* 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌/𝘖𝘉𝘚𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 ⁽ᴬᴾ⁾

‘  life— the thing that happens to us.  ’

‘  you owe no one your forgiveness.  ’

‘  how’s that for a happily ever after?  ’

‘  silence has always been my loudest scream.  ’

‘  when I die, do not waste a minute mouring me.  ’

‘  “no” is short for “fuck off.”  ’

‘  you shine brighter than all the starlight there has ever been or ever will be.  ’

‘  i bet you regret making an enemy out of me.  ’

‘  we cannot control what we remember  ’

‘  i don’t even believe in people.  ’

‘  it takes courage to grow up and become who you really are  ’

‘  i am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.  ’

‘  whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. everything else is just noise.  ’

‘  i like the disaster of the night sky, stars spilling this way and that as if  they were upturned from a glass.  ’

‘  resist much, obey little.  ’

‘  be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.  ’

‘  i am a dreamer with empty hands and I like the chill.  ’

‘  i deserved someone who was willing to stay  ’

‘  you’re everywhere except right here and it hurts  ’

‘  time doesn’t obey our commands  ’

‘  girls like her were born in a storm.  ’

‘  only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.  ’

‘  people aren’t born sad; we make them that way.  ’

‘  some people are born with tornados in their lives  ’

‘  there is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.  ’

‘  tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves—  ’

‘  some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.  ’

‘  these scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.  ’

‘  and you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ’

‘  but what could you possibly see in her?  ’

‘  everything, I see everything in her, because the stardust that makes her is the same stardust that makes me.  ’

‘  did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul?  ’

‘  you clutter my mind  ’

‘  i close my eyes and see infinite galaxies  ’

‘  i long for a life i have control of  ’

‘  and all i have now are memories that feel like dreams  ’

‘  don’t be afraid of getting hurt  ’

The words don’t fail to bring a smile to the younger boy’s face, his own hand squeezing Obi-Wan’s in return as he lets out a soft laugh.

“Maybe if you become a pilot, you can help me on off-world missions,” Christian says with a hopeful glance in his brother’s direction. “We can still see the galaxy together.” A pause, then a frown. “I just don’t want to do this alone… Especially not without you.”

Christian knew deep down Obi-Wan would be a far better Jedi than he, and always vocalized his confusions on how his older brother hadn’t begun his apprenticeship yet. If asked, Christian would respond that he expects himself to be sent to the AgriCorps, not Obi-Wan.

❛ No matter what happens, we will be a team,” and he means it. No matter where they ended up, no matter what they ended up doing: Obi-Wan would always find a way to connect it back to his brother. ❛ A formidable team, perhaps the best in the galaxy!”

As he steps into his room, he takes a moment to roll his shoulder. Stopping himself from flinching at the twinge of pain. He hadn’t pulled something, had he? He was supposed to be at ‘saber training later! But instead, he just smiles back at his brother as he sits down on the bed.

“I think it sounds wonderful, Obi-Wan,” Christian says sincerely, blue eyes shining with barely restrained emotion. “Together no matter what.” With this, he pulls Obi-Wan into a hug, a gentle one as to not aggravate his brother’s wounded shoulder, and he sniffs a little.

Eyebrows raise in surprise, body shifting a little so he’s facing the older man fully. Hand brushes through thick brown locks as he speaks, a smile adorning handsome features.

“Christian. Ah– Christian Hayes,” he replies, shoulders hunching up as a sheepish expression forms on his face. Christian had barely seen an American since he’d traveled to the states, noting that the current end-of-the-world scenario seems to have wiped out a good portion of the population.

Britain, Christian thought sadly, was about the same.

He glances over the male, wondering what he was thinking. Obviously, everyone feared the fuck out of Negan, and some others were walking on some egg shells trying to get by from here to there.

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“But–” Christian starts, expression falling. “–I don’t have any strengths. The ones I might have are ones the Masters find unfavorable. Some of the initiates told me so!”

Christian had found out early on he had quite the talent for storytelling. Writing things like poems and short stories came naturally to the young boy, as well as a certain inclination for music - singing especially. Christian sighed and lowered his head, closing his eyes.

“I don’t want to go to the AgriCorps, Obi-Wan… I want to be a Jedi with you…I just don’t know if I’ll be a good one..”

❛ The other initiates have no idea what makes a good Jedi, only those who have passed the trials, ❜ he assures, coming up to the room of his room. Before opening the door, however, he takes Christian’s hand for a careful moment and squeezes it. ❛ You have plenty of strengths, even if not with a training ‘saber. ❜

“Maybe if you become a pilot, you can help me on off-world missions,” Christian says with a hopeful glance in his brother’s direction. “We can still see the galaxy together.” A pause, then a frown. “I just don’t want to do this alone... Especially not without you.”

“I know,” he says, a huff escaping him. “I’m not really a fighter, honestly. I don’t know how I’ll survive lightsaber training.” The younger Kenobi becomes nervous just looking at the hilt of the plasma blade, worrying about the impossibly hot beam of colored light that extended from the metal base. He knew what they could do to someone, and he personally wasn’t a fan of them.

“But, I’ll always be here to have your back. It’s what brothers do, right?” Christian wasn’t entirely aware of how uncommon his and Obi-Wan’s bond was, but what little he did know didn’t bother him as much as one might think it would.

Christian found himself valuing his relationship with his older brother much more, happy to have someone he could trust fully in such a turbulent time in their lives.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, was filled with the steady thrum of adrenaline at the thought of building his own lightsaber. Of customing it to his will and learning to use it as an extension of himself. The elder Kenobi - in some way - felt that his ‘saber would perhaps become his best friend. Something he could always rely on, and something which would always be around for him.

Christian had found out early on he had quite the talent for storytelling. Writing things like poems and short stories came naturally to the young boy, as well as a certain inclination for music - singing especially. Christian sighed and lowered his head, closing his eyes.

            ❛ May I present Jedi Master, Member of the Jedi High Council and General in the                        Grand Army of the Republic: Obi-Wan Kenobi ❜

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. 

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. 

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.