romptsandasks anonim zapytał(a)::
romptsandasks
anonim zapytał(a)::
Can
we please see Anakins probably legendary and emotionally scarring
revenge on those rude fucking padawans and Voss? I want half dead
padawans in the healing halls after that last Master Mine and Voss
running for the hills
“Before you kill me!” Vos held his hands up to fend Anakin off.
“I did NOT start that rumor.” He yelped.
Quinlan had honestly been waiting for this since the moment he heard the rumor himself, he knew that everyone believed he had started it but he swore to Force he had NOT. The rumor mill was the devils work he swore because he could not figure out how half the rumors about Obi-Wan even came into existence!
And having Anakin Skywalker come basically storming towards him through the hall with his robe billowing up around him like a giant swooping krayt dragon was a giant red clue to what was going on. Quinlan was no fool, he knew how protective and possessive Anakin was of Obi-Wan and it was best to batten down the hatches!
Skywalker had stopped, arms crossed over his chest while glaring suspiciously at him. “Say that I believe you…”
“Honestly Skywalker, I know better then to start up a rumor like that. I mean its not even true, Obi-Wan’s had one rib removed and that was because it was impossible to regrow after he got it shattered during a mission with his master.” Quinlan rubbed the back of his neck slowly. “Like shards in the lung shattered and just totally no saving of it. Though I think they like created a fake?” Vos shrugged and grinned wryly at the blond.
Anakin raised his brows at the other man before snorting. “Fine. Do you know where the rumor comes from?” He grumped.
Shrugging, Quinlan shook his head. “No. Force fuck a sith but half the rumors about Obi-Wan doesn’t seem to have a real source. Everyone heard it from someone whose heard it from someone else. Its the weirdest thing. My guess? Holonet drama with people just creating outrageous rumors.” He shrugged again. “You should hear some of the ones about you.”
Skywalker just rolled his shoulders. “Eh, I’ve heard them, the one most outrageous are the ones actually true.” Then the man grimaced. “Well except for the one where I’m supposedly fucking Ahsoka.” He made a retching sound.
Quinlan grimaced too, he had also heard those rumors and the public could be quite crude about the padawan/master bond, not really understanding the closeness.
There was also the unfortunate tendency to oversexualize young girls, something he himself had experienced as Aayla’s master. It was worse with twi’lek girls but he hoped not to tell Skywalker that as he seemed to ponder something… but Quinlan was curious about something. “Is it true you sent senior padawan’s crying to the Halls?”
That snapped the blonds attention back on him and he blinked before frowning hard. “Yes but if its the rumor I supposedly snapped their legs then its fake. I gave them burns from the sparring sabers, its not my fault they can’t block. Honestly I might have been working out some frustration but their masters should train them better if these senior padawans are going into the field. Droids don’t have hearts to show mercy.” He scowled heavily.
Well Quinlan couldn’t argue that. So instead he shrugged. “Fair enough, give my best to Obi-Wan? Tell him I got a bottle of Corellian brandy if he’s interested in sharing a glass.”
Skywalker shrugged. “Sure, he’d appreciate that, specially if its the spiced brandy he likes so much.” He turned on his heel, heading back down the hall in a more sedated pace then he had approached Vos with.
Quinlan breathed out when the other was far enough away. ‘Escaped by the luck of the stars. Yikes.’
Quinlan had honestly been waiting for this since the moment he heard the rumor himself, he knew that everyone believed he had started it but he swore to Force he had NOT. The rumor mill was the devils work he swore because he could not figure out how half the rumors about Obi-Wan even came into existence!
And having Anakin Skywalker come basically storming towards him through the hall with his robe billowing up around him like a giant swooping krayt dragon was a giant red clue to what was going on. Quinlan was no fool, he knew how protective and possessive Anakin was of Obi-Wan and it was best to batten down the hatches!
Skywalker had stopped, arms crossed over his chest while glaring suspiciously at him. “Say that I believe you…”
“Honestly Skywalker, I know better then to start up a rumor like that. I mean its not even true, Obi-Wan’s had one rib removed and that was because it was impossible to regrow after he got it shattered during a mission with his master.” Quinlan rubbed the back of his neck slowly. “Like shards in the lung shattered and just totally no saving of it. Though I think they like created a fake?” Vos shrugged and grinned wryly at the blond.
Anakin raised his brows at the other man before snorting. “Fine. Do you know where the rumor comes from?” He grumped.
Shrugging, Quinlan shook his head. “No. Force fuck a sith but half the rumors about Obi-Wan doesn’t seem to have a real source. Everyone heard it from someone whose heard it from someone else. Its the weirdest thing. My guess? Holonet drama with people just creating outrageous rumors.” He shrugged again. “You should hear some of the ones about you.”
Skywalker just rolled his shoulders. “Eh, I’ve heard them, the one most outrageous are the ones actually true.” Then the man grimaced. “Well except for the one where I’m supposedly fucking Ahsoka.” He made a retching sound.
Quinlan grimaced too, he had also heard those rumors and the public could be quite crude about the padawan/master bond, not really understanding the closeness.
There was also the unfortunate tendency to oversexualize young girls, something he himself had experienced as Aayla’s master. It was worse with twi’lek girls but he hoped not to tell Skywalker that as he seemed to ponder something… but Quinlan was curious about something. “Is it true you sent senior padawan’s crying to the Halls?”
That snapped the blonds attention back on him and he blinked before frowning hard. “Yes but if its the rumor I supposedly snapped their legs then its fake. I gave them burns from the sparring sabers, its not my fault they can’t block. Honestly I might have been working out some frustration but their masters should train them better if these senior padawans are going into the field. Droids don’t have hearts to show mercy.” He scowled heavily.
Well Quinlan couldn’t argue that. So instead he shrugged. “Fair enough, give my best to Obi-Wan? Tell him I got a bottle of Corellian brandy if he’s interested in sharing a glass.”
Skywalker shrugged. “Sure, he’d appreciate that, specially if its the spiced brandy he likes so much.” He turned on his heel, heading back down the hall in a more sedated pace then he had approached Vos with.
Quinlan breathed out when the other was far enough away. ‘Escaped by the luck of the stars. Yikes.’
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