democraticqueen. 

                       _{WHAT HAD ONCE PROVIDED WARMTH NOW SINGES her skin, her heart. His concern for her had been a comfort yet she now knows what those worries will do to him ( had done to him! ) & she wants to tell him to stop! Stop caring, stop worrying, there are things you cannot control — yet she can. Newfound knowledge is a burden she cannot cast aside ( & love for the boy before her — & even the man he becomes, not allowing it ), nor will she sit idly by. No, she will stop it from happening ( & what a STRAIN he had borne so quietly, watching her die in his nightmares. Now she understands. Now, she will bear it in his stead. ) Too familiar is her name on his tongue ( yet it isn’t, not nearly what it had once been, what was once so full of love & tenderness now so full of trepidation — & she hates that it will remain as such, can’t be any different. ) ❛ Yes. ❜ You w ill be. Her tone is formal & detached, eyes elsewhere ( so he doesn’t see the turmoil brewing within, the falsity she bears upon her lips. ) Tone is gentler yet words are not. ❛ As I have assured your master, I’m fine. This is really unnecessary. ❜ This being them, being him standing as her protector ( a duty he takes unto his shoulders into the fiery pits of Mustafar, into the darkness she cannot follow. )}

                                 _{a disturbance has separated them   :   something he cannot quite understand.   THE ENTIRE ATMOSPHERE HAS CHANGED ,   EVEN BREATHED AIR SEEMS DIFFERENT.   tastes like bitterness and confusion ,   scratches down his throat   —   and it’s impossible to swallow.   such a wonderful day had started with a walk ,   with shared stories of their childhoods ,   tales of years spent apart.   between the pair a bond could be felt ,   even after so much time.   in her voice he had found sweetness ,   happiness at being home   (   and he could play pretend ,   too   —   hope elation came due to his company.   if only  !   for a heartbeat he had let himself believe it   :   how naive ,   how childish   )   ;   woven in his words there’d been admiration ,   of sentator amidala and of naboo.   yet now   —   now formality has seized up brief notes   (   no longer summer rain and melting gold ,   no.   distance coats them ,   a knife between his ribs ,   aimed straight for foolish heart   )   while her eyes avoid a meeting.   ❛   I   ——   ❜   the padawan attempts to clear his voice ,   rawness climbing up his stomach.   he’s nervous ,   more so than before ,   for gentle smile has disappeared.   it’s given space to harsh words   (   however musical her tone is ,   what she says aches through his chest ,   spreads   ;   disappointment in hand   )   so he looks away.   ❛   the council doesn’t seem to think so ,   m'lady.   there was an attempt on your life ,   after all.   ❜}