#Idan he grows to love you I promise

[captainderyn]

A Simple Cup of Tea

It’s about time Terrance and Idan got the official “how they met” fic :’) 

Idan of course, belongs to the lovely @lumielles​

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   “It’s no trouble.” Satele’s tone most certainly suggested that it was in fact trouble, though whether it was Idan’s trouble or a different kind, he wasn’t sure. “You see, the Council made a last minute, unanimous decision.”

 From the way some of the other Jedi’s expressions twitched, they were having great fun with that decision. Suspicion rose like a grey cloud in Idan’s mind.

“We are granting you a padawan.” Satele’s words dropped like a cinder block between the Council and Idan.

  In fact, a weight seemed to fall across the room like a blanket, something heavy and loaded.

 He couldn’t seem to find the words that he wanted. There was hardly any way that he could be qualified to train anyone, let alone one of the young, impressionable minds of the Jedi. But he couldn’t simply deny the will of the Council. They stared at him expectantly, eyes boring into him, practically daring him to say no.

Under their expectant looks, he cleared his throat and said, “That is...such an honor. I don’t know where to begin. Who, may I ask, is my padawan?”

The doors to the Council chambers banged open, and Satele sighed, long and deep. “Ah...Terrance. How good of you to make a good first impression.”

The padawan that Idan had been watching earlier was practically being frog marched in by his Master. The red hue in the Master’s face had turned slightly purple, making his cybernetics stand out brilliantly. Had Terrance not suddenly tore himself away with a strong jolt of anger in the Force, Idan was convinced he would’ve gone limp and boneless rather than move another step.