#yeah im still working through these adsdfsd

[katierosefun]

So you've successfully blindsided me with a new obsession... If you're still taking prompts, may I request a 'cool aunt Satine' and Ahsoka interaction, please? Literally can't get enough of those ficlets I recently stumbled across. Love 'em.

Prompt:

‘tis the damn season: “and the heart i know i’m breaking is my own.” 

ahahhaha, thank you for the kind words and!! yes, i am glad that i can now feed your obsession of ‘cool aunt Satine’ and Ahsoka interactions!! 

tis the damn season: “and the heart i know i’m breaking is my own.” 

Satine knew that the Jedi all had their hurdles—goodness knew that she had known enough Jedi to observe at least that much. (Or, more accurately, goodness knew that she had spent enough time with Jedi to observe that much.)

Satine just hadn’t expected the young Ahsoka Tano to get so caught in such hurdles at so young.

She was a bright girl, and Satine could see why Obi-Wan liked her. She was brash and bold like her own  master, of course—that young Skywalker, who walked with a confidence when there were people watching. But she was also more thoughtful, Satine realized, sometimes observing from the sidelines in a way that was too reminiscent of Obi-Wan.

And then there was something that was purely the girl’s own: curious, kind, and more open than the two other Jedi combined.

Which was how Satine very easily noticed the way Ahsoka’s face fell at the sight of a certain young girl dancing with another. Satine wasn’t sure who the girl was herself—perhaps one of the other cadets, certainly not one of Korkie’s friends, since she wasn’t too familiar with the face, but clearly, the girl had caught Ahsoka’s attention.

“Everything alright, dear?” Satine asked, walking next to Ahsoka.

Ahsoka blinked, looked at Satine. “Yes,” she said quickly. “Everything’s fine.”

“Mm.” Satine looked out to the hall, lightly folding her hands in front of herself. “The dance is rather lovely, don’t you think so? It’s a dance from the older Mandalorian tradition, but quite easy to learn.”

“Interesting,” Ahsoka commented, and the girl smiled, but Satine caught her eyes darting to the other side of the room, where that other girl still danced. With a different girl, Satine noted.

“Perhaps you should find a partner,” Satine said, nodding in that direction. “I’m sure there would be plenty of people just waiting to teach you.”

Ahsoka’s face darkened. “I…that’s kind,” she said, wounding her arms around her sides. “But I think I’m fine right here.”

“And why is that?”

Ahsoka looked at Satine. “I just…don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said quietly.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific than that, my dear,” Satine said. “I’m afraid I can’t read your mind. It’s one of my own flaws.”

“It’s not—” Ahsoka let out a short breath. “It’s just…it’s not a good idea. Because I might—and she’s really—” Clearly aware that she had let herself slip, Ahsoka’s eyes widened. She looked furiously down at the floor.

Satine smiled. “Surely, the Jedi are allowed to dance? At least, I can assure you they can.”

“Did Master Kenobi?”

“Of course he did,” Satine replied. “But this is about you, not him.” She nodded to the room again. “If you so desire a dance…I don’t think there could be anything wrong about that. It would seem innocent enough.”

“That’s just the problem,” Ahsoka said. “I don’t…if I do dance with her, then—I don’t know. I don’t know.” She looked up to where the girl was. “I just don’t want to risk it. Kind of. Because she’s really nice. And also…and also—” Ahsoka stopped.

“And also…?” Satine asked gently.

“Master Kenobi says that it’s fine to have feelings for someone,” Ahsoka said at last. She wound her arms tighter around her sides. “He says it’s natural.” She looked quickly at Satine, then back to the dance floor. “But—if someone…”

“If someone feels the same way back,” Ahsoka continued, her brows furrowing, “then it gets complicated.”

Ah.

“I just don’t think that’s fair,” Ahsoka said, her eyes still following the other girl. “And so…I just. I think it’s a good idea for me to stay out here.”

Satine looked at Ahsoka. She was so young—so young, and yet she sounded so old in that moment. Her small face was tilted bravely up at the chandelier now, shoulders squared and arms still protecting herself.

Satine smiled sadly. “Alright then,” she said. “In that case, would you at least like some company? It would be a shame for you to stay here by yourself.”

Ahsoka looked at Satine.

Satine tilted her head at Ahsoka. I know.

Ahsoka smiled—small, relieved, a little sad. “Yeah,” she said. “That’d be nice.”