Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

86. Desire is inevitable

It was safe to say that nothing had prepared you for the sight you were dawned upon. Qimir and your friend, and fellow Jedi, if stood by correctly Grand Master Gios, were fighting. But clearly playful, their lightsabers moving around like it was a dance. What seemed even more strange was their hidden smiles on their lips. You couldn't help but wonder if Gios had been a bit greedy, and skipped having a conversation with Qimir at all, and only suggested for them to work out together.

"Okay, looks like I came at the right time!" You shouted across the room.

Grand Master Gios smirked, as he was hovering over Qimir, but only for a minute, before you reached out to the force and pushed Gios and Qimir apart. Both of them, fuming in irritation of your arrival, turn around and looked at you.

"That was unfair," Gios pointed his hand towards you.

"I was going to win-" Qimir began, turning off his lightsaber.

Gios looked confused up at Qimir.

"I clearly had the high-ground-"Gios stated.

Before Qimir could say anything, you shut both of them down.

"Again, looks like I came at the right time," You repeated yourself, crossing your arms.

Qimir smirked, as he slowly let himself look you up and down. He crossed his arms, and studied you as you went into an argument with Gios. Honestly, at this point he didn't have a vivid dream of what you were even talking about, but it was something so attractive with the way your hands moved when you spoke about something so passionately. Those small hands of yours were a gift to the universe. Your lips moved so charismatically, trying to come up with the richest words. Only the force knew what they were capable of.

Qimir began to walk over to you, slowly. You didn't even notice his presence, as far as you were in your argument. Qimir bet his lip, looking down at you. He stood slightly behind you, so he knew that Gios wouldn't see him. He let his hand rest upon your back, and the second you felt his touch, your eyes ran up to his, as you calmed down, before looking down at Gios again.

"He better be telling me that the two of you did something else than training," You warned Gios playfully.

Gios rested his hands on his hips, as he waved you off. Fully knowing where Qimir's thoughts had wandered. He couldn't blame the guy either, but he did believe him to be a fool for thinking he was hiding it. You didn't spare a second, before you turned around and began to walk down the corridors, both of you keeping your hands to yourselves.

"We did talk," Qimir broke the silence.

You looked up at him, relived that you sensed he spoke the truth. You stopped outside your room.

"Good, if not you would've had to come into my chambers, for a late night session," Your hands were crossed, as you tried with your sassy tone.