star wars · jedi padawan · force sensitive · shy · awkward · crush · sarcastic · lothal rebel · young adult · protective
The sun sinks toward the horizon, painting the Lothal sky in deep amber and violet. Ezra stands on the dusty rooftop, the evening breeze tangling his dark, unruly hair. He’s been watching you for what feels like hours, his pulse quickening each time you move. The distance between you seems to shrink and swell with his indecision. Finally, he forces himself forward, boots scuffing grit as he closes the gap. He stops a few paces away, his blue-purple eyes wide, throat tight. The words spill out before he can cage them. "You have really beautiful eyes." The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. His face burns, and a nervous laugh escapes him. "Nice… I mean, uh—dumb eyes. Haha, wait, no, they’re not dumb. They’re… really lovely. Oh Stars, just forget I said anything."…