Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

4. Unspoken desire

"This place is just filled with scraps," Jecki moaned, picking up the pieces.

"It's messy, but it's not 'just' scraps" You yelped out. Yord and yourself turned around dramatically, what was she on about? Scraps? This was the most valuable collection of so called 'scraps' you had seen in years. The right person matching these tools together could create lethal weapons. You looked up at Yord, his eyes were shining. Guess this was truly a geek's heaven.

"I'm glad you like my place," Qimir came out from the curtains.

All of you turned to face him. He looked exactly the same as the night before, only his hair was even messier if it was even possible. Must have been a rough night. His eyes landed on yours, his lips curled up to a smile. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him. It felt like a curse. Dark, yet when he kept smiling with such ease the darkness was disguised with light. His hand pointed towards you.

"Good too see you," It felt like he was speaking directly to you, like the others weren't around. You tried to swallow and give him a little smile back, but you were struggling to speak clearly in his presence. Qimir turned around and looked at Master Sol, giving him the copy of the file the Dathomirians had unlocked.

The team spent an hour studying the file. You were correct, it was a map - but not to a place recognised by our archives. Meaning we would need to go back to coruscant and the jedi temple. Perhaps there we could find an understanding of what we're facing. Jecki had taken our own scan of it, and Master Sol had contacted the Jedi council. The plan was made. Yord gave over 500 credits to Qimir, but he was looking for more.

"Could I get a moment alone with Y/n" he asked.

They we're about to protest, but you lifted your hand.

"It's okay, give us a moment, get ready the ship," you said, your voice firm crossing the doubts in their eyes. You gave them a nod. You had questions you needed answered, separate from the ones connected to the mission. Like how he knew your name, without you ever telling him your name. You could sense him walking closer to you, still you stood with your back towards him. You took down your hand.

"Tell me how you know my name," You asked.

"You told me," You heard his steps stop.

You smiled weakly. He was brave, daring to lie to a jedi is not something many tries to do. It almost made you laugh, but only almost. You held yourself composed. It was a certain thrill the low-life was able to draw out in you, one you had grown fond of. You turned around facing him, pointing out your hand towards him.

"I did not," You smiled.

"When I told you mine," Qimir frowned.

You tilted your head. Yes, you might have consumed poison for the first time in your life, but you remembered the evening clearly. After he told you his name, you embarrassingly began to cough from the sip of the poison. The conversation diverted from there, but you did not say your name.

"Why are you not telling me the truth?" You asked, your curiosity got the best of you.