❝ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you. ❞
02. RICHARD SILKEN [accepting]
“so tell me anyway,” she whispers, tucked against his side. “the only secrets we have are the ones we choose to keep.” padmé is a particular brand of tired, spent but happy, and anakin rests heavily on obi-wan’s other side. his arm is splayed over his master’s chest and there’s the familiar, and comforting lull of his sleeping breath.
they fly in the face of too many rules to worry about secrets now. one misspoken word in the wrong company and the walls will come crumbling. yet, she doesn’t mind. not if it means there’s some semblance of refuge in the middle of this long suffering storm. she feels as though she watched anakin march to war still half a boy and come back a man. with that man had been emotions and heart ache and things she didn’t know she hadn’t had. obi-wan completes their bed, rather than serve as a post-thought.
her fingers reach out and runs middle finger against the bridge of the jedi master’s nose. her entire hand comes to brush against his eyelids, her touch light as a feather on his cheeks. she moves from the crook of his neck, pulls herself up, nightgown shifting, so that she may press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “it’ll be okay. even if you can’t though. i don’t mind. i have trust you, obi-wan,” she promises, soft as the night is dark around them.
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