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08.20.2012 , 05:46 PM |
With permission from Bright_ephemera
What if: Mitka was force sensitive, and had a crush on Rylon Niral.
They were in the Archives room, it was quiet and musty, full of old sour Sith past their prime, Mitka snuck another look over the banister where he was looking over a holocron. He was older, already working on his trials, his eyes flicked up at her, and she ducked her head again as those blue eyes rounded on her. She peeked again only he was gone, she stood up to look around and was surprised by someone clearing their throat behind her, she spun around only to come face to face with tall, dark, and blue eyes.
“Hi.” Mitka was infinitely thankful for her copper complexion as she felt her neck and face flush with heat.
His name was Rylon, a few weeks ago he had noticed her working with a training dummy, he had come up behind her, and adjusted her grip and her stance, offering her advice. Her form had gotten better with his friendly tip. She had also started noticing him everywhere she went. She had sent her friends to discover his name, his age, his pedigree, he was perfect, Mitka thought. He often wore a serious or sullen look which only added to his mystery. She hadn’t found the nerve to talk to him again, until now.
“It’s Mitka right? From the training room?”
He knows my name!
“That’s right, Rylon?” Mitka matched his tone, pretending like she was struggling to remember his name. He nodded with a slow half smile.
“How is your Ataru form coming?” He sat beside her at the table, his arm brushed against hers, and Mitka stifled the audible sigh that wanted to escape her treacherous mouth.
“Wonderfully, thank you, your help…really helped.”
“I’ve noticed.” Rylon kept his lovely blue eyes on Mitkas. She was acutely aware of how close he was to her.
“Have you now?”
He brushed the hair back from her neck, “I’ve noticed a lot of things.”
Mitka could only nod.
“Join me for dinner tonight?” Rylon asked finally. There it was, she sensed a tinge of fear, he was nervous too. Somehow that helped, that he was scared that she would reject him, she felt a small surge of power.
“I don’t know, I have a Force theory test tomorrow…”
“I understand if you don’t have time, it was nice talking to you Mitka.” He stood up to leave, a clear shadow had formed on his face. He turned and started walking away.
“WAIT!” Mitka called out a little too loudly. One of the crusty old Sith gave her a disapproving glare. Rylon stopped in his tracks.
“How’s six?” she said as she scrambled to catch up to him, tripping inelegantly on her chair.
“I’ll see you at six then Mitka.” He gave her that mysterious half smile again, he looked down at her notebook then back up at her. “Also Niral is spelled with one L.”
Mitka looked down at her notebook, and there in big bold letters was Rylon Nirall surrounded by big sugary hearts and stars, and then the words Mitka Nirall, one of her many doodles. She felt the blood escape from her face, her words stuck in her mouth.
“Don’t be late now!” He called up to her from the lower level. Mitka wished the floor of the academy would swallow her whole.
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