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tenel_kaRemember when I said Zekk was my fandom bicycle?
Yeah. I'll just leave you with this little snippet I found in my "unfinishedstarwarsshit.txt" file today. Uh, slash warning? Except not... really? I don't even know.
"Ngghh, whaaaaaat." Kyp Durron turned over onto his right side, his eyes peeling open and landing on a blinking comlink that sat on his nightstand next to a datapad. And a belt.
The dim light that filled the room vaguely informed Kyp that it was dawn on Coruscant and the sun would be spilling between buildings and in windows within minutes.
Great. Good morning.
He slammed a hand down over the comlink and picked it up, fumbling for the switch and squinting against the faint sunlight outside.
"'lo?"
"Kyp, good morning."
"Master Skywalker..." He scrambled to a sitting position and blinked the sleep away, attempting to be as attentive as possible. As he waited for the Jedi Master to continue, he slowly took note of the spilled jug of alcohol near the entrance to his room and the clothing thrown haphazardly around the room. Belt on the nightstand, cloak on the ground.
The only thing he remembered was that there was someone in bed with him. He tossed a glance over his shoulder to see dark blue sheets bundled up to the chin - and Kyp could make out the back of a head of messy black hair. From the clothes thrown around, it must've been nine hells of a time. Where had her clothes gone though? Kyp could only see the drab shades of brown--
"I was just giving you a heads up that you need to be at the temple in four hours for your mission briefing. Wanted to remind you early so you had time to pack... because I know you haven't yet."
"Ngggh." He kicked a boot out of the way and stood, wandering to the dresser that stood against one of the walls of his quarters. "You know me too well, Master Skywalker."
With a quiet chuckle, Luke Skywalker signed off.
He briefly wondered if the others on the mission would be getting the same early wake up call or if he was just lucky. He smirked at this thought when he heard a comlink going off on the other side of his room. It was on the other nightstand.
His eyes had adjusted to the light in the room at this point and they were locked on his hands, which were resting on the handles of the top drawer of his dresser. It was just a coincidence, right? Anyone could be calling--
"This is Master Skywalker. Sorry to wake you."
Kyp's fingers clenched around the edge of the dresser. Why was the girl in his bed talking to Master Skywalker?
"No, no problem," the voice murmured from Kyp's bed.
Slowly shifting around, Kyp put his back to his dresser and crossed his arms.
Really?
A quick glance around. The brown robes and all the giant boots. All four of them.
Really?
"Yeah, thanks Master Skywalker, I'll be there. See you then."
He watched a pale, bare chest emerge from the sheets and slender fingers shoot up to a face, blocking the sunlight from a pair of green eyes.
"How's it going, buddy?" Kyp inquired, flatly.
Those same green eyes suddenly widened and shot in his direction. With only a moments hesitation -- when all the facts settled in his head -- Zekk scrambled backwards, falling out of Kyp's bed with the sheet around his waist.
He had disappeared behind the other side of the bed and the silence lingered in the air while Kyp waited for him to stand up again.
"No."
Kyp heard the voice from the floor on the other side of the bed.
"No. No. No."
Finally managing to stumble to his feet, Zekk was still trying to hold the sheet around his waist. Kyp stifled a laugh.
"What? No."
Durron said nothing. He just watched the younger Jedi and yawned, shoving his hands in the pockets of the pants he always slept in (and rarely washed).
"No. No."
Zekk just kept repeating it, his head shaking back and forth. Kyp started nodding his head on every no and walked back to his bed, one foot in front of the other, to the beat of Zekk's protests.
"Kyp."
"Mmmm?"
"No, w-we--"
Kyp shrugged and jabbed a thumb behind him to the large and almost empty bottle of ale still on the floor. He crawled back under the sheets, turned onto his stomach and waited for the fabric to settle around him before shifting his gaze back to Zekk.
"No."
"Yes, Zekk." He shut his eyes. "Now go back to sleep. We have four hours till we have to be at the temple and I have a really bad hangover to sleep off. If you slept in my bed, then you probably do too."
Kyp wasn't sure whether Zekk ever got back in bed or not. He had fallen back asleep almost instantly.
So this is pretty much Zekk:
We all know he secretly liked it though okay.
(There was also a scene later where Jacen Solo notices a mark on Zekk's neck when he ties his hair back at the temple. Zekk gives one of these :| to a smirking Kyp across the room over Jacen's shoulder and Jacen notices it and goes batshit. Hey Jacen, u jelly.)
Yeah. I'll just leave you with this little snippet I found in my "unfinishedstarwarsshit.txt" file today. Uh, slash warning? Except not... really? I don't even know.
"Ngghh, whaaaaaat." Kyp Durron turned over onto his right side, his eyes peeling open and landing on a blinking comlink that sat on his nightstand next to a datapad. And a belt.
The dim light that filled the room vaguely informed Kyp that it was dawn on Coruscant and the sun would be spilling between buildings and in windows within minutes.
Great. Good morning.
He slammed a hand down over the comlink and picked it up, fumbling for the switch and squinting against the faint sunlight outside.
"'lo?"
"Kyp, good morning."
"Master Skywalker..." He scrambled to a sitting position and blinked the sleep away, attempting to be as attentive as possible. As he waited for the Jedi Master to continue, he slowly took note of the spilled jug of alcohol near the entrance to his room and the clothing thrown haphazardly around the room. Belt on the nightstand, cloak on the ground.
The only thing he remembered was that there was someone in bed with him. He tossed a glance over his shoulder to see dark blue sheets bundled up to the chin - and Kyp could make out the back of a head of messy black hair. From the clothes thrown around, it must've been nine hells of a time. Where had her clothes gone though? Kyp could only see the drab shades of brown--
"I was just giving you a heads up that you need to be at the temple in four hours for your mission briefing. Wanted to remind you early so you had time to pack... because I know you haven't yet."
"Ngggh." He kicked a boot out of the way and stood, wandering to the dresser that stood against one of the walls of his quarters. "You know me too well, Master Skywalker."
With a quiet chuckle, Luke Skywalker signed off.
He briefly wondered if the others on the mission would be getting the same early wake up call or if he was just lucky. He smirked at this thought when he heard a comlink going off on the other side of his room. It was on the other nightstand.
His eyes had adjusted to the light in the room at this point and they were locked on his hands, which were resting on the handles of the top drawer of his dresser. It was just a coincidence, right? Anyone could be calling--
"This is Master Skywalker. Sorry to wake you."
Kyp's fingers clenched around the edge of the dresser. Why was the girl in his bed talking to Master Skywalker?
"No, no problem," the voice murmured from Kyp's bed.
Slowly shifting around, Kyp put his back to his dresser and crossed his arms.
Really?
A quick glance around. The brown robes and all the giant boots. All four of them.
Really?
"Yeah, thanks Master Skywalker, I'll be there. See you then."
He watched a pale, bare chest emerge from the sheets and slender fingers shoot up to a face, blocking the sunlight from a pair of green eyes.
"How's it going, buddy?" Kyp inquired, flatly.
Those same green eyes suddenly widened and shot in his direction. With only a moments hesitation -- when all the facts settled in his head -- Zekk scrambled backwards, falling out of Kyp's bed with the sheet around his waist.
He had disappeared behind the other side of the bed and the silence lingered in the air while Kyp waited for him to stand up again.
"No."
Kyp heard the voice from the floor on the other side of the bed.
"No. No. No."
Finally managing to stumble to his feet, Zekk was still trying to hold the sheet around his waist. Kyp stifled a laugh.
"What? No."
Durron said nothing. He just watched the younger Jedi and yawned, shoving his hands in the pockets of the pants he always slept in (and rarely washed).
"No. No."
Zekk just kept repeating it, his head shaking back and forth. Kyp started nodding his head on every no and walked back to his bed, one foot in front of the other, to the beat of Zekk's protests.
"Kyp."
"Mmmm?"
"No, w-we--"
Kyp shrugged and jabbed a thumb behind him to the large and almost empty bottle of ale still on the floor. He crawled back under the sheets, turned onto his stomach and waited for the fabric to settle around him before shifting his gaze back to Zekk.
"No."
"Yes, Zekk." He shut his eyes. "Now go back to sleep. We have four hours till we have to be at the temple and I have a really bad hangover to sleep off. If you slept in my bed, then you probably do too."
Kyp wasn't sure whether Zekk ever got back in bed or not. He had fallen back asleep almost instantly.
So this is pretty much Zekk:
We all know he secretly liked it though okay.
(There was also a scene later where Jacen Solo notices a mark on Zekk's neck when he ties his hair back at the temple. Zekk gives one of these :| to a smirking Kyp across the room over Jacen's shoulder and Jacen notices it and goes batshit. Hey Jacen, u jelly.)
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Date: 2011-09-14 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-14 05:30 am (UTC)(P.S. I also think you should totally write that fic~! XD)