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japor_snippet) wrote2013-09-10 10:40 am
japor_snippet) wrote2013-09-10 10:40 am
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Who: Anakin and Padmé
What: Discussing their relationship and the next steps
When: Before Anakin escorts Padmé back to Naboo
Where: Padmé’s apartments at 500 Republica
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Anakin had not seen Padmé since he was taken into the Halls of Healing at the Temple to receive medical treatment and be fitted with a new arm. Perhaps before that, even. His memory aboard the transport back to Coruscant, with his brain sinking further into shock, was fuzzy and patchy at best. He approached her apartment doors now; on instruction from his Master he was to accompany the senator back to Naboo, where she planned to stay for some much needed recuperation before she poured herself back into politics. Geonosis had burned them all in some way or another.
Nervous, like he had been in a similar memory riding the lift to the floor of her home. His Master had been with him then, he had attempted to calm Anakin’s nerves. Anakin had laughed at the time, but he was thankful now he was alone. Even if the thoughts in his head were the like that first ride up.
Has she changed her mind? Or will she still feel the same she expressed in the arena?
He flexed his hand – his robotic one. The newness of it still caught him unawares. As if he could forget the moment he lost his arm, but sometimes it still felt… not missing. And in moments where he wasn’t thinking and he raised his hand to do something routine, like brush his braid back over his shoulder, the gleam of gold would catch his eye. He would blink, expecting the glint of metal to vanish, only to wait out futilely for his flesh hand to rematerialize. His frustration was most acute when confronted with a task he used to do with fluid ease, but now came in jerks and pauses.
He raised that hand to press the button to announce him; gold glinting the light, he thought better of it and self-consciously switched to his left hand.
But the comm buzzing, granting him admittance through the now opening doors pushed all thoughts about his arm, and what it should be, out of his mind – or rather thoughts of Padmé did that.
Because there she was in the entrance way, and the grin he was fighting, in case any of her handmaidens or assistants were present, was an indication she was all he could think about.
What: Discussing their relationship and the next steps
When: Before Anakin escorts Padmé back to Naboo
Where: Padmé’s apartments at 500 Republica
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Anakin had not seen Padmé since he was taken into the Halls of Healing at the Temple to receive medical treatment and be fitted with a new arm. Perhaps before that, even. His memory aboard the transport back to Coruscant, with his brain sinking further into shock, was fuzzy and patchy at best. He approached her apartment doors now; on instruction from his Master he was to accompany the senator back to Naboo, where she planned to stay for some much needed recuperation before she poured herself back into politics. Geonosis had burned them all in some way or another.
Nervous, like he had been in a similar memory riding the lift to the floor of her home. His Master had been with him then, he had attempted to calm Anakin’s nerves. Anakin had laughed at the time, but he was thankful now he was alone. Even if the thoughts in his head were the like that first ride up.
Has she changed her mind? Or will she still feel the same she expressed in the arena?
He flexed his hand – his robotic one. The newness of it still caught him unawares. As if he could forget the moment he lost his arm, but sometimes it still felt… not missing. And in moments where he wasn’t thinking and he raised his hand to do something routine, like brush his braid back over his shoulder, the gleam of gold would catch his eye. He would blink, expecting the glint of metal to vanish, only to wait out futilely for his flesh hand to rematerialize. His frustration was most acute when confronted with a task he used to do with fluid ease, but now came in jerks and pauses.
He raised that hand to press the button to announce him; gold glinting the light, he thought better of it and self-consciously switched to his left hand.
But the comm buzzing, granting him admittance through the now opening doors pushed all thoughts about his arm, and what it should be, out of his mind – or rather thoughts of Padmé did that.
Because there she was in the entrance way, and the grin he was fighting, in case any of her handmaidens or assistants were present, was an indication she was all he could think about.
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"I will return shortly," she informed then turned her back to the young Skywalker before she left the apartment.
Meanwhile Padmé stood in her room, her gaze fixed on the luggage wishing that more could have been packed. She wasn't certain how long she would remain on Naboo although a part of her feared what if she never wanted to leave again. It was ridiculous of course as she had her duties to attend to. She had a public to serve now more than ever with this war.
She frowned thinking of what was to come. There was so much uncertainty. War was always a dangerous time and she was especially worried for Anakin. What if he became more reckless next time? What if this was the last time she'd ever see him after this trip? The thought alone made her stomach flip. Why was she even thinking this to begin with?
Tears started to well up in her eyes. She loved him deep in her heart. She just wanted what was right for him. To protect him from getting kicked out of the Order. The Order had meant a lot to him. It was all he ever talked about sometimes. If they were discovered the repercussions would be severe for both of them.
His manner was so cold now and she was to blame. She was trying to protect him but it was hurting them both. She didn't want to hurt anymore.
Drying her eyes she exited the room and entered the living room to see him on the balcony. She wanted to go over to him, but she knew better. She knew he must have been meditating. Deciding to go to the kitchen to make some tea, she left him to his own devices without a word.
Settling the kettle on the stove, Padmé waited for it to whistle. Letting her thoughts drift. No matter how hard she tried, the only thing she could think of was how much she was hurting them both. She had to do something.
The whistle broke her from her thoughts and Padmé fetched the tray setting the saucers and cups, cream and sugar. Picking up the loaded tray she winced at her injuries. It was still burning at the strain of movements but she was swallowing hard to overcome it.
Her steps were careful and slow as she approached the living room before setting the tray down on the table. Her teeth grinding at the pain at her side. She was just thankful that Anakin's back was still to her.
"Ani," she called out softly. "Come have some tea."
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He did not want tea, he wanted to be left to himself for the remainder of this assignment. He cared about Padmé and her happiness, how much he wanted her to smile, but he needed the distance for his own heart. She couldn’t expect more from him.
“Unless there is immediate danger, my lady, it is better if I stay out here until it's time to leave.”
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But he had already made his choice hadn't he? "Very well, Anakin. If that is what you wish." She took a sip of tea and then looked away to collect her thoughts. This was all too painful. Perhaps once she went to Naboo things would get better.
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“Excuse me. I should see to the preparations of your ship.” He angled his head to nod in her general direction before moving off a distance to activate a channel on his comm link to the captain of Padmé’s ship.
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These were things that Padmé had secretly wanted for herself but knew it could never be possible with her responsibilities to her people. There was always a certain mask she had to wear, a certain line she had to balance herself on. But with Anakin’s presence she had wanted that secret life all the more. Once he was in a close enough distance, she was determined to talk to him even if he pushed her away.
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“Your ship will be docking in two hours on landing platform X-B4.” He assumed she understood which docking facility – the one always used by senatorial vessels. “As of now they are on schedule, my lady.”
Finished with the progress update, he then moved, to return to his spot on the balcony for further meditation, out of Padmé’s way.