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text; un: stardust

[superweaponized]

Someone I know arrived in the city. I wanted you to know first.

He was my captain on the mission to Scarif.

text; un: oldfolk000

[hadthehighground]

I appreciate you letting me know.

Are the two of you very close?

text: un: amidala

[democratically]

Obi-Wan?
I hope you've been faring well through this kerfuffle.

text: un: oldfolk000

[hadthehighground]

Hello Padme.

Jyn and I have been laying low in her warehouse during all of this. How about you? Is everything all right?

text: mona

[beautiful_vengeance]

Hey. Thought I'd reach out after our interesting first meeting. How are you?

[hadthehighground]

Well, hello there. It’s certainly good to hear from you again, Mona.

I’m doing quite well, actually. And yourself?

action

[beautiful_vengeance]

[The days after the flood had been stressful, and before even realizing it, Mona had reached out to Obi-Wan through their bond. She wanted to be in his comforting embrace and forget about all the bad stuff.

She was sitting on the couch, looking at the view in deep thought.]

[hadthehighground]

[He could feel it. A note of distress and a longing. She was calling to him.

Obi-Wan had been rather preoccupied between his apartment being flooded, moving in with Luke, the beach ritual, and then losing Luke. It wasn’t until after Luke had returned safely that he heeded her call. The Jedi showing up at the doorstep of Mona’s beach house.]

[Video, un: scrapper]

[bunchofscrewups]

Master Kenobi.

[ Is he nervous? Maybe a little. Or a lot. He's seated on his bed, fiddling with the miniature of the Mantis on his nightstand, but he's at least looking at the camera. It wouldn't do to be rude.

Obi-Wan isn't just any Jedi, and while he's been friendly and welcoming, the idea of asking him for anything is nerve-wracking. ]

Could I ask you something? Or, uh, ask you a favour, I guess.

[Video, un: oldfolk000]

[hadthehighground]

[Hello Cal! It's Obi-Wan without a beard! Mostly... He's got a bit of stubble but nothing like the beard he had before.]

Cal is that you?

Of course, what do you need?

text: un: amidala

[democratically]

Obi-Wan.
I was wondering if I could pick your brain when you have some time.

text: un: OldFolk000

[hadthehighground]

Only if you promise to be gentle.

text; mona

[beautiful_vengeance]

The bond feels stronger.. I think I'm beginning to learn to master it better, Obi-Wan.

[hadthehighground]

I’m glad to hear that. Did something happen after my last visit?

delivery

[democratically]

[A small wrapped box will be delivered, holding within it six identical tea infusers, with a note.]

Thank you, Obi-Wan. You were spot on. It is right up my alley.
Padmé

text / un: a.mason

[foolish_photographer]

My dear Obi-Wan,

It occurs to me that as the weather is becoming colder, I'm uncertain if you have appropriate clothing for the season. Would you let me know? It seems sensible that we should get you some before there are serious cold spells.

I hope your day is most pleasant.

Your humble servant

Albert

[hadthehighground]

My dear Albert,

You realize we can talk about this in person? Though I am touched by your concern for my well-being this winter, I assure you it’s not the first I’ve spent here. My Jedi robes are more than capable of keeping me warm enough. You don’t need to worry.

Still I think you for your consideration.

Your humble submissive,

Obi-Wan

Action

[foundlingfather]

[Continued from here]

It's not a confession Din gives lightly either. Luke being the only other one. That it comes so easily, to the only recently rearrived Obi-wan, shows how much he missed him.

Din's a little surprised by the sudden movement, but his hands are quick to land on Obi-wan's hips. He doesn't stop the unzipping of his flight suit, the fingers tracing his mark making him shudder. But it's the words spoken that makes his breathing hitch.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum" He says softly back, breathless. His own hands quick to move up, working off Obi-wan's own robes

[hadthehighground]

They had grown close in their time here. That first time on the beach being the real start of feelings between them, or at least it had been for Obi-Wan. It had only grown and deepened as time went on, but he hadn't been sure Din felt the same way. It's clear now that he does, the Jedi apparently having underestimated it. Though it's also said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Thus it warms Obi-Wan's heart when those words are returned, banishing any doubt he might have had.

As the other man worked on disrobing him, the Jedi assisted. Showing him how it was done as there are certainly many layers to his attire. Din had seen his entire body before, and he wasn't at all shy with the exception at how his physique had diminished a bit. It became obvious that he was indeed leaner than before as the clothing fell away. Then there was the scars of course, most of them faint, though there is a prominent one on his upper left arm.

Once he was bare chested, his belt was cast aside as well. Obi-Wan then working on removing Din's flight suit also, zipping it down the rest of the way. He hadn't had the honor of seeing him completely naked after all, and he intended to change that. With the exception of his face of course. The thought of which bringing him pause, until he reached for the sash that had been around his waist, under his belt. Folding it over before looking at Din and then lifting the cloth to tie around his head and cover his eyes. "I won't be able to see you," he promised. Feeling that Din should be able to remove his helmet if he so wished.

[foolish_photographer]

[continued from here]

[Albert knows that Obi-Wan is in no real state to take in what is being said to him, and it's unfair to talk of things that require his focus and attention. So he simply nods, leaning down to kiss him again, murmuring a soft promise to discuss it all later. And then he can focus on ensuring Obi-Wan gets everything he needs, the pleasure he deserves. That spot inside him, Albert knows it well, and so he focuses on grinding his cock at the right angle to stimulate Obi-Wan again and again.

His fist is still around the other man too, stroking in time, although not well, considering how closely they are pressed together. But he can feel those jolts go through him, and it's quite, quite wonderful.]

[hadthehighground]

[Oh how he had missed this. While it was true he was completely unaware while back on Tatooine, coming back after a few months had spurred a longing and need for the intimacy only this man could give him. There being no other he wanted more in this world. Albert’s practiced and knowing movements only underscoring that need.

The Submissive squirmed under the dominant. Hungrily, desperately, returning his kisses. Moaning and whimpering as Albert hit that spot again and again. The Jedi becoming putty in his lover’s hand as he stroked his unbearably hard length. Feeling a building of pressure in his loins, he knew what was coming and did nothing to hold it back. With a buck of his hips and gasp, he came suddenly and messily. Covering them both in his hot release.]

[hisfathersimage]

[ continued from here ]

Luke gives a small shrug. Din was how he was, he accepted that. It wasn't about wanting to see his face, but these things, being able to share meals more easily, not having to focus on removing sight before bed. "I understand it's hard for him. I just hope one day he'll feel less conflicted about it, however that falls."

[hadthehighground]

It does make things a bit awkward it’s true. Makes it hard to get closer to him as he has literal barriers surrounding him. Obi-Wan and Luke, obviously, still care about him regardless. But even so…

“So do I,” he says quietly with a small frown.

“But enough about him. I want to hear more about you.”

Home Sweet Home

[foolish_photographer]

Albert likes cooking. When he was out in the wilderness of West Elizabeth it was less pleasant, but there was still a joy to it. Here? With all these tools, the light, the ability to control the heat of the stove and the hob, it is really quite incredible. There are some aspects of this place that will never fail to amaze him.

He finishes washing the potatoes and then lets the filthy water drain away before he dries his hands. That's when he hears the front door, glancing across the small cabin and smiling as he sees Obi-Wan enters.

"You're just in time, dove. I was just preparing supper."

[hadthehighground]

It has been a few months now and Obi-Wan has settled back into his routine here in Duplicity. As a submissive to Albert, a mentor to Cal, and a friend to many others. It was after a few hours of being out that Obi-Wan walked to his dominant’s greeting. Lips pulling back in a grin.

“Oh? Let me change out of these robes and I will come help.”

The Jedi removing his boots and setting them near the door before shedding his long cloak. He then walked into their shared bedroom and began to remove his Jedi robes. Sweaty and needing to be washed after the workout he had.

Eventually he emerged once more in something more comfortable. The Jedi having discovered things among his belongs that brought memories of a time where they both thought there were natives here. The man wearing the blue silk robe decorated with cranes. Walking into the kitchen with his bare feet to start helping with the cooking.

Text: un: organa

[simplegestures]

[ just after Padmé’s arrival, Obi-Wan receives a text message. ]

Senator Amidala. Padmé. She is here.

Text | un: oldfolk000

[hadthehighground]

She is? Bail, does she remember any of her previous time here?