cabur-guardian, protector

mesh'la-beautiful, gorgeous, (angelic)

Mando awoke slowly. His eyes opened lazily, and he stretched his jaw under his helmet, hearing it pop.

Green Bean.

He jolted, hearing more of his joints crack and his knees almost gave out from under him once he jumped up right away. The Mandalorian fell back down onto one knee, dizziness blacking out his vision and bile rising in the back of his throat. 

Too fast.

"Yes, you should sit back down for a few minutes. The fall was very hard." 

The Mandalorian whipped his head around to the 'angel' who spoke. Meklar's hands were on the dirt beside his legs, that we tucked underneath him. He always seemed as if he were trying to make himself smaller than he could be. 

But Mando wanted to do that sometimes, too.

"How long was I out?" Mando said, clearing his throat and putting his hand up to his neck, almost as if he were trying to force the bile back down to stay in his stomach. 

"Only a few hours. The Jawas continued on in their large moving box." Meklar nodded towards the direction of the tracks and the shining suns. 

Mando sighed, sitting up again. This time, Meklar was next to him. The angel gently pushed the warrior back down against a rock. Mando tried to protest, but Meklar looked into the visor with a fierce gaze that made Mando shiver and run goosebumps all over his flesh. That was kinda hot.

Meklar's eyebrows twitched up and slightly furrowed, the small corner of his mouth creeping up slowly. 

It would have been very difficult to notice these things, these little things. 

But Mando noticed. He also noticed the pink blush on the angel's pale features, and how the beautiful man tipped his nose down in the other direction, and diverted his eyes. 

Mando cleared his throat, "Uh, let's move."

"I'll get the child." Meklar took his hands off of Mando's chest plate, and immediately after Mando felt empty. An aching took place after the emptiness, and it burned in Mando's head.

Meklar placed the wandering child into the pod, and they continued on, back towards the sun, back towards the Jawas, and back towards the Ugnaught. 

...

"I thought you were dead." Kuill spoke, without turning to face them.

Mando and Meklar came to a stop. The child's pod floated beside them, and the green bean kept on making baby noises, drool dripping down his chin, and one of his tiny three-fingered fists in his mouth.

When the Ugnaught turned, he looked at the Mandalorian first. Then the child. And then finally, Meklar, who stood there with his hands lazily at his sides, but with an attentive gaze on the old man. As if he were trying to figure out if the Ugnaught was worthy of respect. 

When Meklar and Kuill's eyes met for a moment, the Ugnaught nodded, and Meklar bowed shallowly. It was a sign of respect, and Meklar graciously gave it to the elder man. 

Kuill spoke first. "This is what was making all the fuss?"

"I think that it's a child." 

A frog hopped across the dirt, and the green bean waddled over to it, chasing it and making exasperated baby noises when he could not catch it fast enough. 

"It is better to deliver it alive then," the Ugnaught noted, as Mando tinkered with one of his gauntlets. 

"My ship has been destroyed. We are trapped here." 

"Stripped. Not destroyed." Meklar put in.

Kuill turned back to the couple and handed Mando a tool, nodding. "The Jawas steal, they do not destroy."

"Stolen or destroyed makes no difference to me." The Mandalorian growled. Meklar tipped his head and furrowed his eyebrows gently, gazing at the warrior with a certain glint in his angelicly green eyes.

Sparks flew from the gauntlet, and the green bean child cooed and baby grunted, looking up to the metal man. Mando looked back to his arm. "They are protected by their crawling fortress, there is no way to recover the parts." 

The child tripped and started to fall but Meklar, at the last second, bent down and caught the child, and sat him right side up. The child smiled at the angel and patted his hand in thanks, and then waddled the other way, towards the roaming frog. 

"You can trade with them," Meklar said, watching the child with a look of interest and amusement. 

"aeeah" the child said. (A/N I fucking love that sound that the child made right there. fucking adorable)

"Yes, chasing frogs is fun." Meklar smiled wider, and nodded along to the child's coos. 

You can understand the kid?

Meklar absently nodded and continued to watch the green bean child. 

"Trade with Jawas? Are you out of your mind?" Mando exclaimed. 

"I will take you to them." Kuill nodded. "I have spoken. 

Mando turned to look to Meklar and the child for help. Instead, he saw Meklar grinning and the green bean with the frog in his mouth. 

"Hey, spit that out!" Mando demanded.

Instead, the green bean swallowed it quickly, all in one gulp. On the outside, Mando was pretending to be disgusted, but on the inside his heart was strangely swelling with pride. 

Why, he couldn't tell you. He had not a single fucking clue as to why he was proud of this little wrinkly vegetable, but he was. 

And he wasn't going to let anyone know, either. 

"Well, now we know what he likes to eat." Meklar said, smiling and picking up the child, and rocking him back in forth in his arms, patting his back lightly. 

...

The Mandalorian, the Angel, and the Child all sat in the trailer behind the blurgg. It moved at a steady pace, but at one point, and Mando wasn't sure when, it started to pour. 

Mando was safely hidden under his armor and layers upon layers of clothing, and the Child was in it's silver rusted pod, asleep, but Meklar was completely exposed to the sheets of rain that pounded onto each of them. 

The angel curled up next to the Mandalorian, sitting upright, but inadvertently shifting towards the warrior. Meklar's eyes were baggy and unfocused, and his hands slighly shivered in the cold water that was covering them both. 

"Are you okay?" Mando asked, worry creeping into his unyielding tone. 

"Yes, I'm fine." Meklar responded, but Mando knew that he was lying, by the way his voice shook, and the way he trailed off at the end, looking back out into the dark sheets of rain. The angel was shivering and his lip was white and trembling. 

"I thought that angels couldn't get cold." Mando teased. 

Meklar shot him a playful glare. "Well, I guess that shared too much of my grace with you, you reckless Mandalorian."

"How does that even work?"

Meklar shook his head to himself. "My grace is part of my 'soul', right?"

"Yes."

"And a little portion of that is in you, right?"

"Yes. I don't see where you are going with this."

Meklar nodded. "Everything that you feel, I feel to a certain degree. But I think that after I fell, it took too much of my grace to heal myself, and you."

"So it's backfiring on you?" Mando concluded. "Now you're feeling cold and tired and weak?" 

"Yes, reckless Mandalorian." 

Meklar shifted to curl closer in on himself. Mando sat there, not knowing what to do with a cold, wet, exhausted angel. Then, an idea came to him. 

Lifting his thick black cloak, he draped the fabric over the shivering angel's shoulders. Meklar subconsciously shifted closer and nudged his way under the Mandalorian's arm. Shocks ran through Mando's entire being, and it burned it's way through the cold, right down to Mando's core. 

Every time I touch you I feel this. Why?

"I'll tell you in the morning, cabur." the pale, beautiful angel mumbled lazily under his breath, half-asleep, barely loud enough for Mando to hear it. "I'll tell you in the morning."

Mando looked down in awe as the angel's breathing evened out, and Meklar fell asleep, right in his arms. Right up against the hard curiass of his armor. Right up next to his chest, to his heart. Right next to the Mandalorian's soul. 

"Sleep well, mesh'la." 

Word count: 1,381

11/7/2020

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