[ he could almost see the wheels turn in her head, her eyes move as if considering the worth. his worth. and only when she deemed it acceptable does she leans in, and he close his eyes and press his relief - at being loved still, being wanted - into her.
he know it's not true; she wasn't eyeing him like a slave, and her a master. she loves him, simply. he feels it, as much as he feels her lips against his. but he almost breaks away when the thought of losing her, losing this because of his old friend, his kindly father figure outside of the jedi. he loses what time he had with his son, the daughter he'll never meet. his chest tightens and his breath becomes short. he pulls back, a half step away from her and half a sob comes from him.
he is the most talented jedi of his generation and he feels powerless without his jedi tricks, his lightsaber. without a war to distract him from his eventual loses. ]
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he know it's not true; she wasn't eyeing him like a slave, and her a master. she loves him, simply. he feels it, as much as he feels her lips against his. but he almost breaks away when the thought of losing her, losing this because of his old friend, his kindly father figure outside of the jedi. he loses what time he had with his son, the daughter he'll never meet. his chest tightens and his breath becomes short. he pulls back, a half step away from her and half a sob comes from him.
he is the most talented jedi of his generation and he feels powerless without his jedi tricks, his lightsaber. without a war to distract him from his eventual loses. ]
Padmé. [ he says her name softly. there's a plead caught between saying her name and the next kiss he frantically press on her lips. forgive me becomes a mantra in his head, he doesn't dare to voice it yet. he can pulls her close, wrapping himself around her. ]