Luxsoka: One Kiss

Silver Eyes

Ahsoka couldn't stand Lux Bonteri. From the moment she saw him, she knew that he was as bad as any Seppie droid.

That stupid outfit he wore, that idiotic smile he gave her. She wasn't some Twi'lek in the Coruscant underworld, free for the taking. Lightsabers, kid. Can't touch me.

As she approached the manor, she was dimly aware of his eyes trained on her. Ahsoka could sense his searching gaze on her back, but he wasn't looking for the things other Seppies did.

Searching? Please, he was ogling her.

Kriff, kid, ever heard of subtlety?

He was clearly infatuated with her. She could tell by his eyes, the look she had seen in many before then. Clones, civvies, the occasional Padawan. Even Korkie Kryze, a boy she'd taught on Mandalore, had expressed clear interest in her.

Now, Lux Bonteri had joined the list.

She couldn't deny he was... at least somewhat above average. His cultured accent carried a gentle charm to it, his hairstyle well-groomed and elegant. He had thick brows, contrasting greatly with his thin, rosy lips. 

She banished the image of him from her mind. Instead, she focused on his Force signature.

In her mind, it pulsed with a growing warmth. She sensed calm. Peace, serenity. Not the kind she sensed in other Jedi, but still. Longing as well, no surprise. It grew greater the longer she stayed by him. She probed deeper, knowing there was something deep down. A spark. Not one of love, passion, or anger. No, this was...darkness. Its pull was great, despite its size. The Dark Side flowed within. He wasn't Force Sensitive. How could it be? She pulled closer, brushing against the speck of darkness in his Force.

Sorrow. The sound of gunfire. The feeling of loss. Pain bloomed in her heart. She could sense tears of the past flowing down his cheeks as easily as if they were her own.

Without drawing attention, she mentally tried to jerk away, to shut out the images. They. Wouldn't. Stop. Men in white helmets ran through the image, shooting down Separatists. Clones. The faces she'd come to trust. She felt involuntary fear as one shot down a certain man. The image then changed. Lux. Crying by a gravestone. Despite her hatred, Ahsoka wanted to reach out, to touch his shoulder, to tell him it would be okay, but she was a ghost in this flow of memories. Lux's mother, putting an arm around him, pulling him into an embrace. He looked so...vulnerable. Red-eyed and upset. He threw himself onto the ground, letting out a pained howl to the sky.

Ahsoka at last slipped away from the images, regaining consciousness early enough to stop herself from falling face-first onto polished marble. She got up, dusting herself off. She brushed away the "are you okay?" and "what happened?" from Mina and Padme with a simple "I'm fine."

She was met with Lux's piercing gaze. As their eyes locked, she had time to look at him closely.

Grey eyes. No, not grey. Grey didn't begin to do it justice. Silver. Silver eyes. Flecks of blue and green danced in the sparkling pools.

He was... a man. Not a monster. A boy. A boy not much older than herself. A boy who'd known pain. A boy she now wanted to know more about.

A boy...with silver eyes.

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