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      “ Hello Mrs. Skywalker, you look pretty nice.” 

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐘  𝐒𝐎  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇;  and  even  the  pain  that  it  did  manage  to  ease  was  only  a  physical  one.  The  emotional  turmoil  he  felt  day  to  day,  hour  to  hour,  minute  to  minute….  it  was  impossible  to  soothe.  No  one  in  the  galaxy  would  know  how  much  the  dark  lord  of  the  Sith  carried  with  him;  some  days  even  the  sheer  amount  truly  eluded  the  Sith  himself.  It  was  only  in  times  of  solitude  that  he  warred  with  himself  --  or  perhaps  better  worded  --  his  old  self.  His  forgotten  life.  Anakin  Skywalker’s  life.  He  had  not  meant  to,  but  his  mind  began  wandering  to  memories  he  thought  he  had  long  ago  vanquished.  Padmé….  He  let  out  a  slow  breath.  Did  he  dare  dive  deeper  into  those  memories?  He  shouldn’t.  He  couldn’t….  but  a  small  part  of  him,  hidden  away  by  all  the  anger  and  fury,  yearned  for  it.

‘  a  n  a  k  i  n  …  ‘

A  quickening  in  his  breath.  Had  he  imagined  that  voice?  Eyes  flashed  open  as  he  looked  around  the  meditation  chamber.  No  one,  as  it  should  be.  But  there  was  no  other  explanation  for  that  despised  name  to  be  heard  -  the  Sith  Lord  would  never  allow  himself  to  even  think  it.  But  that  voice…  so  sweet,  so  soft,  so  warm.  It  could  only  be  one…

‘  a  n  a  k  i  n  …  ‘

❝ Paa-chan! ❞ Kaguya beamed, easing the koto off from her lap to smooth her flowing, colorful robes. She rose in an elegant fashion, reaching over to grasp the slim fingers of her dearest friend. It has been so long since she’s last visited--prior to Kaguya’s recent swarm of suitors and the hazy storm of challenges that followed after. 

Lunarian was now peaceful, though armed, planet. One that she has thankfully unified through her friendships with Padme, as well as unifying the clans together while keeping to her most recent engagement to Mikado. In finally agreeing to the marriage, well, who better to talk to about her marriage then her dearest friend. 

@senatcrdala :\\ Father's Day Things; Request Only

                 Their child had been growing so fast.. not as fast as he had, but.. it didn’t feel like it had been a few years. Soft smile passed the man’s face, the greys of his eyes looking over his son before turning to his wife. Gentle arm around her, pulling both to him. Free hand went to little Echo’s cheek, rubbing some craft glue off. He wasn’t sure how he managed itto get it on his cheek, but such was the way of children, it had seemed. A gentle kiss pressed to the top of Echo’s head, a smile passed the man’s face as he shifted to press another one to Padame’s temple. He would admit.. he had been nervous about raising their son, but.. he wouldn’t have traded it for anything. To be here and raise their son.. To be with his family.. it was a blessing he wouldn’t waste.

                Fingers lightly brushed hair out of their little one's face, smile settled on his face. "Thank you both." Words soft in tone, another kiss being pressed to Padamé's head. "I love you." He never thought he'd have a family; if anything, he thought he would die in action at some point in his career. Yet here he was, retired with a family... people that he loved and who loved him in return... their son had traits... that reminded him of Padamé. Determined, learning to speak his mind when he was given the chance... smart. It made him happy to even be given the chance to live this way. Being a soldier had been a satisfying life, given purpose from the moment he was hatched. Defend the innocent people effected by the separatist attacks. Now that purpose was twisted by a man no one saw coming.

                His family gave him a new purpose. A chance to live a life without the constant fighting that often happened before his injury. He would never fight like that again... but he would be able to live as a father like he was now. His wife was so patient with him learning to do basic things they weren't taught when they were cadets. Careful fingers brushed her cheek, forehead moving to rest on her's. A hand moved to gently pull her closer, moment tender before he pulled back some to pull their little Echo into a hug with them. He couldn’t imagine life without them... they were his life. He worked hard, was doing everything he could to make sure they were okay. They were his life.

"𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐄...?"  The  name  slipped  past  her  lips  on  a  single  gasp  of  surprise,  before  Ahsoka  remembered  herself,  remembered  where  they  were.  Wrapped  as  she  was  in  the  dull  colors  of  a  heavy  travel  cloak,  there  was  still  a  𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚆  about  the  Senator  that  no  drab  disguise  could  dull,  an  aura  that  marked  her  distinctly  out  of  place  among  the  dregs  of  Coruscant.

With  a  quick  glance  to  either  side  of  the  alley,  she  led  them  back  into  the  closet  that  passed  for  her  little  dwelling,  the  place  she  tried  to  carve  out  a  new  existence  for  herself  repairing  odds  and  ends  for  the  denizens  of  the  lower  levels.  A  work  table,  occupied  by  a  half  finished  project,  dominated  most  available  space.  She'd  offer  her  guest  a  seat,  if  she  wasn't  too  busy  staring  at  the  first  familiar  face  she'd  seen  in  months.  Maybe  even  the  first  friendly  face.