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Padmé Amidala Skywalker (i_cannot_follow) wrote in makebelievelog,

Padmé didn't immediately answer. Rather, for the first time since realizing what was going on and that it was Anakin, she was taking the opportunity to do something generally considered rude. She stared, taking in the wrinkles on his face and the familiar details that had evidently lasted through the ages. The jawline, the angle of his nose, the sandy hair color. She knew his hand was distinct, but his hand hadn't been what had been unfamiliar to her. She looked at the familiar bits and pieces that made it less about waking up next to a stranger, something that would terrify anyone, and worked toward reassuring her further that it was Anakin. In the end, she ended up with most of her focus being on his eyes. The clever, curious blue eyes that tended to express so much at times even when he, verbally, said nothing. The eyes that had melted her heart, at times, with a single gaze. In that moment, it was giving her something to anchor herself to in order to pull back toward some sense of calm.

After a moment, eyes welling up with what could've been normal or hormone caused tears, Padmé admitted, "I thought - you weren't here, that the castle had deposited someone else here. Like when the people were stuck to us, only -"

It had startled and it had scared her. Despite something in the back of her mind recalling meeting Anakin again and her telling him "My goodness, you've grown" after his notable change in age, she didn't get out such a witty comment. Instead, she moved to get back into the bed and curl up against her husband. The ages were wrong, to each other, but she needed a hug at the very least.