@simi-week - Day 1: Sci-Fi
based on this moodboard by @theflyingfinn7
Sebastian had never called him Master as Jedi customs demand. Not when it was just the two of them.
Kimi hated the formality. He’d spent years trying to forget ever being a Jedi Knight. He had no interest in the robes, Council meetings, or politics. Give him a battered freighter, an engine to rebuild, a hyperspace lane no one else liked flying, and he was content to stay out on the Rim for the rest of his sorry life.
Except, the Force itself had found Kimi before the Council ever did. And soon after, he met the boy—a young man by then.
Kimi knew his laugh before he ever heard it. He knew the slope of his smile, the way he scrunched his nose, frustrated over stubborn machinery. Most of all, he knew the gold of his hair, and the taunting, impossible bright blue of his lightsaber. The Force had been introducing them for years, feeding Kimi one vision after another, all of him—of Sebastian, until one day, it simply placed the young man in right in front of him.
Kimi had sneered when Michael called Sebastian the chosen one. Simply because it felt too absurd of a hope to latch onto.
He changed his mind all too soon.
Sebastian’s connection to the Force was... peculiar. Unusually strong. Almost violent in its intensity. Every prospective Master found himself fighting Sebastian’s volatile current instead of guiding it.
With Kimi, there was no struggle. He never tried to overpower his Force, didn’t have to. From across the Galaxy, Kimi has been learning it’s rhythm as long as Sebastian had been alive.
Kimi didn’t regret returning to the Jedi Order as much as he led everyone to believe. It was nice, not being alone for a change. And Sebastian, even if wearisome as a padawan, hadn’t been such terrible company.
For one, he was infuriatingly bright. Curious to a fault. Too quick to grin after doing something spectacularly reckless, fully expecting Kimi to pull him out of whatever disaster he’d just thrown himself into. Somehow, the smile always made it difficult to stay upset with him for long.
Sebastian always had a big heart. Annoying as it were, Kimi remembers how he used to smuggle wounded life into the ship—insisting on saving every stupid screaming porg they came across on a mission. He recalls how Sebastian always filled their cargo with half-broken droids and engine parts he was convinced would be useful someday, and just how right he was each and every time.
Sebastian had laughed loud enough for the both of them.
And Kimi spent long years pretending the kid wasn’t slowly becoming the best part of his life. Gradually, the Force had shaped their connection until Sebastian became a partner, an equal, rather than the pupil he was meant to be.
In retrospect, Kimi shouldn’t have let that happen. He should have set up boundaries a long time ago. He should have tried to reason with Sebastian before things had spun so badly out of control. Kimi has made many mistakes in his life, but having failed his padawan is by far the worst.
It’s far too late now. They cannot go back from here.
Kimi feels their Force entwine once more. It’s been months since the last time he’s caught a glimpse of him, entire years since the day Sebastian first raised his lightsaber against him and disappeared in the black of the night, betrayed and grieving.
And it was all Kimi’s fault.
Feeling Sebastian’s Force so close again, seeping into the essence of him, makes Kimi's guilt surface and tighten around his throat like a noose.
Kimi breaths in the suffocating smoke. Burning, everything's burning.
The young Sith Lord leaves nothing but ruin in his wake.
Sebastian is walking up to him from the other side of the wrecked hangar, clad in black armor and leather. Above him, the crimson banners of the Empire stir in the cold air. Kimi barely recognizes him from the cocky stride.
That’s until Sebastian smiles. It’s the exact same smile from his visions.
“Long time no see, Master,” Sebastian purrs. The word is almost affectionate.
Then his lightsaber ignites.
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