Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

30. It's A Short Way To...

You had too much alcohol in your system to truly process if the man in front of you was just an illusion, one of your many dreams you had been having over the last months, or if he was real. Your hands caressed his face. You pressed your lips. This felt like the cruelest vision, he felt so real. He was real. His eyes, no one had eyes like him.

"Qimir," you whispered.

His signature smirk grew by the sound of finally hearing you say his name again.

"Y/n," his voice drew you right back to your shared night under the moonlight in his cave.

Your knees were so weak, you were sure you would hit the floor any second.  Qimir's hand were the only thing keeping you standing. He was wearing his black tunic, sleeveless, showing off his beautiful strong arms. His hair was long, but not messy. He looked just like the man you fell for on the island. He was not hiding. Not from you.

"You have grown a taste for liquor I see," he tilted his head, amused by your new interest. A common interest, he looked forward to share with you.

It wasn't just your new taste for alcohol he noticed had changed. Your hair was in one long tight braid, going down to your waist. Practical. You had dropped your long robe, and wore rather revealing clothes. Something told him you did it to fit in with the crowd and Qimir... he really didn't mind. You wore a long, low waist skirt, which must be impractical on a planet like the one you were on, but Qimir knew perfectly well how he would take it off you. You matched the skirt with a metal top. All black. The color suited you. He could feel your bare skin on his fingertips. He bet the inside of his lips, to remind himself the two of you were still in public for now.

"And a flavor for the color black," he teased.

"Eyyy, I need to fit in," you whispered laughing, your head moving closer and closer to his.

Qimir lifted his eyebrows impressed.

"The Darkness suits you well," his voice was so attractive, that you sometimes struggled to even register his actual words.

"Yeah?" You tilted your head, you swore you could smell his musky spice fragrance. Your nose touched his. Your eyes fell into his lips, as a smile grew onto yours.

"Yeah," Qimir whispered, nodding slowly.

His smirk grew, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. He grabbed you by your long braided hair, drastically pulling it down. He took in the sight of your face, your innocence still so alive. He leaned down, as he let his lips crash into yours. His forehead rested on yours, and placed his thumb on your desperate lips as he moved his head to the side facing the bartender.

"You'll give us your room upstairs" Qimir voice was cold. The bartender nodded, and gave over the keys. Qimir let them drop to the floor. It wasn't like he needed them.

"C'mon love, let me take care of you" Qimir whispered, as he guided you up stairs.