges, and lived in the fear of when he’d wander deep enough to grasp where they tore. He wanted- to be warm again. Catches on armor, whispering beskar, the utterly snobby wicked slant to Ara’s expression, twin to Fox’s meanest smile. Ara’s hair in his face, Fox’s arms around his waist. Falling asleep to dissonant Mando’a consonants, sense memory sinking soft and slow into his skin, sure safety. A bed- an office- a locked door- the fucking floor, if it meant her unbreakable grip, his calloused hands, the two people Quinlan loved most, making him feel real. He wanted his wife. He wanted his husband-

He wanted to be strong enough to be anything more than alone. “Quin,” Obi-Wan muttered, “You’re spiraling.”

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