Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

17. Embarrassments

It had been quiet for hours, and you were grateful for the silence. You had a lot of questions on your mind, and you knew that only the force could answer them. With the silence you could hear the pain, as the adrenaline from waking up had past, you felt the pain in your right arm. You assumed it came from your fight with Master...You didn't even wanna think about it. Perhaps finally Qimir had understood that you needed some time to get around your new surroundings. You had finished your new embroidery. It was a moon. Qimir walked over to you with a bowl of soup, offering it to you. At this point, you knew he wasn't going to poison you so there was no need to act coy. You took it. He sat down beside you, looking at your embroidery.

"A moon," He mumbled, looking back at you.

"In my local dialect, Sol means Sun," You explained, taking a sip of the warm soup. You needed it, more than you'd like to admit.

"Master Sol always thought I was the definition of light, he never said it to me, but he would always use it in arguments with the..." You realized you were speaking a bit to freely. Qimir didn't need to know about your difficulties with the council. You lifted your chin and looked over to him, your eyes empty.

"I don't think I am the light he thinks I am, noor will I ever be, I'll never shine like the sun, but the moon..." You smiled weakly.

"It's embraced by the dark," You're eyes locked with his.

For a second, Qimir forgot his own belief as he absorbed your words. They were so powerful, yet the simplicity behind them were so beautifully created. Everyone could understand, everyone could connect. You might not believe you were pure light, but when Qimir looked at you, it almost made his eyes shine. He was taken back by your warmth, challenging his cold nature. All he could find himself doing was watching you, as you drank up your soup. It got silent, before you turned to him.

"I should change, the night has arrived, I would like to not wear wet clothes," You stated.

Qimir nodded, that was a good point. He suddenly remembered that you were new here, and that he was the one who needed to tell you where things were. He pointed across the room, where he had found garments that should fit you. You wouldn't be happy about the colors, but at least the clothes were dry and warm. He watched as you walked over, and studied the clothes. Ah, he was right, you did not like the clothes, but you did know better than to argue.

You turned around with your back towards him, as you got undressed. Qimir swallowed, and tried to look away. He wanted to respect you. He could be a gentleman. It was exactly that, he 'could' be, but he wasn't. His eyes glanced back at you. You stood their, naked. Your skin was glowing, asking to be touched. If you had asked, he would've been there right with you. You leaned down, to take on your undergarments, when he noticed strange movements within your right hand. He sensed it was in pain, you had just been hiding it for him. He let you take the undergarments on, before he slowly walks over, standing behind you.

"Let me help you," He whispered, his hands laying at the top of yours as you were pulling up your pants. You looked to the side, so you could catch a glimpse of him.

"I can get dressed myself," Oh, your sassy tone was back, but you tried to hide it this time.

A smirk curled up on his lips, as his hands went around your waist, tying the front of your pants. His head rested on your shoulder, but his eyes were only locked on your beautiful face. He did not wish to make you uncomfortable, but he did wish to show you he cared for you.

"I do know you can get dressed," He laughed low, as he leaned down, picking up the tie around the tunic he had gotten you.

"But, your hand is hurting," He whispered, as your eyes locked in with him.

Everything got quiet. The only thing you could hear was your breaths, perfectly in sync with each other. You could feel his chest against your back. His hands resting on your waist. His fingers, gently creating circles on your bare waist. You forgot the absurdity of the situation, when you got lost in his eyes. Their eyes were so dark, you had to imagine stars in them. You wanted to swim in them, see where it could take you...

"It's not hurting," You're breath hitched, as you finally came back to your own senses, grabbing the tunic out of Qimir's hands.

He stepped back, and lifted up his hands to show he meant no harm. He would gladly watch you put on that tunic by yourself. He watched as you miraculously got the shirt over your body, and pulled it down. This was not the difficult part however, you had to lace and tie it in the back. He smiled weakly as he watched you trying to do the lace by yourself with one hand. You tried for a full 5 minutes, before your head faced the ground. Looked like the force couldn't help you with that one.

Qimir took a step closer, before he took the fabric out of your hands, slowly beginning to lace it for you. A little smile rested on his lips. He didn't want to say anything, cause he knew that in this moment, even though a Jedi isn't supposed to have emotions, you were definitely embarrassed. He sensed that by your burning cheeks. He fixed your tunic, as you turned around and kept your gaze down.

"It's okay, I'll just take some days," Qimir took up your right hand he sensed was in pain, lifting it under your chin so your eyes met again. He was right, your cheeks were blushing.

If he only knew how your heart was racing.