#nxbulaes

he    could     do     nothing     but     watch     her ,     observing     the     colours     of     the     sunset     dance     on     her     skin     as     she     faced     him .     between     the     beauty     of     the     sun     setting     and     her ,     he     would     always     choose     her .     padmé ,     his     love ,     his     life ,     his     wife .     his     arm     ached ,     the     absence     of     a     limb     still     affecting     him     profoundly .     he     ignored     it ,     extending     his     flesh     hand     to     grip     hers .     she     was     real     and     she     was     safe     in     his     arms .     he     ached     with     the     need     to     draw     her     into     the     house ,     to     envelop     her     fully     until     they     were     unrecognisable     as    two     separate     people .     anakin     and     padmé .     husband     and     wife .     just     to     think ,    a     short     while     ago     he     thought     he     may     lose     his     life     as     well     as     hers     but  here     they     were ,     together .     he     took     a     shuddering     breath ,     forehead     pressed     against     hers .     ‘     never     leave     me ,     padmé .     ’     was     his     final     plea     before     he     brushed     their     lips     together .

     ❝ padme... ❞        he softly spoke her name,    before frowning ever so slightly and turning his head to look at her.   swallowing the lump in his throat.      ❝ senator amidala... ❞        he corrected himself,  nodding his head in order to apologize to her for allowing her name to slip between his lips.   he stared at her for a moment;   his eyes falling to her lips,   not even realizing he was staring at them with pleading eyes.      ❝ ... um...  ❞

                                -- She was coming home. Padmé was coming home.                                    Truthfully, she felt guilty that she was excited. The                                     only reason her friend was returning was because                                     of the threats on her life. But it had been months since                                     she had last seen her.

                                     -- “Padmé !”

     he was sat in the diner of a town he didn’t know, faces unfamiliar, sun streaming through the rain stained windows, dancing upon the pages of his book. it was a hobby he’d accustomed to in the past few years, not only reading books, but annotating, doodling, highlighting quotes he loved, and scratching out those that made no sense. most of which brought back taunting memories of arguments, smashing glass, and slamming doors. but also of lazy mornings tangled in sheets, both refusing to acknowledge that either were awake, just so they could stay enveloped in each other for just a few moments longer. memories of terrible coffee, and dancing past each other in an apartment that only fit one, odd kisses given every now and then. to relive those moments - even in fiction - had become too difficult to comprehend.

               ADEPT    FINGERS      tinker   at   his   latest   project   ,    grease   painted   upon   his   skin   ,    covering   his   fingers   and   STAINING   his   robes.       concentration   beads   sweat   upon   his   face   ,   the   fashioned   droid    taken   apart   by   his   own   doing.     he   had   made   a   run   to   the   SCRAP   YARDS   once   more   ,    managed   to   find   an   intact    MOTIVATOR   to   improve   his   venture.  

                      he   doesn’t   notice   her   presence   ,    doesn’t   even   LOOK   UP    from   the   wires   and   coils   until    her   voice   rings   into   his   head.    it’s   a    MELODY  ,   sweet   chords   he   hasn’t   heard    in    YEARS  ,   but   ones   he’s   attempted   to   REPLICATE   in   his   mind.    --------------------     ‘    padme    !     ‘     and   he   is   fumbling  ,   his    DROID   falling   from   his   hands   ,   words   spewing   from   awkward   lips.      ‘    i   wasn’t    PREPARED   for   your   visit.    is  something   WRONG   ?     ‘

                       ❝ IF YOU’RE GOING to kill me, please do make it quick. ❞