Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

67. Hoth

Your eyes scanned through the reserve clothes that were packed in the ship. Needless to say, the two of you hadn't exactly dressed with your clothes for the cold temperatures of Hoth, but thank the force that the ship had emergency clothing for all weathers. You got dressed, when your eyes caught your lightsabers. You swallowed low, and looked down the hallway to the cockpit. Qimir was still asleep. It shouldn't be any fighting. If Qimir tried to even so much lay a finger on either men, he would face the same destiny his Master had given him. You were done being naive. Qimir was a bad man, and you needed to see him as such. You attached the lightsabers to you, grabbed his protective suit and walked back to the cockpit.

It was almost impressive that he was able to sleep through your rocky landing. It was windy, and loud, but guess everything change when a man suddenly experience peace for the first time in a while. You threw the suit at his chest, causing him to wake up. His eyes were bewildered, confused by your sudden reaction. You crossed your hands and looked out the window.

"Get dressed," You demanded.

A tired laugh fell out of his lips.

"You have to uncuff me, darling," Qimir smiled weakly.

You rolled your eyes and looked down at him. He was a freaking force sensitive being, getting dressed with your hands tied should not be that difficult. The cuffs stopped him from using the force, but truly he had done more impressive things with less. You crossed your hands, you knew he was trying to rile you up, but taking the cuffs was not an option. You did not trust him.

"Stand up," You told him and grabbed the suit from him.

He slowly stood up, hovering over you. His eyes scanned you intensely, intrigued about what you were about to do. You leaned down, and asked for him to lift his feet. He smirked, and did as you said on both legs. You pulled the suit up, when your eyes met.

"I could get used to this," He teased you.

You unlocked the cuffs only for a few seconds to get his arms through the suit, as you immediately locked them again. You pushed the zip up, as you smiled into his eyes.

"I don't think they offer a dresser service in prison on Coruscant," You clapped him on the chest before you began to walk away from him.

So you were still angry... He couldn't blame you. Maybe it was exactly that which made him feel even worse. He wanted to blame you, say that it was all your fault or even just the Jedi's fault why your love couldn't bloom, but it wasn't the truth. The truth was that the darkside had split you apart, and he was the only one to blame for that.

While you were hurt, Qimir knew you would go back to people who appreciated you, some if they even dared arguably loved you. It would be safe, with a roof over your head and all your books. Overtime, you would heal. Qimir's destiny? It was prison... or death at the hand of his Master. And this time, he was sure this Master would finish the job.

It was no going back to his Master, not after what he had done. Not only had he told you the truth, but he had directly obeyed his Master's actions. Putting that helmet on your head was the same as signing his own death warrant. If he didn't die today, his Master would find a way to kill him in the prison. The two of you began to walk, and he could already sense the presence of two beings deep inside the ice cave. He pressed his lips together and looked up at you when you turned to him.