[ the conclusion anakin and ahsoka have come to is not one she can share. realistically, padmé is aware of the possibility. she understands how difficult it would be to survive so long either out in the desert or trapped somewhere on the ship. but that is the extent. she recognizes how crazy she must sound, how desperately heartbroken. another mother begging for hint of her child.
her son is alive. she is sure of it. she would know were it otherwise. he is lost, and in need of being found, a task padmé will see through alone if need be. her faith in her children both is too strong to consider anything less.
…no less strong is her faith in their father.
without need to hide, they have no need to disguise their affection. no demand to limit their embraces. they reach for one another often. but padmé is not so naive as to believe that is the only reason why. time feels very short. he thinks he dies. she, pleading ignorance…does not dissuade him from it. she reaches for him again and again, as much to reassure herself that he is solid, he is with her, he will turn to her. often and more mustafar feels like some terrible nightmare, a moment so disconnected from everything she knows of the man she wed that it cannot possibly be real. padmé still cannot reconcile the two, though she sees hints more often. semblances that would have meant little once, and acquire teeth not unlike a threat.
this is not one. this is anakin asking for her. humbled and intimidated at once ( he still looks for her; she doesn't know the answers he needs ) her eyes flick from his eyes to his mouth. and she can no more turn him away than she can carve out what remains of her heart. in answer ( a promise ), her lips trace his. ]
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her son is alive. she is sure of it. she would know were it otherwise. he is lost, and in need of being found, a task padmé will see through alone if need be. her faith in her children both is too strong to consider anything less.
…no less strong is her faith in their father.
without need to hide, they have no need to disguise their affection. no demand to limit their embraces. they reach for one another often. but padmé is not so naive as to believe that is the only reason why. time feels very short. he thinks he dies. she, pleading ignorance…does not dissuade him from it. she reaches for him again and again, as much to reassure herself that he is solid, he is with her, he will turn to her. often and more mustafar feels like some terrible nightmare, a moment so disconnected from everything she knows of the man she wed that it cannot possibly be real. padmé still cannot reconcile the two, though she sees hints more often. semblances that would have meant little once, and acquire teeth not unlike a threat.
this is not one. this is anakin asking for her. humbled and intimidated at once ( he still looks for her; she doesn't know the answers he needs ) her eyes flick from his eyes to his mouth. and she can no more turn him away than she can carve out what remains of her heart. in answer ( a promise ), her lips trace his. ]