i have to send you a landoscar one too, and this involves our mutual love.... landoscar + jedi 👀
so are we even surprised that what managed to made me try properly writing in english was star wars? i don't think so. 🙂↕️
one ship/character + one word;
"We're running away, Oscar, I can't believe you're making us run away." And Oscar doesn't even need to properly look at him to know that Lando is simply offended by that idea. He hears the tone in his voice when he says those words, but that doesn't stop him. He simply raises his eyes to the sky - or, well, the neon lights and grey concrete around them, because they're still on Coruscant, and keeps dragging Lando by the collar of his tunic. "We are not running away Lando, this is called a strategic retreat." "Pretty words won't change the truth, Oscar." Two can play this game and, to Oscar's biggest despair, Lando plays this game very well. And, even more sadly, he falls for it every time. Which is exactly why he suddenly stops in the street, ignoring the fact mercenaries are actively looking for them right now.
"Pret- pretty words? As far as I'm aware, you and I got the same lessons at the temple, even attended the same kriffing classes, so what are you on about now?". Lando doesn't blink, doesn't smile, simply looks at him, dead in the eye. "Master Vos said-", and Oscar groans, because if he has to hear any more words about what Quinlan Vos has to say about strategy and combat, he'll start committing a murder - the Code be damned. And he's supposed to be the youngest between the two of them - which you wouldn't believe right now. Or most of the time truly. Lando, thank the Force, finally shuts up, but the smirk now displayed on his face says everything he didn't properly. Oscar is sure his irises are fully black at this instance, and he wonders if anyone has ever fallen to the Dark Side simply because their lover, companion, fellow Jedi Knight was annoying. Probably, to be fair. The Order doesn't exactly have the cleanest story ever, no matter what they're trying to say. Or hide. Mostly hide.
Oscar opens his mouth to speak, before Lando even thinks of doing it again, but the shouts behind them stop him from saying anything. Of course they found them, and the look he sends in Lando's direction says a thousand words for him. Lando isn't even apologetic, he never is, but his perfect lips mouth does quip in a way that means oopsie. Oopsie. Oh he'll end up murdering him one day, he will. If that man doesn't lead him to his death first, to be fair. That is, however, for another day. For today, they have to deal with the Separatists' threat lurking in the shadows of Coruscant.
He sends a prayer, to the Force, to any kriffing god that exists anywhere, as Lando's blue lightsaber suddenly illuminates the decrepit walls around them, and the faces of the few curious thieves that thought they were easy prey. They're not, they realise in that exact moment, as Oscar's green blade lights up too - no one wants to go against a Jedi, let alone two. Especially when one of them looks so… manic. And, once again, like pretty much every day of his life now, Oscar regrets the moment he extended a hand to little toddler Lando, crying for his first day at the temple. But does he really? He refuses to think about it, not right now. Not as they have to eliminate the mercenaries they were only supposed to spy on, and then report to the Council they, uh, lost their lead. Lost their lead, Oscars scoffs for himself, as he starts hearing the screams of the ones that thought Lando looked like an easy target. May the Force be with him, indeed.
