democraticqueen.

                        _{The ice that had seemed to unfurl within her chest the moment his voice had broken through it seems not only to harden, but seep into her very bones, leaving her unable to move any further. Her eyes follow the softness of his gaze ( yet why is he not looking at her! She longs to see the blue that has not only been her ocean but the anchor that keeps her from being swept away ), & pale fingers instinctively trace where she’d felt a kick mere hours ago ( theirs, their child, ) weak smile on her lips as if to reassure him. His eyes caress her in a way she longs for his fingers to match ( hold me like you did in Naboo — when there was nothing but our love. ) She almost asks again, before a shiver wracks her spine & she swallows her words, instead showing him as she slowly but surely closes the gap between them. ❛ Ani — ❜ fingers tentatively reach beneath the hood he has yet to remove, gently caressing the ( cold, too cold! Not fine ) skin beneath with a feather-light touch, as if to ascertain the truth to his words herself. ❛ How can that be? The news, the Holonets — ❜ & Obi-Wan. ❛ & when you weren’t here I thought — ❜ the worst ( yet he somehow wasn’t here still. ) ❛ Why won’t you come inside? ❜}

                          death is heavy on his shoulders   :   _{the rush of power long gone ,   corrupted darkness merely leaving shattered pieces in its cruel wake.   FOR HER ,   FOR HER ,   FOR HER   —    repeated mantra when faced with the opportunity to change fate   ;   when leaving the council chamber ,   when saving chancellor palpatine and slaying the younglings and destroying the separatists.   IT’S ALL FOR HER.   oh ,   but the simple thought of what he has done would terrify her  !   how can this be right  ?   she grazes cool skin and he shivers ,   fingers on shadowed features are a burning flame   —   such tenderness he does not deserve.   yet he gives in   :   allows himself to relish on her touch ,   if only for one heartbeat.   and then he’s gone ,   spiriting stiff form away from her hand   (   from her love ,   her acceptance   —   her ignorant relief  !   )   and into the cold.   inside their room he now stands ,   back to his very life and soul as gaze loses itself on a corner full of nothing.   SOMETHING TUGS AT TENSE EDGE OF CONSCIOUSNESS.   screams what he’s yet to realize ,   what he’s too numb to fully grasp.   without turning around lips part ,   toneless voice cutting through the dark ,   emptiness clinging to each and every note.   ❛   you don’t need to worry ,   padmé.   ❜   has her name ever sounded wrong  ?   has it ever failed to soothe his mind  ?   ❛   you will be safe.   ❜}

democraticqueen.

              _{The horrors of the night ( such terrible things she had heard ) were only eclipsed by the one thing she feared more — his life, his safety. She waited in the dark, eyes on the fire & destruction, heart aching, fingers resting on the spot where he would lay without even being aware of doing so ( surely she would know if he were — ) Beating heart leaps in her chest, breath catching at the back of her throat as the door slides open ( for the briefest of seconds, she thinks it isn’t him, cannot recognize him this way, shrouded in darkness ) & the sound of her name on his lips is all she needs to hear. ❛ Oh Anakin, I was so worried. ❜ She had heard horrible things — but surely he has seen worse, endured enough. Burning questions are swallowed, saved for later, for her concern is not alleviated, the ache in her chest remains. ( How can it when he’s here? Yet his voice cracks ; it is not warm, seems almost unfamiliar. ) She is on her feet in seconds, trying to close the distance between them, belatedly realizing he isn’t. ❛ Are you hurt? ❜}

                                 _{when she stands ,   no reaction is evoked.   lays still betwixt shadows of the night ,   unresponsive as she approaches ,   though gaze does raise to meet her own.   blue irises take everything in   :   delicate frame slowly moving ,   soft hair spilled over thin shoulders ,   her beautiful features   —   and her swollen stomach   (   their child inside of it  !   those he would kill to defend ,   has killed to protect   ).   darkness corrupted by a ray of light ,   glorious presence once quickened the beating of his heart.   soothed any worries swimming through his mind.   WHY IS IT DIFFERENT NOW  ?   his fingers should grip proffered hands ,   caress her skin as countless times before   —   but not tonight.   he’s tainted ,   torn soul screams at the horrors he’s committed.   and his chest  !   it burns and it aches and wonders why.   IT’S HEAVY ,   INTERWINED WITH ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S GUILT.   such part of him is shoved aside ,   suffocated for this   (   this is the right thing to do  !   )    is the path to saving her.   foreign shame at her questioning ,   he forces himself to stare ahead ,   faux smile curling pale lips.   ❛   i’m fine ,   padmé.   ❜   whispered notes sound vacant even to his ears.   ❛   ——   the war is finally over.   ❜}    

victoroius.

HER DREAMS ARE GREEN, SOMETIMES RED. _{they reveal unfathomable fields of wildflowers dense with beasts of an irenic meadow; they expose riven rib-cages rended and forded across mounds of ossein, screak of the departed parrying silence―where has god gone? who will deliver our dolorous souls? her nighttime chimæras changed and yet the same: clarke. zephyr passes the dual-wielding jedi, ‵ blue shadow virus? ′ she searches for strands of aurelian, ultramarine eyne: a fawn to a wolf, dust amouring empyrean. she pursues the aphelion through her dreams: sometimes she is there, sometimes not: in green and red. ‵ i did not realise naboo was ravaged by sickness. ′ the guardian rises from her loft and crosses to anakin, empathy bleeding into stygiac mien, blemished extremities to touch his shoulder―a frame that wavers through the burnished and shadow.} 

                                 _{❛   IT’S NOT.   ❜   relief filters through renewed tone ,   eyes still lost within the lights of coruscant.   or perhaps wandering inside vivid memories   :   of a time his whole life threatened to disappear.   HE REMEMBERS THE DESPERATION ,   DREAMS OF IT ONCE IN A BLUE MOON.   it claws at his chest ,   slashes until scars cover his heart and he cannot breathe ,   realising finally it is simply a dream.   down the earth of naboo ,   there they laid trapped   —   his padawan and his wife.   brushed death too closely for his comfort   ;   he could do nothing standing outside the hidden laboratory ,   healthy when they were not.   fingers clench ,   a spine so stiff it may suddenly snap.   but then   —    such touch feels foreign ,   failing to provide warmth although it is appreciated.   no movement is evoked ,   voice continuing his anecdote with more spirit.   ❛   some deranged scientist ,   doctor nuvo vindi   —   he recreated the virus.   even made it airborn ,   got all of us almost killed.   ❜   pride swells ‘neath his veins as he speaks once more ,   gaze settling upon the other’s features.    ❛   if not for senator amidala and ahsoka ,   everyone on naboo would be dead.   ❜}      

captaxn.

                 _{“they really seem to FALL for our charm then, General”} 

                 _{he replied, and then focused back on getting everything in ORDER. These Clankers might be droids - might be programmed, but they were DEADLY. They had lost many good soldiers because of them - and Rex didn’t want to recruit NEW ones already, so they had to be CAREFUL and had to think of every step they wanted to take to keep this position in CHECK.} 

                 _{“I wish they would just stay where they came from!”} 

                               _{❛   ——   nothing we are not used to.   ❜   humorous notes slip past gritted teeth as his vision focuses on metallic droids   :   their arrival comes in waves ,   one after the other ,   meant not to destroy but to overwhelm.   quick glance towards his troops and he understands   ;   they are not enough.   REINFORCEMENTS ARE NEEDED IF THEY WISH TO SUCCEED.   saber swiftly cutting thin air ,   deflecting electric blasts ,   his voice is now louder   —   carries concerned authority.   ❛   rex ,   make contact with master kenobi.   we’re gonna need a little help down here  !   ❜}    

khagaan.

❝ I am not here to exchange insults. ❞

                                _{❛   neither am i.   ❜   acerbity basks in arrogant notes ,   chin raising towards his adversary.   ❛   i’m here to put an end to this war   ——   it’s over ,   grievous.   ❜}    

democraticqueen.

                   _{AMUSEMENT, HURT, ADORATION — emotions ( caused by her! ) she not only sees in endless blue, but feels as if they are her own ( the hurt especially, what had begun as a dull ache within her chest dreading their goodbyes now pure AGONY, being forced to deny what it is it — & she — truly wants. ) It isn’t FAIR that it has to be her burden to bear, for rejection to have to flow so easily from her lips ( when it is anything but. ) She wishes to pull away, to endure her pain in silence ( the way she always has & always will ) yet the moment his fingers intertwine with hers, touch so gentle & full of the LOVE she feels coursing through her own veins, it’s as if ROARING FIRE is somehow bearable ( & the thought of having to leave becomes the unbearable — she CAN’T LET GO. ) ❛ You should. ❜ It’s a low whisper, the truth to her words weakened by her own desire for it to be otherwise. Free hand brushes away stray locks of his hair, gently touching his braid, a silent reminder. ❛ You must. ❜ It is so much of who he is, she could never wish it to be otherwise.} 

            _{Breath catches in her throat as his grip tightens, her own doing the same ( as if its instinctive — this need to be closer to him, to never be parted, this love for she truly deeply loves him. ) ❛ How? ❜ Single word sounds pained, a mere echo of the turmoil brewing within. Only he can crumble the walls she has laboriously built since she was a little girl — the duties of a monarch & the lives of an entire planet resting upon young shoulders not allowing for such trivial things as her wants, nor allowing room for WEAKNESS. And she had stood strong & resolute against all odds — yet LOVE had never been something Padmé would have ever believed to have needed protection from. Yet here she was, asking for a way to come out unscathed ( too late. ) ❛ You can’t. Even if we could somehow hide it, bear the deception & the lies I — I can barely bear the thought of leaving as is. ❜ It’s a hard truth to admit, but was it not clear as the sky they had shared their first kiss beneath? ❛ You will be busy on missions, & I with the senate. We can’t — ❜ she shuts her eyes ( yet this time, she does not pull away ), words, a weapon she has learned to wield as effortlessly as he does his lightsaber, FAILING her. ❛ I should never have said anything. ❜}

                                 _{it can be found whispered in her words  (   lacking conviction ,   the strength that has always been carried by her soul   ) ,   that tightening desire to hold on and never let go.   he can hear it ,   feel it down his chest as it scorches through burning body   —   a pain that he will gladly embrace for eternity if it means having her.   EMBERS GATHER BENEATH HIS BONES ,   WARMING AND COMFORTABLE AND ENDLESS.   originated from her ,   introduced into his very veins the moment they met.   gaze flickers down towards thin fingers which grasp padawan braid ,   lips tightening at her speech.   bloodstream boils   :   frown settling ‘pon fair brow ,   beat of young heart thudding with something akin to anger   (  though never at her ,   never  !   )  as rebelliousness lays at the pit of his stomach.   WHEN HAS HE CARED FOR RULES  ?   he was once a slave ,   subdued to the will of a master who held little care for him and shmi.   stripped of liberty ,   he lacked the freedom to choose ,   to truly enjoy life.   yet that boy is no more ,   now hardened by years of training and loss   —   that boy has made his choice.   ❛   the jedi ,   the code   ——   they can’t stop me from loving you anymore.   ❜   swiftly he moves ,   just enough so that light hair will be out of her reach.   ❛   it’s too late.   ❜}      

                                 _{her suffering is his own  :   an ache located around ribcage walls ,   emotions synchronized with the ones tainting her blood.   can she not see ,   that only this can tame it  ?  soothe their worries and quandaries ,   fill them with unknowns yet bring deep joy  ?   hands hover ,   unsure   (  poorly trained for romantic endeavours   ;   never would he have imagined such a situation !   )   of how to proceed.   within tender voice he tries to pour it all   :   the adoration ,   the passion ,   the love.   his insides twist with war ,   a hurricane of emotion nobody could have prepared him for.   ❛   we’ll figure it out.   ❜   almost a prayer ,   begging her to listen.   DO NOT BRING US MORE PAIN.   she is what truly matters.   he cannot lose her ,   not after once again finding her.   vehemence accompanies his shaking head and the notes that slip past caged teeth are raw   —   overwhelmed.   ❛   at least we’ll have something to come back to  !  would it not be worth it  ?   i’d rather spend a day with you than none at all.   ❜   blazing stare widens ,   digits finally resting on rosy cheekbones ,   closer   —   so close he can taste the air trickling past her mouth.   ❛   don’t say that.   ❜   it’s a request ,   intensity seizing his throat as if he were choking.   ❛   i’ve never been happier than i am now.   ❜}  

rosereigned.

             _{The garden walks have become too ROUTINE for Margaery to take pleasure in anymore, weaving through the rose lined paths she has committed to memory. A place that once felt like HOME now kept her on her toes, weary not to tred into a spiders WEB or a lions den. The Capital –––––from the outside it gleamed in the sun like freshly polished jewel. Only once on the inside did the fantasy fade and the glimmer dull.}             

              _{“ Sir Anakin. ”        Margaery returns the smile with a slight nod of her head, glad for the interruption from her tireless day. A man of Joffrey’s Kingsguards, he was rarely in her company. It was welcomed, far more so than the lions that usually stalked around her as if she were their prey.       (   oh and how wrong they were !   )    She comes up to his side, a hand delicately resting on his forearm.         “ Join me ? I have grown overly BORED of these views and am in need of some entertainment. ”}

                               _{ancient walls stand above them ,   shining ‘neath the sunlight and crawling with history   —   even beauty ,   according to some.   however splendid they may be ,   danger clings to them like poison ,   festers deep within the heart of such magnificent keep.   HE IS NO STRANGER TO VIOLENCE ,   TO DEATH.   but a maiden so pure ,   is it not unfair that fate has bestowed cruelty in her path  ?   azure eyes remain polite   (   respectful as well ,   for upon her shoulders power will soon rest   )   and the twist of his lips grows wider ,   more sincere.   there are no disturbances on amiable expression ,   or on soft notes that follow her question   :   simply resignation where it concerns his position.   who is he to deny a lady’s request  ?   arm offered almost instantly ,   head nods once more in careful agreement.   ❛   it would be my pleasure ,   lady tyrell   ——   is there anywhere in particular you wish to visit  ?   ❜}        

veiledrevenge.

_{^{the   footsteps   cut   through   her   benumbed   senses .      eyes   previously    lost   in   a    daydream  open   with   a   spark ;      the    embezzled   stone-studded   sword    going   under   its   sheath     (   perhaps   a   better   place   in   some   poor   knight’s   hand   )                                    all   goes   hidden    &   a   lie   surfaces   on  her   expressions  &  tongue .}}

  ❝      &   what   shall   I   make   of   this   intrusion                                           _{^{good  ser ?}}     ❞ 

                              _{crafted expression would mirror tranquility almost to perfection ,   if only fair brows were not raised in silent query.   ❛   my lady.   ❜   comes the greeting   :   a sign of respect from many ,   a forgotten last name   (   and with it ,   an appropiate form of adressing their guest   )   from anakin.   fingers rest ‘pon his beloved sword ,   hand motioning towards wooden door.   ❛   the king has requested your presence in the throne room.   ❜}      

                                                      _{silent are his footsteps in the cloak of night ,   covering still world for a new dawn to be born.   brown hood shadowing his features   —   it hides blurred identity ,   edges which remain frayed ,   ripped.   is it not wonderful how life goes on  ?   only for him has time stopped   :   jealousy murmurs that their existence is much simpler ,   darkness argues that they do not possess his power.   IGNORANT OF SUCH PEACE HE HAS BROUGHT UPON THE GALAXY.   skilled fingers raise ,   a motion known and practised flowing with ease ,   causing familiar door to slide open.   inside she awaits ,   the only person capable of returning missing air to his lungs.   broken whisper cuts through the atmosphere   ;   a plea ,   a request ,   a prayer.   ❛   ——   PADMÉ.   ❜}  

_{❪   @democraticqueen​  !   ❫}  

democraticqueen.

                    _{SHE LOVES HIM, SHE LOVES HIM, she truly deeply loves him ( she has been dying a little bit each day since he came back into her life. ) A weight has been lifted from burdened shoulders now that the words have been spoken, no longer caught in the back of her throat & swallowed like poison. She loves him & he knows. Yet that same weight bears down upon her heart, chest already aching at the thought of having to say goodbye ( would it have been easier had she not said anything? ) Already, he feels too far away, & she longs for — breath escapes parted lips, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers brush hers ( as if he had known what she had been thinking. ) HIS TOUCH IS FIRE — both thawing the ice around her heart & burning her alive. ( How cruel, for something so wonderful to cause such pain! ) Fingers shift beneath his so that they intertwine, her grip tightening around his as she opens her eyes. She doesn’t move closer, doesn’t lean her head against his shoulder, or whisper for him to hold her the way she wants to. She’s afraid — of the feeling in her chest, of the pain of knowing it must all come to an end — it wouldn’t be fair to him, to either of them to make it harder. A sharp intake of breath shatters the silence left in the wake of his words, catching in her throat, fingers letting go in her surprise as gaze snaps to him. ❛ What? ❜ Heart is beating too fast, wishing to accept what her mind knows can’t be done. ( Oh but how she wishes to say yes! ) ❛ Anakin. ❜ It sounds both like a plea & a reprimand ( Don’t. Please don’t. You shouldn’t be asking me when we both know you can’t. ) ❛ We can’t. The jedi order — ❜ it’s hard to find the right words when another is fighting to make its way past her lips. ❛ — you can’t ask me that. ❜}

                                       _{abrupt surprise almost twists softly curved lips into amused smile ,   however initial words bring an ache to inxperienced heart   :   prickling sensation that slithers ‘round the bones of his chest ,   nests against his ribcage with a pain   (   an echo of that felt after stolen kiss ,   after whispered confessions besides warm fireplace   )  not unfamiliar.   yet right now ,   right here   —   he knows.   he knows her ,   her feelings and fears ,   what stops her from giving in.   and he still remembers ,   a declaration of love uttered moments before imminent death ,   what it evoked   :  disbelief ,   HAPPINES  !   true happiness he had not experienced before.   gaze sweeps across stone mask   ;   her face ,   well trained in the art of control ,   it tells him nothing.   BUT HE KNOWS.   so he vanishes traitorous thoughts ,   summoning a fire that’s both relentless and consuming ,  and it burns bright within his body at such glorious presence.   features are undeterred by blatant rejection ,   hand suddenly empty as unexpected question drives her away.   with tenderness he brings long fingers to sneak around her own once more ,   adoration bestowed upon her through simple gesture ,   still shining   (   as if it would ever stop !   )   in the depths of blue eyes.   ❛   well ,   i am asking you this.   ❜   playful smirk is no more ,   instead morphed into seriousness though voice carries the utmost gentility.   solemn notes are accompanied by a shake of the head.   force ,   he loves her   —   of nothing he’s ever been more certain.   ❛   I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE ORDER ,  PADMÉ.   ❜   should he sacrifice everything   (   everyone !   )   for her ,   he would do so without hesitation or regret.   THE MERE IDEA OF BEING PARTED FROM PADMÉ IS MADDENING ,   TORTUROUS.   electrifies all nerves beneath thick skin ,   causes his grip to tighten and bring her closer to him.   ❛   we can make this work ,   i know we can.   ❜}