Star Wars - All Media Types+2
in your eyes, a heavy blue
by thedisasternerd
But then there were moments. Those moments when the 501st arrived to save the Ghost Company and he saw Cody - and Cody, with his armour gone, gashes up his side, blacks grey with dust and wet with blood, blaster clutched in his hands, teeth bared in a feral snarl, was once again using his own body as a shield between a critically injured Kenobi and the surrounding droids. He had refused to leave his general, not even to get his own injuries treated. Kix had ended up bandaging him at Kenobi’s bedside.It was in moments like those that Rex saw the Loth-wolf come out, a protector with bloody teeth and wild eyes and a loyal heart.“I am his.” Cody told him, after. “I am his, and he is mine.”His eyes had blazed, a challenge. Rex didn’t answer. Cody was on about three different types of painkillers, but they did nothing to keep the ferocity out of his words.“I am his, and he is mine.” Cody repeated, gaze never leaving Rex's face. “Until death.”---Or, how five different people see Cody, and how Cody sees himself.