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the little wink bode gives cal after they meet up outside the lucrehulk… ugh.

a softer epilogue // jedi survivor (modded)

3. O death, where is your sting? - 4,242 words. Cal is in mourning on Tanalorr when he starts to hear the sound of drums. Collaboration with the wonderful @azu-mog who drew the art. Rated M for blood and injury.

Bode finds him up on the roof, alone and kneeling in the middle of a freshly weeded garden bed. His knees are dark and muddy, dirt is caked under his nails, and he looks…peaceful for all that he’s hardly ever at peace. Cal glances up at his approach, squinting in the sunlight that’s at Bode’s back, and he smiles like he always does, like Bode is the best thing he’s ever laid eyes on. It makes Bode’s stomach slip pleasantly, something he gave ignoring a long time ago. “Does Greez need me?” Cal asks. He shakes his head silently, still working up the courage. Call climbs to his feet, his knees cracking, and stretches, arms reaching high to the sky. The hem of his shirt rides up to expose a sliver of his belly. Bode watches and admires. They’re not normally in direct sunlight like this. It’s a silly realization, sure. But on Jedha they’re usually wearing hoods and face covers against the relentless sun and sand. On Koboh they’re in the Forest Array, shadowed by trees and rocks, or in Meditation Chambers. Rarely does Bode get to admire the shine of Cal’s copper hair or appreciate the amount of freckles on his face and shoulders (and his stomach). Or get to see the glint in his eyes. – Oh.

the snuggly sleepies… 💜