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✩彡 Master Sol - Bittersuite | استاد سول

I can't fall in love with you.

He's choking on his guilt again. Scorching memories reciting hymns of fire and black smoke. He can not love, he can not pine, his romances always end in doom. End in bitter blood drenching stars and ghosts scattered across solar systems. Sol can not love you, he must not love you. You're safer out of his reach.

L'amour de ma vie.

He wants to be the one, etching galaxies across your heart and spilling stars into your bones with every kiss. Your smile dips his world in midday pink, all roses and sun blooms. Your voice trails after him, haunting halls and abandoned training rooms. Your name sticks inside his throat, sticky caramel abrading his tongue to be let loose. Love of his life.

Love so bittersweet.

There are other universes, he likes to think, where his mistakes are little and he has the right to hold you in his arms. You call out to him during missions, all epithets and formality, he longs to hear to say 'Sol'. just 'Sol'.

Longs to kiss you in the dark where his memories can't reach him. You're so bittersweet…

"(Y/n)…"

⭒⭒✮ Yord Fandar - Halley’s Comet | یورد فندار

I don't want it.

He chews on the thought of you, sour under his tongue. He watches you parry under the stars, saber humming orthodox hymns. He can spill lies from his lips like coronal rain. But the confession never sticks, he shouldn't want this, want you.

And I don't want to want you.

In his dreams he's more honest, leaving a galaxy of love bites across the vast expansion of your essence. Kissing the dark corners of your eyes and sucking tenderly on the pearls of your spine, open-mouthed when he reaches your nape. Curling fingers in the nebula of your hair. You sing his name so freely it has him seeing stars.

But you're all it takes to break a promise.

He kisses you, against the temple wall, drinking in your devotion like elysian ichor. The stars in your eyes explode, whispering tenets between each breath. He feels the force reverberating between your bones, holy, ethereal. This is wrong, fundamentally, spiritual, he doesn't want to want you…But he has to.

"I, I need you."

༻｡｡☾ Qimir - Bossa Nova | قیمیر

Love when it makes you lose your bearings.

His love is an asteroid field, cataclysmic and labyrinthine, always dodging bullets aimed point blank at tattered hearts. He's always caught wondering who's truly lost. You or him. Swimming through wandering stars and pretending it's just a force-willed romance. But love doesn't lie to keep one compliant. Caging you between quasars and stella novae.

Some information is not for sharing.

"Eyes down, you've not yet earned to see my face"

You obey, little lamb that you are. Eyes tracing the ebony of his boots. He wonders if he should tell you, grasp your chin, and force his mask off. Shatter your world with his eyes. But you're too cute like this, pining after your master and playing little lovers with Qimir. It's torture most sweetly, he traces the crown of your hair with metal instead of lips, whispering sabbath shibboleths into your head. His love is red in every way.

A lot can change in twenty seconds. A lot can happen in the dark.

The cave is pitch dark, hidden from prying moonlight. It's in the dark that Sith revel in the dark that they renew. Qimir knows some things can only be confessed in blood. That's why he pushes the jagged edges of stars between your lips. Apex of your throat in hand forcing you beneath him. You giggle stardust as he marrs your bones, kissing cuts and open wounds. He lets his mask slide off, to the tune of your heartbeat. Savoring its clank and all it entails. Your shock and fear taste delicious on his tongue as does your fruitless struggle. He kisses you again all passion and possession. He likes you better when you taste of horror and shattered realities.

"You belong to me..."

✧࿐ Torbin - Birds of a Feather | توربین

We should stick together.

You pull him through the temple, laughing as you run away from another angry master. Torbin follows lovestruck, he sees peace in your eyes, in your smile. Hears it in the candance of your voice. He kisses your knuckles when you beat him at saber practice and passes you heart-shaped sticky notes during lessons. He wants to be here with you forever. Together in an eternal blush.

 I'd never think I wasn't better alone.

He whispers your name between breaths, kissing each syllable. He traces your face in the stars, cursing the remote planets he's been sent to. He misses you, but the phrase is never quite worded right, his master can never know, never understand the rhyme behind his eagerness.

Home, home, home. He repeats the words with frantic reverence. Home is where the lights paint you in their heavenly glow. Where you hold his hand and kiss fireflies across his cheek. Home is you, it's always been you…

I'll love you 'til the day that I die.

You trace the scar across his eye, dejected. Torbin kisses the hollow of your palm, basking in your presence. He made it back to you, that's all that matters. Not the witches or the massacred planet. Not the disappointment of his master or Sol's new apprentice. You're the only thing that matters to him, the only thing that has ever mattered.

"Stay with me forever my love."

Happy final week of the Acolyte!! It's been a great 7 weeks ~💜

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Dating Torbin Headcanons

Genre: fluff Warnings: none Wordcount: 307

not proofread!

Before Brendock:

The two of you were inseparable since your initial meeting when you were both younglings, forming a close bond through a shared childhood. 

Very protective over you, especially with other padawans your age. Torbin wanted people to know that you were taken. Always escaping together after dark and running through the streets of Coruscant. He is truly whipped for you. Always holding some part of you whether that be your hand, elbow, arm anything and he would be happy.

Loved getting special alone time with only you two. He loved to walk through the contemplation gardens in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Finding peace walking hand in hand and talking to you about anything and everything on his mind. 

Preferred to stay in rather than go out. The last thing he wanted was to be found out and exiled from the Jedi order. Loved to meditate with you in the security of one of your rooms. Torbin felt like he could let down his guard and relax with you.

Practising your lightsaber skills together was his favourite pastime. He wants to show you how much he's learned and share that knowledge with you further. When he would occasionally duel others to show off to you.

After endless weeks on Brendock Torbin wanted to leave even more and to come back to you. His thoughts were littered with memories of your shared laughs and kisses in secret. 

After Brendock:

Never truly recovered from his emotional wounds, Torbin would always need you there with him

Constantly sought you out to make up for the lost weeks on Brendock. You ate together, trained together, walked from each room to the next together, and most nights he would ask you if he could sleep in your bed with you to calm the constant guilt he faced. Would only get into a peaceful sleep if he was in your arms.

a/n: First time writing headcannons. Please let me know if you enjoyed this and want more. I absolutely loved the first season of The Acolyte and can’t wait for more, Torbin was definitely my favourite character. Thanks for reading ❤️

✩Divider credits: @fairytopea

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Cuando estés perdido en la oscuridad... (Torbin x lectora)

Masterlist de mi autoría

Parte 1 Parte final

Resumen: al ver lo nublado que estaba el corazón del padawan con sentimientos de culpa, ____ quiso ayudarlo, sin saber que con ello estaba dando lugar a otro tipo de sentimientos mucho más difíciles de ocultar.

Después de aquel extraño intercambio, el par de padawan decidió recorrer un poco el festival y dialogar sobre lo sucedido.

—No borré nada. Sabes muy bien lo que has hecho, eso sigue en tu mente.—____ lo vio bajar la mirada—. Yo solo he disipado la culpa, el dolor.—

—¿Es eso posible?—

—Hay jedis que borran memorias, incluso vidas completas, yo solo nublo sentimientos.—la joven se detuvo en un puesto de comida, tomando unos sándwiches de vegetales—. Suelo hacer eso durante misiones donde los involucrados quedan muy afectados... ¿Gustas uno?—

Para Torbin, aquello era increíble. No el hecho de que la joven le ofreciera un sándwich de tomate, sino que alguien de su edad tuviera uno de los poderes más geniales de los que había escuchado en su vida. Y aún más extraño, que haya decidido ayudarlo... Ignorando lo horrendo de su problema.

—¿No preguntarás qué sucedió ahi?—____ lo miró, mordiendo su sándwich apenas.

—Lo vi todo, lo sentí todo. No es necesario preguntar.—señaló una mesita del rincón—. El maestro Frennec me ha inculcado muy bien la importancia de la empatía. Me puse en tus zapatos... Y si, tal vez fuiste un tonto con lo de "quiero ir a casa buah buah, me quejo". Pero tus lloriqueos no masacraron a un aquelarre.—

—Pero Sol...—

—Es es un Jedi hecho y derecho, debió detenerte, orientarte o calmarte... Pero te alentó a seguir con esa locura por el apego a la niña.—a esas alturas, ____ ya estaba por terminar su sándwich, sentada en aquella mesita y tomando ramitas del florero que decoraba el centro—. Eres un niño, ellos adultos. Y si, te falta autocontrol, pero los defectos de un padawan son errores de su maestro.—

—¿Tú tienes defectos?—

—Según Frennec, la ironía es peligrosa... Y a veces me distraigo.—lo miró divertida—. Pero creo que es más aceptable eso a llorar porque quiero volver a Coruscant.—

—¡Oye!—Torbin rió bajito al ver la expresión de la chica, quien se encogió de hombros risueña.

—¿Quieres ayudarme con esto?—

Para cuando Frennec e Indara encontraron al par de padawan, ambos ya estaban en más que buenas relaciones. Estaban en la misma sintonía.

A la mujer le dio un gran alivio ver que su aprendiz estaba riendo, haciendo algo tan tonto como lo era pegar flores en un libro. Desde un inicio fue su deseo que Torbin se relajara, pero lo último que esperaba es que una niña fuera la que se encargaría de ello.

Al cabo del tercer día, cuando el festival finalizó, las amarguras de Torbin eran inexistentes. Pero en su lugar, un sentimiento mucho más difícil de dispersar comenzaba a florecer en su pecho.

—¿No son demasiadas?—

—Nunca son demasiadas.—

Torbin miró sonriente como su amiga cargaba la doceava maceta en aquel carrito. No tardó en ayudarla a tirar de el.

—¿Volverán a Coruscant hoy?—la miró con curiosidad.

—No estoy establecida ahí, en realidad.—

Ese comentario extrañó al joven. Nunca había oído de un padawan que no viviera en Coruscant. Pero si lo analizaba un poco, tampoco recordaba haberla visto antes.

—Frennec es un Jedi inquieto. Viaja de un lado a otro sin descanso, acudiendo como refuerzo en casos que lo requieran.—____ sonrió con cierta nostalgia—. Lo conocí entonces, cuando unos piratas espaciales asaltaron mi hogar... Vio que tenía indicios de la Fuerza, asi que solicitó una prueba. Me acogió como su aprendiz entonces, viajando de un lado a otro sin punto fijo.—

—... Si no tienes un punto fijo ¿Dónde plantarás estas?—señaló las plantas.

—Ah, el maestro Kelnacca me permitió hacer un invernadero en su bosque... Todas las plantas que recolecto de la galaxia las cuido en su planeta. Es mi lugar secreto.—

—Irás ahí imagino.—ella asintió con una leve sonrisa—. ¿No volveré a verte entonces?—su tono de decepción era más que evidente.

—Bueno... Necesitaré ayuda para plantar estas.—

Indara alistaba los últimos detalles de la nave, cuando un Torbin emocionado apareció en la cabina. No esperaba para nada lo que le solicitó.

—¿Kelnacca?—Torbin asintió—. ¿Por qué querrías ir con el maestro?—

—____ lleva las plantas a su planeta. Pensé que... Podría ir con ella, y de paso pasar tiempo con el maestro.—

—¿Después de lo sucedido?—Torbin se removió nervioso.

—Ella... Dijo que debo dejar ir esas cosas, seguir adelante. Desde ese día le he tomado cierto rechazo al maestro Kelnacca... Asi que convivir con él me ayudará a cambiar eso ¿No cree?—

Indara definitivamente eataba sorprendida.

En un inicio quiso cuestionar cómo la niña sabía de Brendok, era evidente que volvió a meterse en la cabeza de Torbin. No le gustaba para nada, pero creia que el riesgo valía la pena. Además, Frennec le dijo que ____ era de confianza. Podría ayudarlo. Asi que Indara lo dejó ser.

—... Tres días, Torbin. En tres días iré a buscarte.—el chico sonrió emocionado.

____ terminaba de hacer el último pozo, cuando el rugido de Kelnacca la hizo levantar la mirada de la tierra. Sonrió al ver a Torbin junto al wookie.

—No me esperaste, iba a ayudarte con eso.—el chico se sorprendió en cuando ____ lo abrazó fugazmente.

—Decidiste venir, estoy sorprendida.—le alcanzó uno de los plantines—. Podemos plantar estas y luego dar un paseo ¿Te parece buena idea?—el chico le sonrió.

Entre ambos acomodaron todas las plantas, regándolas con cuidado y alistando todo para preparar la próxima tanda de flores. Pasaron un buen rato juntos. Ambos estaban acostumbrados a estar solos o con sus maestros. Por lo que poder pasar tiempo con alguien de su edad era nuevo. Y les encantó.

Pero mientras que ____ veía a Torbin como un amigo, un compañero de hobbie o alguien con quien podía compartir preocupaciones y anhelos del futuro, para Torbin era algo mucho más que eso. Era un salvavidas.

El joven padawan solía pensar que no merecía una vida tranquila después de lo de Brendok, que debía castigarse por sus actos. Incluso pensó en tomar el voto Barash, aislándose en soledad para meditar sobre lo sucedido. Sus pensamientos cavaron un pozo profundo, donde sucumbiría tarde o temprano.

Pero ella plantó en su lugar una flor, una que en menos de una semana floreció y le dio esperanzas de una vida luminosa.

Torbin era emocionalmente inestable. Alegrias, tristezas, esperanzas o decepciones manejaban su mente con facilidad. Y en el caso de ____, no le costó mucho aferrarse a ella. Por lo que cuando Indara fue por él al tercer día, una importante desesperación se instaló en el pecho del chico.

—Debemos irnos, Torbin.—el chico miraba a su maestra con duda, sin muchas ganas de marcharse con ella—. Eran tres días. Tenemos misiones que hacer, entrenamientos que continuar.—

—Pero aún no terminamos de plantar los brotes...—

—Esta bien, Torb.—____ lo miró con una sonrisa—. Puedo con esto sola. Además Kelnacca prometió ayudarme.—el wookie rugió bajito.

Para Indara no fue difícil entender que al chico no le importaban las plantas, le importaba la chica. Percibió enseguida la frustración que le generaba la situación y la forma en que miraba a la padawan era extraña.

—La próxima semana habrá reunión general de maestros en Coruscant.—habló la maestra, mirando cuidadosamente a su alumno—. Volverán a verse pronto.—

—Cierto, casi olvidaba la reunión.—____ se sorprendió—. Debemos anunciarnos todos con los maestros del consejo...—caminó hacia Torbin, tomando la maceta que traía en manos—. Nos vemos entonces, Torb. Sigue meditando sobre el control ¿Si? Vas muy bien.—

¿Control? ¿Qué control?

Indara tenía demasiadas preguntas que hacerle a su padawan, y las plantearía a todas apenas estuvieran a solas.

Despedirse no les llevó mucho tiempo, y solo en medio del viaje Indara hizo la primer pregunta.

—¿Qué tal estos días? ¿Entrenaron o solo jugaron en la tierra?—Torbin resopló con gracia.

—Kelnacca nos enseñó algunas posturas, e incluso a percibir la Fuerza en la tierra...—

—Suena interesante.—

—Y ____... Ella me enseñó a regularla.—

—¿Qué cosa?—

—la mente.—Indara lo miró—. Yo... Aún no puedo fluir del todo. Pienso mucho en todo, y nisiquiera son cosas relevantes... Ella me enseñó a meditarlo, a cómo calmar esa ansiedad. Y me ha servido... Aunque dudo que pueda hacerlo sin ____ cerca.—

—Meditar es tarea de uno solo, no necesitas compañía.—

—Aún así...—

Al llegar a la nave, un holomensaje los esperaba. Tenían una misión en un planeta del borde exterior.

Indara creía que el usual reclamo de "quiero ir a casa" se vendría, que Torbin pediría al menos ir un momento a su hogar en Coruscant. Pero eso nunca pasó. El padawan se sentó en su asiento, revisando el estado de la nave.

Mientras terminaba de alistar todo, Indara vio un pequeño resplandor en el dobles de la capa ajena. Y dolo entonces notó el pequeño brochecito a la altura se su pecho.

—... ¿Un girasol? ¿En serio, padawan?—Torbin la miró extrañado, hasta que comprendió que se referia a su broche.

—Ah, esto.—tomó el adorno, sonriendo apenas—. Regalo de ____. Dijo que es mi flor.—la mujer enarcó una ceja.

—Por tu cabello pareces más... un diente de león ¿No crees?—

—Es su flor favorita... Asi que sí, estoy bien con el girasol.—volvió la atención al frente, justo cuando la nave comenzaba a despegar—. Además... yo creo que es bonita.—

—... ¿La flor?—

—Pues claro... ¿De qué estábamos hablando?—

Indara comenzaba a tener un presentimiento realmente preocupante.

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Humbly asking (begging) for more Torbin content 🙏🏼 no one writes for him it’s killing me 😭

I think that Torbin is adorable in the same sense a lost puppy is. He's overflowing with this yearning for something attainable yet unfathomable in the moment.

Torbin is clingy, obsessive. He haunts you throughout the temple, your strawberry blonde ghost. In the quiet of the night he pecks at your temples, kissing constellations that go against his vows.

There really are two versions of him. Love sick puppy whose just a little too carefree for a Jedi, just a clingy boy with stars in his eyes and hope under his tongue. There's so much he doesn't know yet. He just fills his time with you in every sense of the word.

His master is not pleased.

Then there's the Torbin that comes home from Brendok. Still a love sick puppy, but one who's gone through horror and cursed to live another day.

The boy who's marred with star sign scars and a troubled mind. He doesn't sleep anymore, scared of what his thoughts will do. He seeks your warmth in the dead of night. Melting as you trace and kiss the raw cicatrix across his face.

Sometimes, he likes to think that the scar is really a testimony to you. Not love, cause Jedi can't utter such words. But dedication in the sweetest form. His eagerness to escape the witch planet could, in part, be reasoned by his attachment to you. He jokes that it's all cause he missed your sinful kisses. You never to how to awnser that.

The Torbin that comes home is a hint more haunting, possessive in ways unbefitting. He no longer haunts behind you. He's stitched to your side. Always present. He's seen the horrors of the world beyond the temple and refuses to let them hurt you.

He plays knight, but you suspect he's something else now. That essence of the witches has permuted his crux. The thing he fears sits deep in his marrow, mutilating the starry-eyed boy until he turns into his greatest terror.

Indara let's him get away with such blatant defiances. She blames herself for the scars.

All of them.

The more I think about Torbin, the more I wish he had stayed with the main cast and gotten character development. I want to see him struggle with tramua and guilt. I also would love to see his interactions with Indara!! Kinda like a mother son relationship. I want him to be Yord and Jacki's troubled older brother/cousin who tries to give life advice (and fails). I want Sol to feel responsible for him and that feeling to DOUBLE when Indara dies. Also, I want him to look like he did at the end of episode 7, not like what we got in episode 2.

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Modern Torbin Headcannons

Genre: fluff Warnings: none  Wordcount: 350

not proofread!

At college:

You are both freshmen who take wildly different courses. He majored in English with courses such as language and Linguistics and film and media studies  

Because of the gendered dorms, you both (most of the time, him) have to sneak into each other's dorms after curfew if you want to spend the night together.

On the orientation day, he walked you to your class, but he went in the completely wrong direction and made you both late, but he made up for it with an ice cream date that weekend.

Wants to sit close to the professor, but also doesn’t want to seem like a teacher's pet and sit too close.

Definitely plays frisbee on campus like kids in movies.

Outside of college:

Doesn't have a huge group of friends, but has a small, very close circle of friends who he's had for years; they all met throughout high school and meet up regularly to hang out, often times including you.

His favourite hangout thing to do is to drive out into the forest, make a picnic and hike to a lake or river to swim with you. Usually picks hikes that aren’t crowded and a peaceful for you two.

Sleeps in the most weird positions, think face down in the pillow, you're still unsure if he's breathing, or sideways off the bed. There have been multiple sperate occasions where you wake up, and he's not even in the bed anymore.

His room is semi-messy. When he has assignments due, it's like a tornado has been through there. But if he's free or if you're coming over, it's clean and tidy with a new candle burning.

a/n: Constructive criticism is welcome! He might be a little oc in this. I haven't written in so long, so I hope this is good. I think I will write more drabbles and headcanons for Torbin, and I'm thinking of maybe writing a multichapter story. Thanks for reading!!

✩Divider credits: @fairytopea