#angst was ordered today

[sandflakedraws]

re : how each brother reacts learning that they can't go back

you'll have to pry the "all the Brozone Bros knew what happened at the tree" headcanon outta my cold, dead dead dead hands.

[sharksandjays]

i wonder...if they went with the scrapped concept of Prime Empire where Jay's mom had something to do with the game...

it would have been really cool if, in the scene where they meet the chef, the waitress calls him "Jay Gordon" instead of "Walker"

AGHH I DONT KNOW IM JUST REALLY MAD THEY SCRAPPED THAT CONCEPT

And my friend and I were talking about what could have happened when Jay meets his mom...

And, well...you guys know how Nya treated her mom right? She was angry at her, treating her badly, etc. I feel like Jay wouldn't quite be the opposite but...he wouldnt even acknowledge her existence. She's a stranger to him. His real parents are Ed and Edna. I mean, the fact Jay hasn't said anything about his birth parents other than the scene in PE. He hasn't even sought out his birth father, who (supposedly) hasn't died yet because Jay hasn't gotten the letter? The boy does not care. Or if he does, it's just a grudge.

So I think it would have been interesting if it showed her trying to be all "oh jay honey" and trying to be a mother and he just ignores her. Acts as if shes a stranger. Pushes her away. Says "dont call me that." when she calls him her sweet boy. The potential. ESPECIALLY if she had something to do with the game.

So back to my earlier point. What if , throughout the entire game, all the NPCs and everything called him Jay Gordon.

I want to see him blow his top at one of them.

"Thats not my name!"

Thank you for your time

[gaywiththesauce]

This is It

RenGiyuu, 1.1K

TW: mcd, attempted suicide, depressing thoughts, blood

Giyuu opened his eyes. It was midnight, a time he knew too well. He was laying on a roof somewhere he couldn’t recognize. He wasn’t alone. Kyojuro was sitting on the roof with him. He looked over at Giyuu with a soft voice, “Hey, good morning. How do you feel?”

Giyuu sat up slowly, “Where are we?”

“Not far,” Kyojuro answered, waving his hand in some direction. He looked at the lights of the small city ahead of them. “You didn’t answer my question, Giyuu.”

Giyuu hummed as a response. If he was to be honest, he felt awful. His head was groggy and he felt tired despite the nap. He shook his head, “I’m alright.”

Kyojuro looked over. His smile was brought down by the sadness in his eyes. “Okay,” he muttered, and Giyuu realized that he was caught in his lie. Neither of them elaborated further.

Kyojuro changed the subject, “I’m glad you’re awake, either way. I was worried that you might not wake up.”

Giyuu met his eyes, trying to see why Kyojuro would be worried about that. He looked over himself, missing the signs of blood or broken bones. Nothing. He was perfectly fine physically. He looked back at Kyojuro again, “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Kyojuro looked back at the lights, “Maybe it’s for the best. I’d rather you not remember.”

Giyuu didn’t understand why.

Kyojuro sighed and slid closer to Giyuu, “Can I ask a personal question?”

Giyuu nodded.

Kyojuro looked into the dark blue eyes of his lover, “What’s one thing that you’ve wanted the most in life?”

Giyuu gulped. There was no easy answer. There were so many things he wanted throughout his life. Acceptance, love, care, understanding, compassion, better speaking skills, friends, someone to talk to; all easy examples. Somehow, Kyojuro gave him all of those. He shrugged. “You?”

Kyojuro smiled and chuckled, “You flatter, but I appreciate it. I know it’s not true, however.” Kyojuro looked away, avoiding Giyuu’s concerned gaze. He continued, “You want him back, don’t you?”

Giyuu tried to see who he was talking about. They were the only two on the roof above the dead street. Despite the bright lights that made Tokyo look like daylight, the walkways were barren of any passerbys.

Kyojuro glanced at Giyuu’s hand, “You’re holding him now.”

Giyuu looked at his hand. It held onto Sabito’s side of the haori tightly. He let go. Kyojuro commented, “You miss him. Do you want him back?”

Giyuu nodded while he stared at his blood-stained hand, “Of course.”

Kyojuro put his soft hand against Giyuu’s cheek to guide his avoiding gaze to those burning embers of eyes.

“More than me?”

Giyuu froze. What kind of question was this? It felt like a trick. It felt unfair. Kyojuro was making him choose? Why? It was impossible. He loves Sabito and Kyojuro. They helped him through everything. Giyuu would be no one without them. He couldn’t choose, he couldn’t choose.

Kyojuro hummed. He was disappointed, but he couldn't understand it like Giyuu could. “Why do you keep it?” Kyojuro put his hand on Giyuu’s green and yellow shoulder.

“I don’t know.”

“You do,” Kyojuro squeezed, “You don’t have a grave to mourn at, do you?”

Giyuu didn’t know how Kyojuro knew that. “I don’t.”

“What if you did? Would you stop wearing it?”

“I don’t know.”

“You can mourn at my grave. Will you wear mine?”

“I don’t know.”

Kyojuro sighed again, knowing that he wouldn’t get another answer.

Giyuu held his breath, “I’ll miss you.”

Kyojuro looked at him, “Hm?”

Giyuu avoided his eyes, “If you die.”

Kyojuro glowed like an angel, “When I die, you mean. Death is guaranteed, Giyuu, and I miss you too.”

Giyuu felt tears stab at his eyes, “Will you wait for me?”

Kyojuro smiled out of the corner of Giyuu’s blurry vision, “There is no waiting, Giyuu. This is it.”

Giyuu looked up at him for the last time. Kyojuro’s smile was beautiful, open, and accepting.

It was his whole world.

It was over.

Giyuu blinked.

It wasn’t midnight anymore. He opened his eyes to somewhere different. The first thing he saw was the white that distorted his vision. He blinked away the tears and stared at the white snow on the ground. The ground was cold. Everything was so cold that it was warm.

Something touched him. He shook at the force, but couldn’t move at all.

“Oh, thank- Over here! He’s alive!” a feminine voice called out through his clogged ears. He was touched more. The snow was brushed off him and he was rolled on his back.

Shinobu’s face was in view. For once, she looked concerned. “Tomioka-san! Can you hear me?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She worked on his stomach, doing something just out of his vision.

His vision narrowed, and the darkness bit away at the vision of the white clouds. Shinobu talked about something medical. Something about blood, about cold, and about living. Was Giyuu dying? The pain in his stomach hardly compared to his blue fingertips or his toes.

Giyuu rolled onto his side at the push of burning hands, eventually falling back onto something that wasn’t cold and red. The snow beneath him was bloody. It was his blood. In the corner of his eye, he could see his bed clothes stained with blood. So much blood, so much blood, the amount that’s when something pierces the solar plexus and goes straight through it. Huh. Giyuu didn’t know where that thought came from.

Giyuu’s head was held to view the sky. He saw something else, though. His sword hilt. It was pointing to the sky, held by a dainty hand. The leather of the straps was stained red. Why was it above him? With much more effort than he anticipated, he lifted his head enough to see where the blade was.

It was covered in blood. Everything was covered in blood. It was in his stomach. Seppuku, his mind reminded him.

“Stay down!” Shinobu shouted, pressing her fingers against Giyuu’s forehead as if he wasn’t already falling back. His head lulled to the side when she let up but scolded him further.

Another color caught his attention aside from the bleeding red and the rippling blue. Silver and gray, he could barely make out the symbols carved into the stone.

Here Lies Rengoku Kyojuro

Proud Brother, Dedicated Son

The Greatest Flame Hashira

Oh. 

He remembered what happened now.

It was his turn to save Kyojuro just as he saved him.

“You seem shy! That’s okay, my little brother is the same way! Tomioka-san, do you know anywhere close by where we could eat!”

Kyojuro saved him from loneliness. It was Giyuu’s time to return the favor.

I’m coming to save you.

I’ll save you, Kyojuro.

I’ll save myself.

I’ll save you.

I’ll save you.

[mantisgodsdomain]

Band wagon. As you are ofc already familiar with we shall reblog with images.

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

21. Friends hear through hotel walls? (Arabia and Ivy) for the WIP Ask Game !!!!!!!!!

Send me an ask from my WIP List and I'll post a little snippet or tell you something about it!

Ack sorry in advance this one is... Not Fun??? *hides under my desk* idk where this idea came from but I ended up writing it as a way to feel more comfortable writing Arabia/Ivy (there's nothing quite like putting character's in a crisis to get to know them better I guess??). Anyways, idk if I'm gonna post this one because everyone will banish me to angst jail and attack me with hammers and mean comments haha. But uh, here you go?? Enjoy???? (abuse tw)

Arabella curls up into a ball with her back against the headboard, trying to make herself as small as possible, trying to get away from the awful sounds coming from the next room, now entirely unmistakable as Satine’s boyfriend hitting her while she begs for him to stop. “You’re okay, Bella,” Ivy murmurs, momentarily covering the receiver with one hand while she rubs Arabella’s leg with the other. “They’re on the way. They’ll be here in a few minutes. It’s going to be okay.” Arabella shakes her head; she can’t seem to stop trembling, but it feels like it’s happening to someone else. Something glass shatters next door and Satine sobs and Arabella thinks she’s going to be sick right here on the mattress. Nothing about this is okay. She wants to lean closer to her girlfriend but she can’t seem to make herself move; besides, everything inside her is screaming at her to get away from everyone. Arabella covers her ears and squeezes her eyes shut tight, trying to block out the sound of her friend’s suffering, feeling guilty all the while that she has this option. There’s another loud thump from next door and Satine’s voice cuts off mid-scream. Ivy drops the receiver, her hand stilling on Arabella’s knee. For a moment neither of them moves or even dares to breathe, both imagining the worst. It turns out there is a more horrible noise than her friend’s cries for help, and that’s them going abruptly, horrifically, bone-chillingly silent.

[saetoru]

guys literally trust. one day i will venture into mastering how to write dark content and then nothing will stop me again

[nyxronomicon]

back from my travels with an insatiable urge to write

[reallyrandomtj]

@grislyintentions said HERE:

Droplets of water form and spill with a wet splash upon the ground beneath the Knight's feet when he dares to look up at the Aeon. 【Brave Warrior from Afar, with heart noble and true. How arduous a journey it has been.】 Was Yaoshi...weeping? The tenderness in their voice as they croon to the redhead comes with a brush of spider silk upon skin. 【Chasing the presence of Beauty across the sea of stars. Honouring their memory and embodying their vision... Idrila must be so proud.】 Elongated fingers hook at unnatural angles but not to gouge. The ends of Argenti's hair is gingerly brushed, raised by the Aeon and brought to their mouth in a light touch. Prickles and chills penetrate even the sturdiest of armour, ridding one of breath. A singular seed is nestled amidst the Knight's long tresses; lightly weaving vines that shimmer with iridescence, braiding through. 【A blessing. For your journey. May you reunite with that which captured your eye, Argenti.】

The Knight of Beauty briefly stared at the water that splashed beneath his feet, confusion being his first emotion as his gaze returned to the approaching Aeon of Abundance.

"... Idrila." was all Argenti could mumble out as an incredibly uneasy yet chilling feeling washed over him as Yaoshi took strands of his hair and brought them to their mouth. A shaky exhale escaped the Knights lips as green eyes caught sight of a foreign object 'sprouting' and taking shape within his mane of red hair.

"Have you..." A pause "gifted me with a form of 'immortality' after I mentioned that I did not seek it? ... What is the 'cost' of such a blessing?" Argenti managed to ask, his tone was quiet - he was trying to remain respectful to an Aeon of a different path to his own.

The only blessings that Argenti wished so desperately to receive were from the Aeon of Beauty, Idrila... now that a different Aeon gifted him a 'blessing' would SHE ever wish to meet with him? Would Idrila, if still of this universe, ever answer his pleas while the Aeon of Abundance had planted their 'power' within the Knights hair?

[patrice-bergerons]

I REMEMBER, I say like a movie protagonist with movie amnesia at a climactic scene, but what is it that I remember? What it felt like to eat ice cream at Toscanini's 🤦🏽‍♂️

[incorrectbensler]

Elliot: How did I get here? Why didn’t I meet you sooner? What kind of a coward was I to marry her and not wait for you to show up?

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Tama sweats nervously as she stands in front of the High Priestess.

She.. really didn't think this through..

Lucero giggles gently down at her. "You've come again, gentle dawn." She smiles a bit. "However, it seems like you came without anyone knowing."

Tama looks down, fiddling with the satchel around her. She swore a simple yet formal yellow dress. "I, uh.. I.. wanted to ask you something.. but.." She sweats. She didn't expect to be met with her so easily. "I.. uh.. I didn't want anyone getting worried or.. thinking the churches are doing something to me."

Lucero smiles behind the veil that was covering her face. "That's kind of you, Tama." She tilts her head. "What do you wish to ask?"

"Is.. can.." Tama looks down, trembling. "Is it normal to have a.. really, really bad feeling about someone..?"

The High Priestess blinks, taken aback. Then, she frowns. "This is an odd thing to come to me about." She frowns. "However, judging by your tone.. this isn't something you can talk with your family about, is it?"

Tama shakes her head, looking down.

"Come."

The two traverse deeper into the temple, the talks of priests and priestesses, knights and others there slowly fading away. Tama flicks an ear, trying to strain her hearing to listen.

Nothing.

The soft rush of water breaks her concentration, and Tama turns her head to see that Lucero had led her to the innermost sanctum of the temple. A waterfall poured from high up in one of the walls into a cat-made lake. Closer by the walls were stain-glass windows, with only one depecting an event. A she-cat that was clearly Bliss was kneeling down, gently holding the head of the dragon of Light.

"This is a place only I and my chosen can enter." Lucero looks back at Tama. She walks over to the edge of the lake, where a concrete wall was keeping it contained, and sat on it. "Come and sit."

Tama scurries over and clambers onto the wall, ploping down with a small huff after a moment. She then looks down.

"I'm assuming whoever you have a bad feeling about is an important person in this world." Lucero's voice was gentle, starting the hard conversation.

"He's a king." Tama murmuers.

"Hmm.. there's Bolero, Magnus, Albin, Damien, and.. Umbra." The High Priestess frowns. "However, no one has heard from Albin since the end of the Taiga Wars, Bolero is on too good of terms with Melody, Magnus in general doesn't seem like he could make a kit wary.."

She looks down at Tama. "Leaving only Damien and Umbra."

"King Umbra is dead."

Lucero pales beneath her veil. "That's.. That's impossible. An announcement would have been made."

"Letters came." Tama looks down, her paws clutching her dress. "Crows dropped them, I saw one. But.." She starts trembling. "Someone.. came from the shadows and grabbed it. They burnt it. And.. and they saw me. All the way up in my room. And.. and they just did a 'shh' moment before they vanished."

The High Priestess looks stunned. "But.. how do you know he's dead?"

"I heard it." Tama's voice trembles. "I.. I heard it was he was.. he was forced to drink something bad."

The elder looks down at the younger, who was considering more than ever. "And.. and I can't tell anyone." She sniffles. "Because King Damien killed him."

Time seems to stop. "King.. Damien killed his father..?"

"And no one will believe me if I tell them." Tama hiccups, tears starting to fall. "Because.. because he's doing something to them! Every time he meets mom, dad, grandma, and my uncles, and aunt, and.." More and more tears fall. "They like him more each time. They don't notice how he's.. he's not a Cat.."

Lucero watches, feeling.. helpless as Tama hangs her head, tears falling down to the stone floor. "And.. I.. I can think of someone else, but she's.. she's recovering right now. I.. don't wanna bother her.."

The High Priestess glances away, her ears lowering beneath the hood she wore. She'd been.. a little suspicious of King Damien, she wouldn't lie. She thought it strange that a son of Umbra appeared without warning, and yet her mind and memories insist he was always there.

She rests a paw on Tama's shoulder. ".. I see. I feel honored that you confided in me." At the young kit's nod, Lucero continues. "If you feel like you need someone to confide into again, feel free to come to me."

Tama nods once more before perking up. She dries her tears before opening her satchel and digging through it. She perks up and hands a metal cup with a rounded lid on top. Lucero tilts her head and grabs it, opening it to see..

"Ice?" She murmers, confused.

"Shaved ice!" Tama smiles. "A friend showed me a recipe for it! It's super good!" She grabs some small vials in her satchel, handing them other. Inside each was a different colored syrup. "That ones strawberry, that's lemon, cherry.."

The High Priestess looks at the vials before carefully shaking the cherry one. Tama giggles and hands her a spoon.

Lucero takes a bit and her tail nearly wags.

"You can keep it." Tama smiles. "It's just.. my way of saying thank you."

The High Priestess smiles gently. "Thank you, gentle dawn. I'll cherish this."

Once Tama leaves, Lucero stays in the inner sanctum before she flicks her hand. From chirping of light spirits, a large crystal balls form. She walks over to it, and whilst eating the shaved ice, she kicks it. "Hey, idiots. Answer the call."

"Okay, but what if I don't want to?"

"Shut up, Nox."

Eight other cats appear in sections on the crystal ball, each in similar holy attire like her. However, they all shared a distinct trait. Their pupils are slits.

"What's wrong, Lucero?" The one clad in green robes frown. "You don't ever really initiate calls."

"We need to keep an eye on King Damien." She cuts to the chase. "I was just informed by the Abnormality that King Umbra has died. And apparently, it seems as if King Damien killed her."

"That's impossible!" Nox shouts. "I or Unus would have noticed!"

"You know Lucero wouldn't lie about this." The one in dark blue robes snaps.

The one in soft blue robes speaks up. "Do you believe the Abnormality, Lucero?"

"With all my heart, Idur." Lucero nods.

"Then I do as well." The one in yellow robes smiles.

"As do we." The ones in red and grey robes nod.

"I suppose I do as well." The one in brown robes sighs softly.

"Eyre, Esen, has there been no word from Caspian or Zephyr?" Lucero frowns, munching on the shaved ice. She doesn't miss the way Nox is eyeing it. "I remember Zephyr aiding her a bit back."

"Aside from that.." Esen sighs, placing a paw to his forehead. "I've heard nothing. I've brought mention of the Abnormality a while back, but he spoke naught of her."

Eyre nods in agreement. "Caspian sometimes inquires to her health, but he has made no moves to see her himself, even whenever she's near adequate bodies of water."

Lucero groans. "Alright.. here's what we'll do. Eyre and Esen, keep an eye on Caspian and Zephyr." She points to the rest, except for Box. "Idur, Alder, Pailan, Ignatius, and Elia. Keep a very close eye on the rulers." She looks at Nox. "Nox, you and I shall contact the Ferrycat at once. We must confirm this."

Noises of agreement come from everyone before Nox huffs. "Alright, what do you have? You've been eating this whole time."

Lucero blinks. Had she been eating the whole time? She glances down at the metal cup, seeing that most of the shaved ice. She pouts a bit before huffing and glaring at Nox. "Shaved ice. The Abnormality gave it to me."

"Wh- I want some!" Nox growls.

"No."

With that, Lucero kicks the crystal ball, making it disappear in a flurry of light. She peers down at the metal cup again and this time, truly pouts.

She didn't mean to eat it that fast..

○●○

As Tama walks down the path, heading back to the castle, she gasps softly as she remembers. "I forgot to tell her about Damien's plan.." She looks back before looking down.

No, she had bothered Lucero enough. She shakes her head before continuing down the path, exhaling softly to keep her heart steady.

From above in a tree, Lumiere watches with an amused look. He lounges back against the tree trunk before standing upright and jumping from branch to branch.

Each time Tama sped up, so did he. As she slowed, so did he.

Eventually, she stops and looks directly where he is. "I know you're there, Lumiere!" She puffs up a bit. "Y-You know you can't hurt me! Because if I scream they'll hear me!"

"Smart kit." Lumiere's chuckle came from the trees before he jumps down, landing a few feet from her. "Quite honestly.. what are you?" He chuckles lowly. "Even Zephyr's blessing can't stand the Echo Chambers. And yet.. you still found your little friend.".

All of Tama's confidence drains away. "Y-you knew?"

He chuckles lowly, dangerously. "Of course I did. All those monsters in there are still loyal to me." He smiles. "They told me everything. But now, I want you to tell me something."

With each step he takes, Tama feels more and more sick to her stomach. Finally, he gets in front of her and crouches down. The kit trembles, feeling a crushing aura coming from him.

N-No wonder he's a villain.. Tama whimpers.

"How did you know about Damien's plan?" Lumiere chuckles. "He's been tight-lipped about it."

Her stomach drops. Oh. Oh no, Lumiere knew.

"Well?"

Tama takes some steps back, trembling, before an arm wraps around her waist, and she is lifted into a familiar embrace. A much warmer energy fills the air, but it was just as crushing.

She looks up, feeling both relieved and nervous to see Nimbus holding her. She looks over to Lumiere, who had backed up.

The slowly crescendo of violins and cellos begins.

"I think you should be leaving, Lumiere." Nimbus speaks, her voice low.

Light magic from both begins to spark in the air. While Nimbus's was bright and pure, divine even, while Lumiere's was a scorching bright, hurtful, and burning, hellish in all aspects.

"But we were having such a nice conversation." Lumiere chuckles lowly.

"Lumiere." Nimbus hisses.

"Fine, fine." The villain laughs, and the music that had been building slowly fades. Light magic surrounds him. "I'll see you sometime soon."

The Songbird snarls lowly as the tom-cat's mocking laughter fades into the air as he teleports away.

Tama swallows thickly. "M-Mom, I.."

"Oh, by Bliss, what were you thinking, confronting Lumiere like that?" Nimbus sighs, hugging Tama tightly. "I was so worried when I felt Lumiere's energy.."

"I'm sorry, mom.." She looks down. "I heard him, and I thought.."

Nimbus gently nuzzles her kit's head. "It's okay. All that matters is that you're okay."

Tama glances down, gently clinging to Nimbus.

She wasn't so sure she was okay, but Tama was good at pretending. She was able to fool everyone, pretending to be okay. She could pretend to be okay when the nobles looked down at her when she heard their whispers about her being nothing but a mooch.

She could handle all the things she heard, the hateful words, the cats being terrible. Calling her cursed, saying she was a changeling that claimed to have Zephyr's blessing and Aire blood.

Tama could handle it all.

Because she was just a kit. And who would believe a cursed kit?

[chaoticspacefam]

Better-late-than-never mini lore post.✨✨ (Obligatory spoiler warning for the Jedi Consular storyline, if you're a newbie to the game and/or for whatever reason haven't played JC all the way through yet and don't want spoilers, don't click under here)

I can't remember what her name tag was (sorry kiddo) but man, I always feel bad for this poor kid ;;-;; Gelan why did you have to do this to her she didn't deserve this. And I think This Is It for Aria. She's been a ruthless, "remorseless" (or so she likes to try and convince herself, *gestures at the PTSD*) killer since she was Just A Kid. But THIS kid (I'm operating under the assumption that this kiddo is a rookie. She sounds young to me, so I'm guessing she's absolutely no older than 20 tops) gets to her in a way that every other Jedi Master she's been killing for her father/Darth Noctis ever could have to this point. Maybe because it's a little bit like looking into a mirror of sorts....could that little hesitation and turn back be...some guilt, perhaps, Ari? ���

[destinylip]

Ngl I’m reading chapter 11 of manalaced realllly out of it and Hermione in this chapter is really druggged up and I have to keep reminding my self this is a sad fic and that I’m gonna have to be sad next chapter. LOL if you get my drift I’m pretty much in the same boat as Hermione with that potion he gave her.

I took a day break and read some hogwarts legacy fluff and such to feel better I had caused my self a mental break down when I first started the fic since while I don’t get triggered easily I have my self a mental strike when it came to watching handmaids a few years ago. Honestly getting tru it this way as I am reading chapter 11 is so much easier LMAO-

[the-greatest-8]

It was late into the night, the sound of wind rushing outside let Cody know there was a storm going on. He had woken in a panic, thrashing and twisting, his heart pounding and a scream ready to rip through his throat.

He had left the bedroom then, not even checking if Obi-wan had awoken in his panic- He just had to move. Cody couldn't stay laying down after dreams like this, he'd pace, and pace, and pace some more; He'd go for as long as it took for his shaking to stop. Not even Obi-wan could drag him away from it when it got like this, but he always stayed. Cody would feel grateful, if not for the sharp guilt that ate away his stomach.

Obi-wan was stood in the doorway now, watching Cody pace the small living room, stoically waiting for Cody to pause. Cody felt guilty once more, so he made his way over, slow and cautious, feeling like his skin was crawling. He pauses at an arms distance, enough that Obi-wan could flee if needed. Cody didn't trust himself enough- it was already proven he could hurt him. He takes a shuddering breath, "I almost killed you," Cody says, quietly, "I thought I did." He finishes. He feels almost desperate, old terror and grief making his words rough and raw sounding.

Obi-wan smiled then, it was twisted by old grief, but no less warm. "But you didn't." He says simply, and in a weird sort of way, it both hurts and heals Cody's gaping wounds. Cody feels a shudder wrack his frame, "How can you even look at me?" He hears himself ask, and hardly recognizes the pathetic tones his voice makes. He looks away then, afraid to see Obi-wans expression- afraid to see if he's finally broken Obi-wans patience.

He didn't notice Obi-wan draw near, not until gentle hands cup his face and and force their eyes to meet. Cody's heart feels as though it's breaking, as he stares into those beautiful eyes. Obi-wans gaze is kind, soft and gentle, they're soft in everyway Cody is not. Obi-wan hums, as if picking up on Cody's thoughts and says, "That's because I see the man I love, not the soldier who was forced to obey." Cody feels bitter tears flood his eyes, "I think you'll find he's the same man" he says brokenly.

Obi-wan wipes the tears that fall from Cody's eyes with his thumbs, "No." He says. "He isn't." Obi-wan insists, it's the closest Cody has heard Obi-wan sound like the General he was since- "He is the furthest thing from, and I think you know that." Obi-wan commands, stern, but the gentle hands on him lessen the tone.

Cody let's out a hiccuping gasp, and hides his face into Obi-wans shoulder, slumping into the man desperately. "I hope so," Cody starts, "I really, really hope so." He says, as sobs start to break free from his chest. Obi-wans arms wrap around Cody then, holding the broken man close.

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Authors note-

Hey! I hope you like this, the prompt was amazing, but I'm a bit unimpressed with my writing. I'm just struggling to write today that's all. I hope you like it! Honestly the angst is so good- it's killing me. 😭 Ty so much for this amazing piece of hurt/comfort!!

cody, quietly: i almost killed you. i thought i did.

obi-wan, who had very slowly, but has long since forgiven cody by this point: but you didn't.

cody: how can you even look at me?

obi-wan, cupping his face: because i see the man i love, not the soldier who was forced to obey.

cody: i think you'll find that he's the same man.

obi-wan: no. he isn't. he is the furthest thing from. and i think you know that too.

cody, just slumping against obi-wan: i hope so.

[game-weaver]

She can sense… something off in the air. She’s not sure exactly what it is, but…

“Do you want to talk about it? I can be a good listener.”

She does turn to one of his plants so she’s not immediately staring him down, stroking a leaf gently. “Only if you want to, of course. We could also just bake a cake, or play a game…. or sit in complete silence if you wanted to do that. I’m here for whatever you need.”

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He was quiet for a moment, going over what he could say or do. There was just a lot going on in his head. Honestly, he could just sweep it under the rug, to say he was fine and to just distract them both with her offer of games or baking.

"It sometimes sucks that pain is what makes us who we are. It shapes us just as easily as the good things, the sweet and warm times. Pain and grief though leave jagged parts that are nearly impossible to get rid of." His voice was quiet, eyes on the plant in front of him.

"And yet I can't ever bring myself to forget it. Or want to forget it. Because then who would I be?" When he glanced at her over his shoulder, his eyes were tired and seemed far older than he was.