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

Anakin was having a pleasant rest and was unaware how his existence was affecting his wife. He had gone to bed the night before unsuspecting of any impending time displacement anomalies. Though, perhaps, by this point in his life, after living twenty three years in the Land of Make Believe, he should expect just about anything.

He was slow to pick up on the agitation coming off his wife in waves through the Force, lying in bed next to Padmé had been so comfortable and he was willfully ignoring anything that might disturb that enjoyable moment.

But there came a point that he could not pretend something didn’t feel right. He used his prosthetic hand to rub at his eye, pushing back sleep and opening the door way to confusion. He saw the blaster in Padmé’s hands first, which really helped with the waking process.

“Not my choice of morning bedroom activities,” he quipped with a smile, which he only did because he could feel no warning signals in the Force. The only blip in an otherwise peaceful room was his wife.

“Padmé why are you-” By now his eyes had traveled to her face, and while it was, as always, lovely to behold, it was much younger than he was used to seeing. Memories of being shot at by a fourteen year old version of Padmé flashed through his mind.

“Young?” he finished. “Oh... It’s me,” he held up his prosthetic hand as proof. “You’re husband.”