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Kaeden is taken aback, taken away from the cold harshness of reality, when Ahsoka closes her eyes and lifts her hands to use the Force.
Ahsoka is always beautiful, with her skin the color of a Raadan sunset and montrals striped like summer gourds. But like this, with the secrets of the universe running through her veins, she is breathtaking and indescribable.
Her biceps are smooth and strong as she pulls at empty air.
Kaeden shivers when Ahsoka gestures softly with slender, graceful fingers and like magic, the lock on the vault clicks open and falls to the dusty floor.