biasanduntrue seb im going to bed but that does not mean you win
"If you keep screaming at her, she’s just gonna stand there. Maybe even knock you off and sit on you again," Qell sighed, watching his boy kick heels against the sides of the very unimpressed tauntaun. He was young still, but on occasion the old twi’lek wasn’t certain his son had an ounce of brains in him. "Don’t pull her ears, you know she hates it when you do that."
"He’ll learn when he’s stuck under her for an hour again." Janila observed, coming up behind Qell so quiet he might not have known she was there. He did though, seemed he knew where she always these days; that warm little finger-touch of awareness at the back of his neck like a breath of air. Maybe the Force, maybe not.
Hooking an arm around her waist, he pulled her in with a chuckle and planted a kiss on her cheek, pleased to find the effect still made her smile. He set his hand gently atop her growing belly, gnarled knuckles and chewed nails an odd contrast.
"You good up on your feet? I got this you know. I can always get him off that thing and doing chores." Concern lightening his slight growl of a voice into something more pleasant, he paused at the hoots and hollers coming from the tauntaun pen. "That boy isn’t right in the head since Birdy gave him that holonet implant. Next time he comes around, no more ‘toys’."
Janila arched an eyebrow in slight challenge. “He’s a boy, it’s just how they are. I’m sure you were dumb as rocks at his age too.” Pausing thoughtfully, she shot a sideways grin at him. “You were a helmet full of bricks even when I met you.”
This is it.
What doesn’t kill me should run, because now I’m fucking pissed
casually doodling and suddenly rax minus mohawk??
biasanduntrue said: galen is howling with laughter somewhere
Seb: Ruining my characters lives 5eva
Not for the first time, Cyrus Rax looked down at the young man trailing behind him and tried to see past some of what would have appeared in the mirror all those years ago. It was tough looking at him; this stranger, this kid, this son. His son if he was telling the truth. Well, genetics told the truth for him and the Rax bloodline made him look a near carbon copy of his good old Dad. The solid jawline, the hard profile.. hell, he even had some of Cyrus’ mother in his endlessly disapproving stare.
But there were hints of his mother in him too and that… that made this tougher than it may otherwise have been. Some of that sharp wit in his pale, angled eyes and hair that tended toward a muddy brown; shaggy enough that it was easy to tell it frustrated him, so used to strict Imperial standards.
Rax watched him a while longer as he went through his pockets to fish out his keycard. Boy had a nervous twitch to the fingertips that he half-expected might flicker Sith Lightning at any moment and a quiet impatience that didn’t sit so well on his broad shoulders. Almost an adult… would never have guessed he’d have an Imperial son come find him one day.
"Can we get inside?" Accent was all Imperial too, sharp and tidy. "There… there are eyes everywhere. They’re looking for me."
A week ago the young man had shown up on his doorstep, fidgety impatient and with a worried strain that had him tripping over his own accent as he spilled his guts out to the old Major. He was his son, he claimed, and the son of an Imperial Cipher who died years back. Caspira. If he’d known something like this would’ve happened, he would’ve tried a bit harder to kill her.