okay hng ... i DID already do one of these so don't prioritise this but... j's lullaby by delaney bailey, for cdywan of course... the sun vs moon imagery makes me weak at the knees
!!! oh my god i legit spent the past two days listening to this on repeat.....sooooo unwell about SO MUCH OF IT WOUGHHHH
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Okay, this one is a little post-battle campfire thing, because I love those LMAO! Featuring sleepy Cody, a small discussion of peace, and Obi-Wan being a sap <3
WC: ~385
Cody placed his bottle gently down in the grass, eyes clenching shut tight as he yawned.
“It’s about time for bed, I guess,” Obi-Wan said fondly.
“Think so,” Cody agreed, but made no move to rise. “The moon is so bright.”
Obi-Wan craned his neck back to look at it, and nodded. “It is, isn’t it? Big tonight, too.”
“Like a sun,” Cody said.
He watched Cody rest his cheek against his palm, gazing up at the bright, watchful moon. Eyelids half-shut.
“What do you want to do?” Obi-Wan found himself asking, his voice startling in the quiet. But Cody didn’t even flinch. “When this is all over, I mean.”
“You shouldn’t ask that, you know.” Cody looked undisturbed nonetheless, smiling as his eyes moved to meet Obi-Wan’s.
“I know.”
Cody laughed. “I want to go for a walk someplace beautiful, and rest when I am tired, and listen to the birds call and watch them dart through the canopies above my head. That’s all.”
“We never see birds, do we.”
“Never. Except for nights like this.”
And truly, there was the soft call of birds in the trees, the slight rustle as they hopped between branches. The insects were singing too, from the tall grasses surrounding the clearing.
“This is all I want,” Cody said. “I have it right now, here. I’ve seen peace, and it looks like this.”
Obi-Wan stared, swallowing back the lump in his throat. Cody’s eyes sparkled, lips twisting sleepily upwards into a smile. “You should have it forever,” he said, rasping.
“I’ll remember it.”
When Cody fell asleep eventually, body curled inwards, Obi-Wan stayed where he was, inspecting the soft moonlight brushing across his hair, the curve of his shoulders.
Moved to his side after a while, shrugging off his robe and placing it over him, tucking it behind his back. Brushed a knuckle across his cheek, fleeting.
“I want everything for you,” he said softly. “Anything I have to give, darling, if you want it.”
He settled down next to him, folding his arms in front of him and leaning back against the old log. Added enough wood to keep the fire warm, and watched the sparks scatter up to the expanse of stars to join them. The moon shone gently down on them, solemn and yellow in the dark sky.
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