Padmé Amidala.

starter | timeline: 21 b.b.y | muses accepted: any. | age: 18+.

my character: Padmé Naberrie Amidala.

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Coruscant seemed utterly silent that night, the invisible streets in the sky were almost empty except for a few speeders going back home from work — or the Maker only knew where. Padmé sat right by the window, admiring the starry sight that brightened space, before standing slowly with a low sight that seemed useful enough to relief whatever was going on in her mind, a bit at least. “Is everything alright, Mistress Amidala?” Threepio’s voice broke through the silence, making the woman suddenly snap back to reality. With a gentle expression while her eyes spoke with uncertainty, she gazed at him before looking back outside the window. “Anakin had been acting distant lately. It worries me.” Padmé admitted softly, her features hardened slightly in turmoil. Anakin had always been secretive when it came to out his emotions — however, lately, it only seemed to worsen.

“Perhaps Master Anakin is simply too involved in his work, I am sure nothing serious had happened. Rest assured, Mistress Amidala.” the droid’s voice, somehow, held a reassuring tone to it, even through all the coding and inalive protocols. “Overthinking, you say?” Padmé’s head turned slightly to look back at C3-PO, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Tiredness, maybe. You should rest, Miss. Your pregnancy status needs sleep. With your permission,” the droid concluded, bending in a mechanical way before disappearing out of the bedroom with a funky walk. Padmé sighed once again, her figure slowly making steps to walk out the bedroom and into the wide balcony it had. The wind brushed through her curls gently as she bent over the railing, her chin in the palm of her hand.

Those words resonated in her head, as if they were banging on the doors of its memory so they could open up and reveal old reminiscences. Padmé’s breath hitched slightly while a wave of nostalgia washed over her, making her smile sweetly. It had been so long, too long, ever since Sabé brushed her hair. Her new handmaidens did it daily, but it clearly wasn’t the same. The closeness she had with her old ones was unique, a relationship that could be almost called close friends — at least, with some of them. And surely, Sabé was one of those.

With her legs crossed on the mattress, Padmé glimpsed towards a dressing table settled in the corner of her bedroom. “Come,” Her voice was soft, delicate and even filled with a bit of anticipation. She made her way towards the vanity, her steps utterly quiet upon the floor’s moquette. Once sat at the fancy table, her hands freed her curls from the restraints of a hair claw and settled it away neatly. A discussion with Anakin would’ve been waiting her the morning after, probably because of his jealousy or something along the lines — but Padmé couldn’t bring herself to care in that moment. She felt like a young teen again, to when she was surrounded by those who fended for her.

Padmé’s eyes drifted from the window, letting go from admiring the beautiful scape of Coruscant to gaze at an even more breathtaking sight — Anakin. She admired him from her spot, one arm crossed over her chest while the hand of the other sustained her chin. However her maroon orbs had that usual look in them, the one whenever something tugged at her heart. “Yeah, I know.” Padmé’s voice was barely above a whisper, threatening to crack at any moment. A little exhale of disappointment in herself, in what they were becoming, flew out of her mouth. She knew that he was right, that maybe it would’ve been better to part ways and separate from each other for a bit.

Sometimes love wasn’t enough for a relationship to sustain itself and even if Padmé never believed in that statement, her relationship was a clear sign of how truthful it actually was. Slowly, and after moments of tense silence, she took a few steps towards him. The sound of her low heels echoed off the open veranda, falling directly on the streets of the city below. “But I can’t. You are asking me for a day or two away from the Senate, from helping the Galaxy and stopping this war.” Padmé began again, sounding almost stern. She was unable to contain her emotions when it came to her job or caring about others, and Anakin grew to understand that with time. “I can’t go back on Naboo, not now. Not even for a few days.”

“ I’ve got my eye on you. ”

muse: padmé amidala, faceclaim: natalie portman.

“I wish they could experience the love and warmth of their parents…real parents. I would’ve given anything to see my twins grow up.”

“This is a hard question now, let me think…his eyes, surely. And oh, how can I forget those sandy, curly hair? I am completely in awe of his sarcasm a lot, too. The way he makes me laugh…”

“And you…you look like how I imagined my daughter to look like.”