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Sep. 10th, 2013 10:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
japor_snippetWho: 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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Date: 2013-09-19 02:48 pm (UTC)“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.