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

That look of concern on Anakin’s face deepened into something expressing displeasure. There was so much information about their world available in this place Anakin had yet to reach the end of having read or viewed it all. And for the most part, he’d given up for the time being, without much good in his future there wasn’t much to tempt him to find out more.

But Padmé wanted him to take the phone, and he would obliged her request.

He threw the towel over his shoulder and then crouched down next to the chair. He took the phone from Padmé’s hands. “Just this on the screen now?” he asked. But he didn’t wait for an answer before he started reading. He finished reading the question and answer, and then read them again, then a third time. His expression changed slightly, one unaccustomed to his looks might mistake it for still more irritation, but it was more confusion than anything else.

The truth of the words took some time to sink in. He had to mentally examine every word, every phrase, for hidden lies and verify he was reading them correctly before his mind would accept their true meaning.

They would be together after his death. United for eternity. Not just promises Padmé told him powered only by her conviction of willing them true. They might be real but Anakin had accepted this Earthling as having some direct visionary skill to see into his and Padmé’s universe and relay to the people of Earth the ‘story’ of their lives. He’d been right about everything else, why would this be any different?

For the first time in days his mouth unbent for its dark frown and approached something linear in fashion. He found he didn’t have words to say what he was feeling, the good of this confirmation mixing with the bad of losing Obi-Wan that steadfastly refused to leave his heart (and which he suspected would remain for a long, long time) was confusing at best, he didn’t know where one emotion ended and the other began. And dare he say he felt something close to foolishness for the desperation he felt months before fearing Padmé’s death. If he’d just known…

Instead of saying anything he took Padmé’s hand his own and brought it to his lips to kiss it. Then he leaned his head forward to rest it on his wife’s shoulder.