Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

3.

Her eyes were lilac. That was the first thing that Anakin noticed, besides the fact that their eyes met like the Force wanted them to. The ball that still festered in Anakin's stomach was suddenly coated in a warmth thickness, like the way honey covered a hive. It was sweet and had a golden tinge to its orange hue. 

For a moment, Anakin thought that the envious ball in his gut had melted and was replaced with butterflies, or bees, something that fluttered and hummed.

But she looked away and those purple swirls left his to stare at the floor below her feet. Sol walked from the centre of the room and into the crowd who awaited the next spar. Anakin watched with the returning irritation as she took her place beside Master Yoda, her hands still behind her back and her face solid. He angled his gaze past Obi-wan and saw the small nose that peaked out from the line of Jedi. The scowl returned to the young Skywalker's chiselled face and the fact that she stood with her shoulders squared and her gaze on the centre of the courtyard, made Anakin unnecessarily angry.

'New opponents, we need!' Master Yoda called out. 'Hurry, hurry! Master Fitso, your student should step forward! Anyone else to spar, is there?'

Spars ensued between Padawans, and the courtyard was a ray of colours from varying lightsabers. Each battle ended in bows and critiques from respected Masters and Grand Master Yoda. There were some applause for spars that were particularly impressive and Master Obi-wan held a warm smile on his face throughout the whole training session. Anakin could practically feel the content radiating off his Master, but it was something to focus on. But when his Master's comforting presence wasn't enough, Anakin would lean forward to catch glimpses of Sol. This occurred more often than Anakin would like to admit.

Every time he looked to her through the corner of his eye, he would see her stood next to Master Yoda with tight lips and half-lidded eyes. It wasn't boredom he saw, but the unawareness of his stare that he was sure was heated on her side. Anakin huffed at the memory of her Force connection while sparring and shook his head. 

The Chosen One? Surely not, he thought.

'Excellent!' Master Yoda called once the last spar had finished. 'Master Kenobi, would your Padawan like to enter the sparring circle?'

'Of course, Master,' Obi-wan replied with a bow of his head to the green Jedi, before turning to Anakin beside him. 'Anakin?'

'Yes, Master.'

Anakin put his head down as he broke from the spectators and took to the middle of the courtyard. He turned around and looked to Obi-wan, waiting for his opponent to enter with him at the call from their Master. 

But Anakin saw him turn to Master Yoda, the two having a silent conversation between themselves. During this, Anakin's gaze flickered to Sol, who stood staring at him from her place in the crowd. Their eyes met once more and the warmth only twinged his insides this time, leaving as quick as it came.

'My young Padawan will be young Skywalker's opponent,' Master Yoda announced, and whispers broke out.

The two suspected Chosen Ones were to battle. Behind cupped hands, Padawans turned to their Masters and fellow Padawans to gossip at the Grand Master's decision. Anakin realised that he seemed to be the only one who was unaware of the sharing of prophecy he and Sol seemed to have. This irritated him even more.

Without a sound, Sol stepped away from her Master and headed into the sparring circle. Facing Anakin, the young Jedi turned and took her hands out from behind her back. Anakin noticed how she blinked her lilac eyes in his direction, the blue in his own irises quivering with the strange feeling of the irritation and confusion in his stomach.