Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

16. Purpose

"You need to sleep," he whispered.

No, you could not sleep. It was not that you didn't desire to sleep, but ever since that dark creature had been haunting your dreams, you had been unable to let yourself rest. You're lips stayed sealed. You couldn't tell him, not anyone. You were tired of fighting, and though you deep down were hurt of the harm he had caused Jacki, you were raised to not hold a grudge. You knew you had to let it go. You laid your hand on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat. It was like a song, and it gave you enough light to gather the force to lightly push him to the side as you moved your fingers.

Him who probably should've been offended by your little move couldn't help but look up at you in admiration as you stood up. Qimir had a tendency to do that, admiring you. He couldn't show it before, but now he didn't care if you saw it or not. Of course, he had brought you here because he believed you had or knew where the relic was, but he was drawn to you long before the relic came into picture. You, you had made a little bit of a name for yourself within the order with your writings. Him, just like Jecki had wondered for a split second how such a talent as yourself could not have risen to the rank of Master yet. You had all the qualities, but...

The darkness, ah. The darkness he sensed in you, that he so beautifully craved, stopped you. The Order would never embrace someone like you, no matter how hard you would work for it. The Order would never be able to see the potential that he saw in you. They would keep you entertained with your books and empty promises. That's what the Order did, even to the best of people.

"Where is my old clothes?" You asked, standing with your back towards him.

He pointed at your bag, closer to the entrance of the cave, knowing fully well that you saw where he pointed, even with your back towards him. The force was loud on this island. He watched you walk over to the clothes, as you picked them up. They needed to be washed, which was why he had taken the liberty to change you into more appropriate attire. He stood up, slowly walking towards you, but keeping his distance behind you.

"Never undress me again," You're voice was monotone again, slowly coming back to your old Jedi self.

Qimir smirked, of all the worries you had in the world. That was one worth saying out loud. He looked down at the ground. You were a beautiful woman. Any being could see that, even within the Order you had seemed to caught people's eyes. He didn't even want to think about the guy's name, what was it, York? Yodel? Yord? Yord it was. The two of you thought you were being smug, hiding each others temptations for each other. Qimir would never forget the sight of watching you and Yord hold hands the first night, well jokes on Yord now. Looks like another man had stepped into his shoes, and Qimir had planned to stay in them.

"My love, you were dying," Qimir tried to hide his playful tone and crossed his arm. Your head tilted to the side, so he was able to see your profile.

"I was passed out, not dying, you could've waited until I woke up and I would've changed my clothes myself. Don't take off my clothes without my consent again," Your tone was strict, but Qimir couldn't help but be amused by your poor chose of words.

"I will not take off your clothes again, unless you give me consent," Qimir paraphrased your sentence. Annoyed by his childish behaviour, your face moved forward.

"Where is my robe?" You asked, changing the topic.

"I was not able to retrieve it," Qimir answered.

He had understood that you had an attachment for your robe. The first day you two met, you expressed how you felt bare without it and had your so-called friend holding it for you. You used it while fighting, writing and it wouldn't surprise him if you from time to time slept with it. He did not retrieve your robe, but he had thought about it. He walked past you, as he picked up another bag, out of it he pulled up a long, majestic robe, still petite enough to wrap around you. He placed it gently in your hand.