[ he bows his head and in that second, he wonders how she could love a man who she has to share with an old archaic order that pride itself on not knowing love. but he close his eyes and reaches for her ever steady presence in the force. it's unlike a jedi's in many ways; while the jedi - a jedi would feel like something close to white blinding light and a sense of peace, save for the turmoil of war and conflict, she is warmth and sings of belonging and home and an emptiness that nothing can possibly replace. because nothing could replace the children she misses.
she's strong, he knows she is. he sees his mother in her at times and marvels at the woman's strength. still, people break. they reach certain points when dignity is no longer enough, love is no longer enough. he's seen it even though his mother had shield it from him the best she can. when he whispers into her skin the same words she spoke to him, he hopes and hopes that his love will be enough.
anakin's thumbs brush away stray hairs on her face like he wanted to, brush away the wetness on her cheeks and smiles a tight smile through his own watery eyes. ]
I'm sure Luke will turn up. We'll [ ahsoka and him, them. anyone they can rope into looking for him ] keep an eye out for him.
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she's strong, he knows she is. he sees his mother in her at times and marvels at the woman's strength. still, people break. they reach certain points when dignity is no longer enough, love is no longer enough. he's seen it even though his mother had shield it from him the best she can. when he whispers into her skin the same words she spoke to him, he hopes and hopes that his love will be enough.
anakin's thumbs brush away stray hairs on her face like he wanted to, brush away the wetness on her cheeks and smiles a tight smile through his own watery eyes. ]
I'm sure Luke will turn up. We'll [ ahsoka and him, them. anyone they can rope into looking for him ] keep an eye out for him.