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SENTENCE PROMPTS | NOT ACCEPTING.

anakin was aware of her presence before she had the chance to speak.a wonder that he did, the energy in the mustafar air was primarily his, twisted, dark and entirely overwhelming. but every shadow needs a light to cast it, and she had always been brighter than the stars. the force had always made him more susceptible to sensing people, he could find her in a sea of billions. even now, his hardened heart skipped a beat at the mere sight of her. in the darkest places she had always grounded him, angelic radiance and warmth; an anchor that held him steady. but now he was too close to the sun. he wasn’t going to go gentle into his despair.

ironic, that someone so desperately afraid of death could be the catalyst in which it was delivered. personally, no less. but it all seemed so far away, unimportant. “ what are you doing here? it’s not safe. “ anakin’s voice unsteady, the softness he always regarded her with had an edge to it, provoking uneasiness. are those his hands reaching for her? gentle on her shoulders? he seemed miles away from his body. there was only red haze behind anakin’s eyes & a fire burning through his heart. the ashes it created replaced with detachment.

❛ Artoo! Artoo, hey, c’mon buddy. I said I was sorry. It was really short notice and you were in maintenance, ❜ Luke calls after the stubborn astromech currently barrelling down the corridor cussing through a series of beeps and trills. ❛ I’ll never do it again, promise. ❜

Shouting was doing nothing to stop the offended droid, however, so Luke took up a half-jog to try and keep up. Meanwhile, Artoo had no issue with ramming into the leg of a woman standing in the way of his huff. 

Platonic sentences (accepting)

Anakin looked across the table at his wife. To be fair, it was their first night out in a while since the twins had been born. “I think you’ve hand enough.” He said moving the glass of wine out of her reach on the table.