#lith writes

Bearer of messages, beloved god of roads, I thank you for your blessings and your presence.

Thank you, lord of travel, for clearing the path and lighting the way.

Thank you for walking beside me through the night and standing with me in the dawn.

Thank you, Lord Hermes, for the luck you bring and the love you give. May I stand forever in your light.

Father of the rolling thunder, Guardian of all people, thank You for Your blessings and Your presence.

Thank You, Father of the storm, for guiding me with a gentle hand, correcting me as I stray.

Thank You for the coolness of rain, for the beauty of a clear sky.

Thank You, Lord Zeus, King of great Olympos, for the gifts You give and the guidance You bring to Your children on Earth.

Sometimes the only option left to you is a collection of half-legible scribblings scattered across a dozen archaic books. Sometimes the only way out of a web is to unweave it. Sometimes the only thing possible is to just start anew.

Well, that's what Dooku was hoping for.

Dooku/Obi-Wan - Gen romance,

Bahaha I have to write more of it! I think you might have seen part of this snippet, but I'll try to do some more on it soon and shoot it your way. <3

He tosses his own jacket over Obi-Wan's shoulders, hiding the tunic and then hauls him over to an alley on the other side of the street, backing Obi-Wan in against a wall and getting a hand on the back of his head so he can tuck the Jedi's distinctive face into his neck as he shifts closer to the man, trying to simultaneously block anyone in the Street from seeing Obi-Wan, and look like they were nothing more than some drunk amorous couple.

Oh, he knows he's gonna regret this and if the drugged Jedi in his arms was any more coherent- Fox growls as he hitches one of Obi-Wan’s legs up around his hip.

Fox is only half paying attention to the very pliant and warm body in his arms, both for his own sanity and to keep a lookout for whoever is coming out of that alley across the way.

He's so focused on the other alley, chanting in his mind -Do not grope him, do not grope him, do not grope him- Fox is startled by the heavy puff of breath against his pulse point. The head still cradled by his hand shifts upwards a bit until there's a slightly slurred whisper in his ear of

This is for you @cliocodex

“My dear boy, your presence on the front has been such a boon for the Republic, especially when you’re leading the fighter battles, anyone can see that. The Jedi surely recognize your contributions there?”

“That’s what I’m saying they just got annoyed I spoke out of turn in the call and so they were punishing me-”

Sheev nodded his head along as he sipped from the glass of juice he kept around for Skywalker’s visits. The Knight apparently didn’t enjoy tea and all of Sheev’s work as a diligent caretaker of the Republic would be suspect if he started drinking heavily at this hour of the morning.

“It sounds like the Jedi are not conducting this war as you would wish them to, my boy. They should value the input of such a decorated General as yourself.” Sheev placated with a furrowed brow.

Skywalker had mostly worn himself out from the venting he always started off these visits with, which meant it was time to plant a few more seeds and fan the flames.