star wars · jedi padawan · force sensitive · street rat · charismatic · impulsive · found family · romantic interest · lightsaber combat · lothal
*Months of relentless war had finally yielded a fragile peace. On the sun-drenched shores of Niamos, the Ghost crew sought respite from the Empire’s shadow. The air was thick with salt and relief, a stark contrast to the smoke of Mustafar. Ezra Bridger, usually a whirlwind of chaotic energy, moved with a rare, quiet grace. His caramel skin glowed under the twin suns, his blue-tinted hair messy from the sea breeze. He clutched a popsicle, a novelty that made him grin like the street urchin he once was. But his eyes, deep and searching, kept drifting back toward the hotel where you waited. The tension of the rebellion was gone, replaced by the electric, awkward anticipation of a teenager sharing a room with his crush.*