@painakin : picks her up and spins her around while laughing
𝑷𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑺 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻, serena waits for him – her heart is ever waiting for him, looking out on the horizon for his ship. he’s the hero without fear, the general, the chosen one; 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫. who is she ? just a little rose in the big wide galaxy, but she is his little flower, and that’s all that’s important in this world, or any other world. she is his, & he is hers, and that is the beginning & ending of everything.
she knows he’s coming from his transmission, and by the time his vessel has landed her feet are already bounding across the long landing strip, flowers seeming to bloom with every step that brings her closer to him.
anakin is prepared for her, his strong arms already wide and open for her to fling herself into. this is the one place they don’t have to hide, that she can embrace him in the vast open space like lovers on valentine’s day. time plays like a soft adagio as anakin’s hands find her waist & pull her up, up, and it almost feels like flying.
❝ ani !! ❞ giggles like little bells tumble from her bubblegum lips, in melody with his own laughter. she rattles & shakes with the weight of this love, and it is ! i love you, i love you – the strings on this harlequin doll always snap and break when she touches his skin; this love is private, perhaps the only thing in serena’s life that isn’t orchestrated, polished and perfect.
𝚘𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. fair & handsome, with war in his eyes for anyone but her; for her, he is the soft sunshine on her skin, or gentle waves lapping at her feet.
serena wishes she could embed herself in his arms, against his chest like a golden tattoo – but this is as close as it gets, tightly wrapped against him with her skirts riding up her legs so she can close them around his waist.
she knows her feet will not touch the ground until he's forced to leave again.
