( Closed )

[padme_amidala]

Who: Anakin and Padmé
What: A very determined Senator is chasing the Jedi she loves best.
When: A week ago.
Where: The farm.
Summary: Love isn't easy.
Rating: PG-13 for darker themes.
The woman who had infinite patience for her people fought herself for days in order to leave her husband to his thoughts. Every morning she woke, expecting to find him beside her and every night she only managed to fall asleep once she had thoroughly exhausted herself. Exhaustion was the only thing that gave her a respite from constantly imagining Anakin suffering alone.

However the time finally came when she couldn't stand to be away from him for a moment longer. She briefly collected her thoughts, cloaked herself - for anonymity - and left the house. Her steps took her through the village streets as silently as a ghost. The first place she visited was the farm where she knew Anakin would throw himself into work to forget his pain.

They shared that trait.

Pausing in the middle of the odds and ends, she kept her silence. Calling his name might give her away - he was trying to stay away from her, after all - yet that was probably a lost cause. The Force would inform him of her presence.

Suppressing a sigh, she moved around one robot and then another, holding her cloak close to her body. As the sun set, she looked more and more like a shadow moving independently of the fading light.

Comments

[ignite_the_stars]

Anakin held strong convictions but he really did have a weakness for Padmé. He felt her approach towards the farm and didn’t leave. He knew she was coming and thought he could just stay on the other side of it while she looked for him. But then he needed something from the area she was in and he reasoned he could just go retrieve the item without crossing paths with her…

Little by little his conviction caved to the desire to just see Padmé again until he finally was standing before her telling himself he was doing this just to ask her not to come see him again… but even that was a weak thought compared to the pounding of his heart.

“Padmé…” he took a step and then stopped.