Wingfic side-shot: Trophy
In which Fox has a few thoughts on objectification, Riyo is a great bestie, and everyone is still bully Bly over being Aayla's trophy husband.
The other vode often refer to Bly as General Secura’s trophy husband. It’s affectionate, and humourous, and it stops General Vos breathing down Bly’s neck quite so badly. Force, he is so sick of that Kiffar. Between he and General Kenobi and their friends, one of whom was a healer, and Knight Kenobi often joined them, he had more forms to fill in when they had leave together than the last time a Senator got assassinated. Which was ten months ago, thank you very much, he actually does his job.
But still. Hearing Bly called a trophy makes him flinch. They know it does – some of the other vode do the same, but not quite for his reasons.
“I’m fine,” he says on reflex. Riyo hums, settling into his side with her ear pressed to his chest where his heartbeat is loud. He feels a sudden burst of fondness tear through him. She is his best friend, his second-closest confidant, and he adores her easily as much as he does his brothers.
He lets himself slump slightly. “No. No, I’m not. I know she means it fondly – it’s a joke, just a joke. She deals with the objectification just as much as we do. And the other Generals too, with their wings. I just,” he trails off, not quite knowing how to explain the panic ringing in his upper chest when one of his brothers-or-sons is objectified. This isn’t the Senate. These are the Jedi, their friends and family. He can see Generals Secura and Skywalker scheming something, and Commander Tano is playing tackle-tag with General Vos and Kote – no, Cody, here they call him Cody – and Rex and some Temple Younglings. It’s sweet. Click looks over at Riyo with an adorably infatuated smile.
