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

Anakin, looking up over his brow from where his head rested on Padmé shoulder, caught the smug look on his wife’s face fade into a flush. Now that wasn’t something he was oblivious to.

“What?” his voice sounded lighter than it had in days. He still missed his friend, and would until he saw Obi-Wan again, but he decided he could let himself feel some measure of joy over the information about their future Padmé had discovered. For once it was a foretelling that didn’t portend sorrow and doom. It was something to they could and should take joy in.

As it was, this moment had brought some of his old playfulness back, and he found it simple enough to fake a bit of ignorance at Padmé concern.

“It’s just a body, Padmé. It matters not if it gets sick.” He nudged his forehead gently against her shoulder. Maybe even a few laugh lines creased around his eyes, but that could be just an allusion created by the low light of their room.

“Or we could just slip under the sheets as is…”