I do not own Star Wars The Clone Wars…for now…
Writers block has led to one thing and to another…and led me here, apparently.
He was a melange of things to people.
He knew that.
To his brothers during the war, he was their astute and fearless leader, ready to face death without a moment's notice. As of late, he was somewhat the center of anethema, a traitor, a genetic mistake, someone who had abandoned his duty to satisfy his own needs.
To the Jedi Council his name once came with reverence and the assurance that a mission would be completed. Now his name was all but taboo, a classified clone whose identity only survived by the whispered rumors of young padawans behind their masters' backs. He was a solider whose mere mention would cause Skywalker's back to stiffen and face to scowl.
To put it simply, he was known as the "scoundrel" who had "taken" the exalted Chosen One's precious pupil.
The ex-clone captain chuckled quietly to himself as he leaned against the cool railings of the small balcony.
The esteemed and valiant Captain Rex, who was known for bringing his foes to their bloodied knees, was reduced to a menacing state that rivaled that of a mouse droid's whenever it concerned said pupil.
If anything was on his mind, it was that the rumors should have been about a snippy and rebellious Jedi Knight stealing one of the most promising captains from the Clone Army and completely eschewing the laws of the Jedi Council. In the end, to Ahsoka, nothing good came from the privation of an experience, whether it was attachment, love, or pleasure.
Especially pleasure.
He inwardly cringed as he had learned that the hard way.
His thoughts outside were momentarily interrupted as he heard a rather loud knock coming from back in the room. A peeved groan, the shuffling of bed sheets, and the turn of a body was all it took for the person to fall back to sleep.
His lips tugged into an amused smile, his mind telling him her head had probably made abrupt contact with their hard bedpost once again.
Yawning, he lifted his arms up to the sky, his hands stretching as if to touch the heavens.
He would always be many things to his brothers, the council, and even the senate.
But to Ahsoka…
To Ahsoka he would always be loved.
And as long as that notion remained… somehow, he did not care what others thought of him.