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

“Do we?” Anakin said, raising his eyebrows.

The last time he was in this position they didn’t have the time to sit and talk about something as simple, yet as import, as the names for their children. They didn’t have much time together, in the first place, even though at the end of the war he was assigned to remain on Coruscant. He couldn’t be at Padmé apartment during the day, for fear he would be spotted by some senatorial aide or even just another senator. And by the time they saw each other in the evenings – if they could see each other in the evenings – he’d been so worn down by his time spent with Palpatine talking about anything with a hint of seriousness in it was a trigger for an argument. They’d learned to avoid those, avoid communicating completely those last few weeks.

“You picked out the names last time. What opinion could I give on the subject?”