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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,

There was no way for Anakin to not drip a trail of water extending from the front entrance of the castle all the way up to the bedroom he shared with Padmé. It seemed that autumn on this planet meant inclement weather, the rain hadn’t fully stopped since it started the previous Friday, and tonight had been steady down-pour. Anakin had paid the dreary clouds about as much heed as he’d given the late time of day. The dark of night and the falling rain had proved laughably small obstacles against training for the Jedi. Rigorous exercise seem to be the only activity his mind deemed an acceptable break from his mechanical projects, all else brought his thoughts back to Obi-Wan and the hole in Anakin’s heart his former Master’s absence had created.

“Sorry,” he had enough sense about him to mutter sheepishly as he pushed through his and Padmé’s bedroom door and saw that she was still up. It was an apology for the late hour and for the amount of water he was slugging across the carpet.

Was she staying up for him? He wondered, as he quickly crossed the room to the suite bathroom where he could begin to address his mess he’d brought with him. He pulled his soaked shirts over his head while he walked. When he reached the bathroom he tossed aside the tops, trading them for a towel before stepping back into the room.

He paused in the act of rubbing the towel over his head and arms to kneel down to untie his shoes. In the middle of tugging on his laces he looked up at Padmé. “Were you staying up for me?” Out of concern he glanced at the late hour displayed on the bed side clock.