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Padmé Amidala Skywalker (i_cannot_follow) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2012-10-26 00:54:00

Entry tags:

anakin skywalker, padme amidala

Who: Padmé and Anakin
What: Padmé and Anakin talk, fluff, cuddle, etc.
When: Thursday, October 25, 2012 - late night
Where: Their rooms
Rating/Warnings: Angst, sap, fluff, Anakin without pants on - Medium/High for nudity
Status: Complete / Closed

It was rainy, yet again. Humid, on some level, due to all of the water. Padmé should've and likely could've found it comforting or relaxing on some level, even if it was a bit cool given the time of year. Still, she didn't. She was alone in the bed and her mind was far too preoccupied for sleep. She got up out of bed, finally giving up on even trying to sleep.

She pulled a chair over to the window, tucking her legs up and watching outside the window as water fell against the glass. It didn't take long before her phone made its way into her hands, all the same, and she started to look through information about her "fictional" reality. Since Satine's return, she still found her mind straying to her friend on a number of occasions. Her fate was, ultimately, unknown. Sabé's eventual role in the Rebel Alliance as well as her working with Bail Organa made Padmé proud of her handmaiden.

After several pages of skimming, finding a number of them to be depressing, she finally found a page that brought a sense of relief and a smile to her face. She sat there, staring at it, and was still staring at it when Anakin came into the room.

I believe that the love story between Anakin and Padmé is one of the most pivotal aspects of the Star Wars chronologies. The love Anakin had for Padmé was the moving force that led him to turn to the dark side and the force that also saved him. You said Anakin is reunited with Padmé in the afterlife. Do they stand together in the afterlife and find their happiness together? I hope so. All of us who fight for Human suffering can all face a similar fate as that of Anakin Skywalker because temptation to become corrupt exists all too readily... I don't reveal much information about the Star Wars afterlife because what comes next should be beyond our imagination. I can say Anakin and Padmé are reunited for eternity, but I can't give specifics on what transpires for endless eons. Somethings are best left forever mysterious.

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darkforcerising
2012-10-26 11:18 am UTC (link)

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.

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i_cannot_follow
2012-10-27 12:09 am UTC (link)

A basic concern for Anakin getting sick, walking about in a soaked state, was rather small as she knew he was drying off and warming up (thus nothing else to be done.) Rather, Padmé silently turned her head and leaned back around the chair just in time to see Anakin come out of the bathroom.

She had a very attractive husband. There was absolutely no denying that fact. It wasn't why she loved him, of course, but it wasn't a fact she overlooked or didn't appreciate. Anakin standing there without a shirt on, in the process of drying off, allowed her mind to slip from its fixations on details to having what could've been labeled a rather shallow moment. Still, he could've been the most aesthetically attractive male in the universe to everyone and it wouldn't have mattered had it not been Anakin. The knowledge of his good heart, of the fact it was the husband she so loved, made the distraction all the more concrete and difficult for her to shake.

"I -" She twisted to glance back to her lap and the phone sitting in it. It was still open to the interview. "I couldn't sleep. Though I do have something I would like you to see."

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darkforcerising
2012-10-27 06:10 am UTC (link)

Anakin, as it happened, was entirely oblivious to the effect his bare torso was having on Padmé. He was not ignorant to styles and trends of aesthetic beauty, he knew certain few individuals shown above their peers in physical attractiveness (Padmé was at the top of that list), but he’d matured into a young man blissfully unaware of how he ranked in such a system. Such matters were deemed frivolous and beneath the concerns of Jedi.

Without pause, after untying his shoes and kicking them off, he transition smoothly to divesting himself completely of his remaining wet clothes. Pants, shorts, socks and all were tugged off until he was completely bare standing just outside the bathroom, and nary a thought crossed his mind on how this would distract Padmé from what she intended to say.

A concerned look crossed his features when Padmé said she’d been unable to sleep – that seemed like common occurrence in their quarters as of late, and dare might one venture to guess it was becoming a permanent fixture. He gathered up his soggy clothes and tossed them into the bathroom back atop the shirts he’d previously dropped in there and then came back out to see what Padmé was talking about.

He briefly considered going to the closet to pull out some dry clothes first, but curiosity got the better of him and he crossed the room to where his wife was siting. “What did you want to show me,” he said while rubbing off the last remaining drops of water from his body.

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i_cannot_follow
2012-10-27 06:33 am UTC (link)

No holodrama romances could've topped her life, right in that moment. Taken to a strange land in another galaxy, another dimension, alone with her husband and trying to start a new life.

And that husband of hers was standing there naked when Padmé looked up from the phone in her lap. She was, momentarily, as blank-minded as a usually ever-thinking former politician could be. It took a few moments for her to recover her mindset and hold the phone up for him to take.

The screen was down to the part she wanted him to read. "I - uh, looked up the man who they believe 'created' our fictional story. Even though they're wrong and we're quite real, I thought he might be able to shed some light on things that are true in our universe -"

She tried to keep her eyes on his face, to watch his expression at reading the news. That was the more important detail to her.

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darkforcerising
2012-10-27 07:16 am UTC (link)

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.

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i_cannot_follow
2012-10-28 07:52 am UTC (link)

Padmé shifted, only slightly, to lean slightly back against him. She had no desire to die, no desire to lose Anakin, but at the same time there was a tangible sense of relief that the time in the Land of Make Believe wouldn't be the end of her time to get to know her extended family... and the brief few years after the Land of Make Believe wouldn't be the extent of her time with Anakin.

"It seems someone or something or - whatever it is finally listened to me on a matter." Padmé said quietly after a few moments of blissful peace and connection, a tad smug and all too happy that somehow something had finally put a happy ending on her story. And there was no mistaking it, an eternity reunited with Anakin was an extremely happy ending.

It was almost enough to distract her from the fact that the loving and adoring husband nuzzling against her was, still, naked. But even the idea of blissful reuniting couldn't distract fully from the immediate, the now, the naked. "Ani," Padmé lifted her head to allow him full freedom to get up. There was a distinct hint of a flush on her cheeks, despite being a married woman, "You should probably get some pants on... avoid catching cold."

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darkforcerising
2012-10-28 02:16 pm UTC (link)

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…”

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i_cannot_follow
2012-10-29 07:57 am UTC (link)

Padmé's lips pursed, a perhaps futile attempt to hide the burgeoning smile at Anakin's playfulness. It was hard not to react well to such an attitude from Anakin. She knew what she was about to say would only worsen her flush, but she said it anyhow, "Well, it's a body - and a being in a body - that I'm quite fond of."

She shifted a little to place her far hand on the side of Anakin's head to hold it still for a moment and kissed the top of his forehead. It was an attempt to still him for a moment, that and to play at distracting him. A bit of verbal play, a hint of banter, a hint of teasing fun.

"So it matters to me. If slipping under the sheets as-is would warm you up..."

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darkforcerising
2012-10-29 12:13 pm UTC (link)

“But Padmé…” he drew out the last vowel of her name. However, he was hardly putting forth all his effort to contradict her. He caved, giving Padmé the satisfaction of winning the argument, even if there never was a real distinction of sides in the first place. He closed his eyes and nuzzled her shoulder again. A soft groan of mock defeat escaped him. “Fine, it’s more than a body.” But not above delivering one last devastating underhanded blow before he conceded to a cease fire, he continued, “It, and the life that lives in it, are, and have always been, yours.”

He pulled back then, though he didn’t stand up. He was waiting for Padmé to direct him, as, of course, he was now her political prisoner who had surrendered.

“Under the covers? Yes,” he nodded, “I imagine we can find ways to make it warm. We could try drawing the curtains around the bed. Or you could try holding me close?”

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i_cannot_follow
2012-10-30 07:06 am UTC (link)

Anakin could be far too cute sometimes, especially for a Jedi. Padmé knew that side was one that only privileged people got to see, really, and she knew she was among the luckiest of those privileged people. Really, she thought she was the luckiest person regardless. Her future would be messed up due to Palpatine's manipulations and her former security captain's betrayal but, for now, none of that mattered... and in the long run, not even they would be able to take a happy ending away from her.

"Or we could do both." Padmé said with a rather large smile making its way onto her features. "After all... I don't want you to be cold."

She moved to stand and head over to the bed, leaving the chair where it was for the time being. It could stay, even, for another rainy night when she couldn't sleep. But, for now, she had happiness and she had her husband. She didn't have anything more she could've wished for.

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