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ALT100k | Rated: T | 8/8 chapters
Qimir had wanted a pupil. At first, Osha refused, thinking he was ridiculous for asking. She remembered the rare chill in the air that day, the salt from the waves, the vision in the helmet she failed to understand.
After she killed Master Sol, he was her place to turn with nowhere to go, handing back her lightsaber and covering her thumb with his own. Mae had asked what she wanted, and she wanted to train.
“Does that make me your Acolyte?”
He was looking at his lightsaber, but at her question, his eyes found her. They were at their darkest now, under the lantern light. When he spoke, his voice was low, and she felt it the same.
“It does.” There was something new in his gaze that made her body run warm. “Do you want to be mine, Osha?”
