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

89.

'Ani, you can't keep just keep disarming me!'

'Your weapon is gone so the dual is over, right? I win!'

Sol resisted the urge to roll her eyes and sound a loud groan. Standing in the sparring circle with Anakin's blade to her throat, Sol motioned for the young man to sheath his lightsaber. She only needed to jerk her chin in an upwards jolt for Anakin to step away and press the button in the silver handle. The grin that once graced Anakin's tanned face shrunk as Sol headed for her lightsaber that had been thrown into the corner of the room. Underneath the window that displayed Coruscant's city, Sol crouched beside the silver cannister and snatched it into her hand with a sigh.

As she turned around and straightened from her crouched position, Anakin stood with his lightsaber in both hands. But at the half-lidded purple eyes that burned into his, Anakin couldn't help but shuffle his feet to be closer together, and his gaze shifted between the floor and back up to Sol. He didn't want to disappoint her, but his fighting style was so deeply rooted in his training that Anakin couldn't help but resort to his usual habits.

'Look,' Sol addressed Anakin from her place next to the window. 'This isn't about winning. I'm trying to teach you to use the Force more than you use your saber. Forget about disarming me.'

'Right...'

For once, Anakin was actually listening to Sol. All the past attempts to teach Anakin had ended in him storming off or challenging Sol every time she tried to give feedback. But now, they were Jedi Knights. They had been promoted from their Padawan status and Anakin believed that he had an image to uphold. He wanted to be better, and after losing his arm against Count Dooku, Anakin had to learn how to be swift and agile while using a bionic limb.

'We'll try something else,' Sol's voice made Anakin's head lift from his gloved hand. He was still getting used to it and the black glove that covered its metal joints made it easier for him to act as if it were still his flesh.

'Close your eyes.'

'You've got to be kidding me-'

'Don't complain. Just do it.'

Anakin wanted to argue. His blue eyes hardened at Sol's deadpan face that remained unmoving. But for the sake of improving his skills, Anakin exhaled loudly through his nostrils to rid his growing burn to refuse her request. With a shake of his head, Anakin closed his eyes just as Sol had instructed. He felt vulnerable in front of the woman who he had put almost all of his trust into as of recent, and with his lightsaber in his grip, Anakin didn't want to make a full of himself in front of her.

'Can you see my signature?' he heard Sol's voice. It had moved from where he had last seen Sol and was now coming from his right.

'Are you circling me-'

'Can you see it or not, Ani?'

'Yes, I can.'

Sol scoffed. She knew he was just talking to fill the silence. The sparring room was large without spectators that were usually comprised of Jedi Masters and Padawans, so every break in conversation was deafening. 

As Sol lightened her footsteps against the tiles, she made it around Anakin and stopped on his left. She stared at his side profile and shamelessly took advantage of the fact that his eyes were closed.

'I want you to follow me around the room. In the Force, I want you to feel my presence and work out my strengths and weaknesses.'

While Sol listed off her demands, she studied Anakin. Without his Padawan braid and ponytail, his light brown hair was still short. It allowed Sol to see his sharp cheekbones and the way his jawline angled into an angled L-shape. His eyelashes fanned upwards, and Sol couldn't believe that a man could have such an elegant curl to accompany his clear, blue eyes. She was almost disappointed at not being able to see his eyes, but if she wanted to be sneaky about her admiration, Sol could live with imagining their intense effect.