08 Jun 2021
Other times, Obi-Wan thinks he resembles the cracked piece of branch his Master had picked up on that first mission years ago. Difficult to work with. Knotted. Inadequate.
He thanks the Force for Qui-Gon’s obstinacy. No other Master would have tried carving the cracked branch in the creche, preferring the solid blocks of smooth wood they saw in his classmates. Obi-Wan had had to convince Qui-Gon he was worth carving into, and now he tries his best to hold himself together so the crack would not split him in two and ruin his Master’s careful work.
Obi-Wan thinks his curiosity might kill him. He wants to know, needs to know the why and the how of Qui-Gon's little wood carvings, left behind unfinished on missions. And how he, an unwanted Padawan, fits into Qui-Gon's life.
Or, Qui-Gon carves wood on missions, seemingly to keep himself occupied. Obi-Wan drives himself crazy trying to figure out why he leaves his creations behind.
19 Dec 2021
Swallowing again, Jayce closes his eyes as their noses touch.
“Jayce.” Viktor leans forward and brushes his lips against Jayce’s ear.
Jayce’s entire body shudders.
Pressing a soft kiss to the space between his neck and his ear, Viktor nips at Jayce’s earlobe before teasing it between his lips.
“Let us try to disprove the crystallographic restriction theorem,” Viktor whispers softly.
Jayce and Viktor can't agree on how to stabilize the hexcrystal for public use. They resolve their argument in the best way.
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28 Dec 2021