[Nothing in life is ever safe. Nothing in life is ever eternal. No matter how one might rally against it, time always marches on with the same steady beat that is always does. At times it may seem to linger or to fly, but it is not time that has changed, but them.
She had been so frightened and so worried. It hadn't been something that they had ever truly talked about. Yet it had dawned on her that she was not only the wife of Anakin Skywalker, but the mother of his child. Even in moments of worry, that very fact had sent a small shiver of pleasure through her as no matter the galaxy around them, that child was a part of both of them.
In person though, and not over any communication. Yet it had taken so long for him to return that a part of her had started to wonder if he would return to her with a babe already in her arms. Only Palpatine's kidnapping had changed that, and Padmé wonders, now, just what his plan had been for that. To end the war so that he could start his new regime?
It earns a small and tiny laugh, but a laugh regardless.] I don't even think Threepio realized what was going on.
[He is a droid, yes, but even Padmé knows he is far more than that, that Anakin has made him far more than that. He had been built when Anakin was young, and he had not been a medical droid. At the time time, he had been fussy enough to be a mother hen without even realizing it, without even knowing what it meant. Yet Threepio had been cherished as a member of her staff and she could remember that day Anakin had presented him to her. Not as a gift, but as a friend to be taken care of.
But that soberness comes. For all the light, there is still a shadow with it all. His own dreams have led them down their path, visions just as of his mother. While she hadn't dismissed them exactly, Padmé hadn't understood, hadn't known, just where they would end up. She would never have thought to be out in space let alone on Mustafar, yet brick by brick, each piece had fallen in to place, until suddenly there was the picture and she wouldn't say that any one event brought her right there.]
It's not that, my love. Never that.
[A strength to her voice, because it has never been about deserving. With him, it has always felt right, as if she hadn't even realized a part of her was missing until he came striding in to her apartment beside Obi-Wan. It is a warm memory, that, of his words in all their awkwardness. He had grown, and yet there had still been that childishness to him, yet he had been endearing at the same time as frustrating in his attempt.
And she had denied it for so long, pushing him away and keeping it close to her heart, but already he had been in it, as illogical and ill-founded as it had been.]
You are the other part of me, and without you, I am not whole.
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She had been so frightened and so worried. It hadn't been something that they had ever truly talked about. Yet it had dawned on her that she was not only the wife of Anakin Skywalker, but the mother of his child. Even in moments of worry, that very fact had sent a small shiver of pleasure through her as no matter the galaxy around them, that child was a part of both of them.
In person though, and not over any communication. Yet it had taken so long for him to return that a part of her had started to wonder if he would return to her with a babe already in her arms. Only Palpatine's kidnapping had changed that, and Padmé wonders, now, just what his plan had been for that. To end the war so that he could start his new regime?
It earns a small and tiny laugh, but a laugh regardless.] I don't even think Threepio realized what was going on.
[He is a droid, yes, but even Padmé knows he is far more than that, that Anakin has made him far more than that. He had been built when Anakin was young, and he had not been a medical droid. At the time time, he had been fussy enough to be a mother hen without even realizing it, without even knowing what it meant. Yet Threepio had been cherished as a member of her staff and she could remember that day Anakin had presented him to her. Not as a gift, but as a friend to be taken care of.
But that soberness comes. For all the light, there is still a shadow with it all. His own dreams have led them down their path, visions just as of his mother. While she hadn't dismissed them exactly, Padmé hadn't understood, hadn't known, just where they would end up. She would never have thought to be out in space let alone on Mustafar, yet brick by brick, each piece had fallen in to place, until suddenly there was the picture and she wouldn't say that any one event brought her right there.]
It's not that, my love. Never that.
[A strength to her voice, because it has never been about deserving. With him, it has always felt right, as if she hadn't even realized a part of her was missing until he came striding in to her apartment beside Obi-Wan. It is a warm memory, that, of his words in all their awkwardness. He had grown, and yet there had still been that childishness to him, yet he had been endearing at the same time as frustrating in his attempt.
And she had denied it for so long, pushing him away and keeping it close to her heart, but already he had been in it, as illogical and ill-founded as it had been.]
You are the other part of me, and without you, I am not whole.