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Padmé Amidala Skywalker ([info]i_cannot_follow) wrote in [info]makebelievelog,
@ 2012-11-01 02:01:00

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Entry tags:anakin skywalker, padme amidala

Who: Padmé and Anakin
What: Padmé and Anakin skip the feast, Anakin decides to put on cat ears to cheer up Padmé... and 8:00 strikes. Also, morning after cat.
When: October 31st/November 1st
Where: Their rooms
Rating/Warnings: Excessive kitty cuteness? PG-13; will change as appropriate
Status: Incomplete / Closed


Halloween held a certain level of uncertainty in relation to what costumes may be chosen by others and all it would take was one Darth Vader costume, or similar, to make things extremely awkward. That was something that neither Padmé nor Anakin wanted, so they had decided to eat in their rooms and avoid the feast.

In general, Padmé (personally) attempted to be rather accepting of other culture's costumes so long as they weren't harmful to anyone. She knew Anakin was as well, in general, though he perhaps had less patience than her in regards to seemingly silly things - part of diplomacy versus not, she supposed. Satine had expressed a level of interest in the cultural aspect of it, before she left, and Padmé understood the curiosity. But even if Padmé accepted the idea of Halloween, that didn't mean they needed to participate in it and feel uncomfortable.

It just made their lives seem, somehow, less significant. Comedic, perhaps. Fictional. And Padmé knew they weren't fictional. She had been lost amidst her thoughts, contemplating her missing friend, rather than paying attention to the delivered meal. She was getting over Satine's absence, but the occasional stray thought still hit her at times.



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[info]darkforcerising
2012-11-01 07:48 am UTC (link)
The younger of Anakin version had sat sullenly through the meal, and then, like he’d done every night for the past two week since finding out about his future, he slipped out the door and headed down to the workroom. He spoke nothing the whole time in his older self’s presence. Anakin, the elder, didn’t press the boy, he knew nothing but angry words would come out of the boy’s mouth if he tried. The boy was harming no one, it seemed best to just let him go for now.

After the meal he and Padmé both retreated to the sitting area, Padmé to a chair to read quietly. And Anakin supposed he could be working on making a final decision about who to fill into the student research assistant positions opening at the end of the year. But he really didn’t want to go over those applications again. Not tonight. Not when he needed stimuli outside the confines of his head, or he was bound to think on things that were depressing.

He rested back against the couch and sighed. He looked over at Padmé but she seemed – he could feel it even – to be wallowing down in the same kind of sad feelings he often found himself these days. He knew she wasn’t ignoring him, but was trying to find a distraction in the book she was reading.

On the coffee table sat a pair of furry cat ears stuck to a u-shaped bit of plastic. Anakin wondered where they had come from, maybe Padmé had picked them up from somewhere. But it didn’t matter, as they had caught his attention and he’d rather fiddle with something than focus on those applications. He called them too him with the Force and he played with them, turning them over every which way in his hands and examining them from all angles before taking the plunge and using them the way their manufacturer intended. He placed the ears on his head.

Pleased with his own initiative he called over to his wife. “Padmé,” he asked, “do I look like, uh, one of these animals that are so popular as pets here?”

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[info]i_cannot_follow
2012-11-01 08:52 am UTC (link)
Padmé looked up from the text and paused, only briefly, before flashing a toothy grin. Anakin looked ridiculous, but quite cute. And she couldn't help but appreciate him putting on the ears and lightening her mood.

She sat the book down, slipping a marker back in to hold her page. "A cat? Not quite. They're covered in fur and have a tail... but as a whole, you're far cuter." Never mind the fact that Padmé thought that most of the popular pets were rather adorable, cats included. Anakin always topped the list since he was her adorable husband and they were just someone else's pet.

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[info]darkforcerising
2012-11-01 09:34 am UTC (link)
Padmé's smile made one of his own blossom on his face. Seeing her smile did wonders to those sore places in his heart. "A cat," he laughed as he said it, "that's what they are called."

He raised his eyebrows at her, pleadingly. Now that he'd got her attention he planned to keep it. "You're saying I couldn't improve fur and a tail?"

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[info]i_cannot_follow
2012-11-01 09:42 am UTC (link)
Padmé found a small laugh escaped her at hearing Anakin's laugh. It was hard not to have it feel contagious. Her friend's departure slipped into the recesses of her mind. "I don't know if I would say that."

"I don't think you would look right with fur and a tail, though." Padmé momentarily glanced down, trying to squash the urge to laugh at the mental picture that caused, then glanced back up again and froze. Anakin was no longer there. It was just -

A cat. An actual cat. She stared, shocked, her smile gone and replaced with utter shock. "A- Anakin?"

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[info]darkforcerising
2012-11-01 09:56 am UTC (link)
One moment Anakin was laughing along with his wife, enjoying this small pleasure they'd been able to find on this day when happiness was fleeting, and the next his thoughts were no more but a solid need of one thing - cover.

He was a cat, a cat in a strange room with a strange person now sitting in a chair. His froze. His eyes dilated, his ears flattened and the fur along his back rose in a ridged dorsal fin. And the fur on his tail, which he and his wife were speculating on just moments before, was as puffed out as possible. He was one scared kitty.

When Padmé spoke, all for legs leapt Anakin into action and he jumped down from the couch to seek the dark, comforting confines of the space beneath.

What was going on?

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[info]i_cannot_follow
2012-11-01 10:53 am UTC (link)
Padmé didn't know what to make of this. Her husband was now a cat. How was her husband a cat? This didn't make sense. This wasn't possible! Except - neither was sharing dreams. Things happened in the castle. It was the price of being in the Land of Make Believe. Surely it would be temporary.

Surely.

Padmé stood and walked over slowly, bending down to peer underneath. She stayed a certain distance away, not sure what to make of all of this. The cat seemed scared. Padmé didn't really know the species, but she knew a few basics and had a few guesses what to do. The first one was to show the cat that she meant no harm. If Anakin's consciousness were still in there and active, he would've likely found the idea of safety to be her. This meant she was dealing with a cat in control.

Padmé went over to where the remains of the dinner plates were sitting on the table and found a piece of chicken. It had been under seasoned, but perhaps was ideal for the sake of a peace offering. She went back to the couch and pulled a small bite off of it, sitting it on the floor near where the animal was hiding. She kept the rest of the meat in her hand and sat back, cross-legged, focused on the task at hand.

"Come on," Her voice was quiet, and she attempted to make it soothing despite (admittedly) still being in shock. "Let's get a look at you."

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[info]darkforcerising
2012-11-01 11:28 am UTC (link)
When Padmé's legs first crossed Anakin the Cat's line of vision he swished his tail and gave a low growl. But those legs settled down and persisted, and they didn't move closer. His eyes remained fixed on those legs and he waited for something dangerous to happen.

Nothing did.

And not only that, presently the smell of something undeniably delicious started breaking through the tense fear surrounding his mind. And it really smelled good.

He inched closer, and then waited. He wasn't out from under the cover of the couch yet. He needed to be sure. She called to him and that made him freeze, but like last time she called to him nothing happened. Still he waited, just to be sure, all the while the smell of meat filled his nostrils.

He snaked a bit more forward, followed by another pause. This was painstakingly slow, but he had to know nothing was going to happen to him.

After was must have seemed like forever two sets of whiskers and a pink nose poked out from under the couch. The nose was tentatively sniffing the air.

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[info]i_cannot_follow
2012-11-01 08:19 pm UTC (link)
Padmé wasn't sure what to make of all of this. She was, primarily, just hoping that she was going to be successful in this cat-baiting endeavor. The length of the weight did tell her one thing, however, regardless. It told her that she was right about Anakin not being conscious amidst this.

Padmé had been about to start thinking up new tactics when finally there was a hint of the cat formerly known as Anakin. Despite being a bit worried and unsure still, not to mention wondering what she was going to tell Luke and Mara and the younger Anakin if "temporary" turned out to be a few days or a week, she cracked a smile at the emergence. She, dare say it, found it - cute. Adorable. The tiny little pink nose, wiggling.

She almost held her breath for a moment, staying quite still and waiting to see if the rest of the cat would emerge. She wished Anakin were there so he could see how cute he was covered in fur.

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[info]darkforcerising
2012-11-02 12:51 am UTC (link)
Ever so slowly Anakin crept out from under the couch. First a cautious paw, then more of his face, and another paw. When his head was revealed he froze and stared at Padmé for a number of heartbeats. He could smell her, there waiting, it was mixed in with all the other scents he was picking up. The smell of the sitting room, the couch, the carpet and yes that chicken in her hand. It was a lot to take in.

But when Padmé didn’t move at the sight of him he relaxed a bit, enough to take another step out into the world.

From there, not daring to move his whole body closer, he stretched his long, sleek body and neck forward as much he could in an effort to get closer to that piece of food.

With two opposing desires warring against each other in his head this was a stressful moment for him.

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[info]i_cannot_follow
2012-11-02 09:46 pm UTC (link)
Padmé couldn't begin to imagine what Anakin would have to say about this once it was all over. She imagined he might be against getting one of these creatures, but there was something terribly endearing about them in-person. She didn't think it was simply because it was Anakin, either.

She watched the cat, continuing to not move, though she had a plan in mind if the cat retreated under the couch again after getting the offered bite of food. She was rather confident that she could rip a piece off of the chicken with a small pinch, due to the way it was sitting in her hand, and a small flick would put it between them without her needing to move. She could continue to bait the cat... to try and bribe it for its affections as well as assure it that she meant no harm and, rather, just wanted it happy.

She was admittedly a little baffled about one aspect of the situation. Padmé was surprised at how far the cat could stretch itself. Was that normal?

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[info]darkforcerising
2012-11-03 07:24 am UTC (link)
He was almost close enough reach the piece of chicken in Padmé’s hand. With his eyes partially on the prize and on the possible danger Padmé presented, he stretched ever closer forward. He was so close the smell frustratingly teased his nose.

At about this time he’d had enough of patience and in a flash he lunged forward to claim that thing he so desperately wanted. It was, after all, being dangled in front of him as if it was his to take.

With the bit of chicken in his mouth he leapt back towards the couch but didn’t go under. He just needed to retreat a few steps to ensure that the food was his and that Padmé couldn’t take it back. In a matter of seconds the piece of meat had disappeared down his gullet and he was licking his lips looking around for more. He blinked up at Padmé, crouched as he was with tensed shoulders and hunches, as if she might give him more or she might strike out at him, he still wasn’t sure.

He stayed like that looking at her, waiting to see whether he would be rewarded for his efforts, or punished.

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[info]i_cannot_follow
2012-11-03 07:59 am UTC (link)
Padmé smiled, unable to help herself. Even if the cat didn't understand (something she wasn't sure on,) her lips curled up in a smile. No teeth, just a smile. The cat had taken the small nip of chicken, and appeared pleased and not sick from it. After a moment, she tore another piece off of the larger chunk in her hand and gave it a small, but gentle toss with her fingers. Between them, but still available for the cat if it was brave enough to come forward and get it.

She did something else as well. Slowly, very slowly, she rotated both hands so her palms were facing upward and opened them. Chicken and all, she hoped it would show the cat she was okay and no threat whatsoever.

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[info]darkforcerising
2012-11-03 08:44 am UTC (link)
Anakin crouched lower when Padmé moved, he even slunk away a few steps, but then he stopped when she did no more than toss something between them. The piece of chicken landed and remained there while Anakin assessed the situation. It didn’t take long for the smell of the chicken to reach him and then he turned to inch closer to the morsel on the ground.

He was quicker this time, more trusting, and he had consumed the bit in a matter of moments.

He was facing Padmé now and greedily eyeing the remaining meat in her open palm. Wary of a trap, but still hungry in that incessant way cats were, he walked forward on silent paws. He got closer this time than before, not needing to stretch out quite as much as before. But he was still hesitant and the placement of his paws on her legs to step up to her hand was slower than his movements leading up to this point.

But he made it, at last and took that first bite from the palm of her hand.

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[info]i_cannot_follow
2012-11-04 01:34 am UTC (link)
Padmé continued to smile, despite a certain level of worry nagging at the back of her mind. She wanted Anakin, not this creature. However, at the same time, she could see that the cat (obviously) was in good health. It seemed to be okay and, so long as she could keep it okay, it seemed likely that Anakin would be okay... right?

And the cat was awfully cute. Couldn't she have Anakin and the cat?

She looked down at it with her eyes only; while her head was already angled slightly down, she didn't presume that the twitchy and (admittedly understandably) nervous cat would be okay with big movements from her quite yet. After a few moments, just barely above a whisper, she tried speaking again. "Hello, there."

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[info]darkforcerising
2012-11-04 09:22 am UTC (link)
If Anakin was himself, in proper human form, he would have given Padmé a shocked look and mentioned something about her channeling Obi-Wan. As it was, he was a cat who didn’t know one human in the castle from the next, much less those in the ethereal unknown beyond. The cat version Anakin merely tensed and divided its focus from searching for more chicken to also keep an eye on this talking human.

Licking his chops he sniffed hungrily at her hand and gave it a few licks. He could still smell the grease from the piece she’d been holding and that residue teased his senses.

When he could find nothing else for him to consume he swished his tail once, then twice, giving Padmé a demanding look, and when that didn’t result instantly in more food he hoped away. He walked to the couch and leapt up onto the seat, from there he continued on up to the back.

And there he sat and proceeded to unabashedly clean himself.

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[info]i_cannot_follow
2012-11-05 06:22 am UTC (link)
Padmé took this opportunity to move around a little, stretching, moving slowly but moving all the same. She figured the distance while not hiding meant she had some approval. Perhaps not a good deal, but hopefully enough.

It was along that mentality that she shifted enough to pull the phone out of her pocket to use the local version of the holonet. The internet, was it? "How to make friends with a cat" was typed in and, after a few sites with basic tips what not to do (Why would she pull a cat's tail, pet it when its ears were back and it was hissing, or rub it until sparks flew?) she found an idea that did work.

She slowly stood and excused herself to the bedroom. She gave the cat a very wide birth, not to disturb the unusual looking cleaning session, but returned (still walking slowly) a few minutes later. She had a robe sash with her, pulled out of her robe, as well as shoelaces. The shoelaces were tucked in her pocket, her personal preference for something notably physically longer. Giving a slightly less wide birth, Padmé slowly went by the cat with the robe tie dragging along on the ground after her.

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[info]darkforcerising
2012-11-07 09:00 am UTC (link)
Anakin paused in his hygienic ritual when Padmé stood and moved towards the other room. He crouched down and eyed her warily. She’d been nice before, had given him a tasty treat. But that didn’t mean much in the mind of a cat when dealing with a total stranger. Caution was best adhered to.

When she came back he was still in that position on the back of the couch. All his attention was riveted to the door of the bedroom, analyzing the sounds he was hearing coming from beyond. Both curious and hesitant, he sat on the back of that couch unable to move.

It took him a moment to notice what she was trailing after her as she walked past, being a nervous kitty and all. But the moment his eyes caught the motion his attention was neatly diverted.

His eyes dilated and reflected the light with an eerie sheen. His crouched turned from something containing potential energy into something kinetic. He shifted, gaining better footing, his claws extending and gripping onto the fabric of the couch. And his back end started performing a very curious wiggle, as if the well of his power started in his hind end and built up until it leaked to other parts of his body, until, like a tightly coiled spring, he seemed to not be able to take the suspense any longer and he leapt for the dragging robe sash. With hunter precision he landed on the end, sinking in his claws and rolling to the ground to bring his hind legs to bare on his ‘prey’.

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[info]i_cannot_follow
2012-11-07 10:10 am UTC (link)
Padmé had a hard time not laughing at this bizarre hunting ritual. This creature really was rather adorable, even fascinating. It was a shame that it hadn't been a meeting under some other circumstances. Still, Padmé's worry was temporarily primarily suspended under repeated mental mantras that everything was supposedly temporary when such things happened in the castle. Anakin should return, live and quite well, so long as the cat remained the same way.

She gave the cat enough slack with the robe sash that it shouldn't have had any problems then, after a few moments, gave the sash a gentle few tugs before wiggling what she could of the fabric. Just enough to give the cat a bit of playful "prey" resistance, not enough to rip the sash away.

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