The boy was too old to start the training…

Hold me, like you did by the lake on Naboo; so long ago when there was nothing but our love. No politics, no plotting, no war.

“Senator Amidala.” Anakin grinned as he bowed his head in respect, waiting for Obi-Wan and the others to disappear out of sight. “It is always a pleasure to see you again.”

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too far sister why

[whispers] you started it

children please

I now have the saddest headcanon that Bail died believing he had failed Padme.

I shouldn’t have done that. It’s not the Jedi way.

I will love you.

(..) She was so beautiful, so regal, but seeing her like this, he couldn’t help but frown. This was not his Padmé. This was Amidala, the ruler, the diplomat. (..) He wished he could see her real face, the one beneath the ceremonial paint. He wished that her long brown hair was free of its binds, out of the headpiece, free to cascade down her back and glisten in the sun naturally. He longed to see her smile, to see joy shining in her eyes, not having to be muted due to the solemnity of the ceremony. But Vader knew what this woman could be when given the opportunity. He had seen her at her best, at her worst, and knew that there was so much more to her than what she allowed the galaxy to see. She was so much lovelier than any of them knew. He knew how she could move, how she could sound, the picture of her gorgeous body lying under him. No one in the galaxy knew her that way he knew her. (..) It was so strange, how they had come together. They were so different from one another, different in nearly every conceivable way. It was reflected quite nicely at the moment in their chosen attire: black and white. Darkness and Light. Did she know how much pain she was causing him, he wondered? Did she understand all that he had done for her? Was willing to do for her? Did she understand what she was doing to him? Dark eyes suddenly turned towards him, and it was only then that Vader realized he had been obviously staring down at her. Somehow she seemed to know where his eyes were, even through the mask. They stared at one another in silence, both behind their mask. A sudden spark was created between them, seeming to draw them closer together. (..) Through their mental link, Vader knew she had felt some of what he’s just been feeling. She knew him better than anyone, but she did not know enough. There was so much more he could tell her, so much more he should tell her, he wanted to… “Padmé,” he wishpered, watching as her chest began to heave and her lips part ever so slightly. “I—”

she was very beautiful. kind, but sad.  

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