@LynnSkywalker
Subbed, btw!
Title subject to changgeee (maybe), depending on if we come up with anything better!
also this came out rather lon g, sorry if it's a smidge intimidating asdfgfdsd-
Also-also, i hope Ani doesn't seem (too) out of character sdfg- It's been a while, and I pretty much just have the wiki to rely on
This isn't ideal, but the outcome could've been much worse. For once, Anakin bit his tongue, and simply let the council pick and choose anyone but him for Senator Amidala's security detail. It had taken far too much willpower to not straight up demand that the council assign him as the Senator's chief security. The words "I am the only one who can protect her," rattle around in his hindbrain as he sweeps out of the council chambers.
Anakin makes a few detours and backtracks as he wanders the senate building's glassy halls, but eventually finds himself in a remote part of the building; a hallway offshoot from the Cloud Car landing area. Very out of the way and open enough so no one can sneak up and spy on them, but just loud enough so no one could overhear a conversation. That last bit is very important, all things considered.
He doesn't even have to wait a handful of minutes before Senator Amidala — Padme, he can call her Padme now that they're away from prying eyes — comes around a corner. He waits for her to approach, and takes her hands the second she's within reach.
Padme breathes heavily out of her nose, brows scrunched up in aggravation. "I still hate this."
Anakin suppresses a smile. "What? The secrecy, or the guards you'll have to slip by?"
Oh, he doesn't like that thought. A small part of him hopes they'll get caught sneaking back and forth, if only to keep her security detail on their toes and prepared to actually protect her.
His chest feels rather tight. When did breathing start to feel like a struggle?
Padme gives him a scathing little glare, but her fury clearly isn't directed at him. "They really just don't get it. I don't need protection, I need—"
Anakin cuts her off and envelopes her in a gentle, but tight embrace. He can't keep his hands from shaking as he rests his forehead against her's. Words fail him, worst-case-scenarios flashing through his mind's eye, one after the other and each more horrible than the last. Fear isn't becoming of a jedi — and his love doesn't even seem to be acquainted with the concept — but damnit all if he's not suddenly very afraid for her.
The silence prickles at the back of his neck like live electricity. Padme's own worry bleeds through, soaking into him and swirling with his own emotions. Which are his, and which are hers...? Mortal, powerless, "Only so much I can do," can't let her die, need to find a better way —
Padme wraps her arms around his shoulders, and the cascade of emotions and fear and everything else go out of focus. How is she always able to that? He stands there in her arms, letting the moment be. She's okay, right now. She's here, safe, with him.
All is well for a few long seconds, until something in the air catches his force senses. Anakin cracks open an eye.
He takes a sharp, steadying breath, and straightens up. "You need..." he casts a glance toward one of the many exit-entrance corridors, and untangles his arms from Padme's embrace. "To stay alive, if you want to help your people."
Padme's lips quirk into the tiniest frown as he takes a few polite steps away, before she gives him a solemn nod. "Thank you for accompanying me here, Master Skywalker."
Can never be too careful. Anakin blows a quiet raspberry and drops his voice to a whisper. "Really wish I kissed you a minute ago."
He breaks into a full smile as he watches Padme wrestle with a smirk. Oh, he wants to throw caution to the wind so badly, but his force senses snap at him again. Someone draws near, a feeling tells him — a shift in particles and force.
"You best go, Senator," Anakin bows, all business again. "The council is... probably losing their minds, since you slipped away unnoticed."
Padme actually snorts at that. "No doubt."
And with that, Padme turns and heads back from whence she came. She steals a glance over her shoulder at Anakin, only for a moment, before she focuses back on the corridor ahead. Then she's gone around the corner.
Now his chest is warm and fuzzy, while also physically aching with worry. Anakin puts his hands behind his back, resting them there as he focuses on who's approaching.
Another jedi. A familiar jedi.
Subbed, btw!
Title subject to changgeee (maybe), depending on if we come up with anything better!
also this came out rather lon g, sorry if it's a smidge intimidating asdfgfdsd-
Also-also, i hope Ani doesn't seem (too) out of character sdfg- It's been a while, and I pretty much just have the wiki to rely on
This isn't ideal, but the outcome could've been much worse. For once, Anakin bit his tongue, and simply let the council pick and choose anyone but him for Senator Amidala's security detail. It had taken far too much willpower to not straight up demand that the council assign him as the Senator's chief security. The words "I am the only one who can protect her," rattle around in his hindbrain as he sweeps out of the council chambers.
Anakin makes a few detours and backtracks as he wanders the senate building's glassy halls, but eventually finds himself in a remote part of the building; a hallway offshoot from the Cloud Car landing area. Very out of the way and open enough so no one can sneak up and spy on them, but just loud enough so no one could overhear a conversation. That last bit is very important, all things considered.
He doesn't even have to wait a handful of minutes before Senator Amidala — Padme, he can call her Padme now that they're away from prying eyes — comes around a corner. He waits for her to approach, and takes her hands the second she's within reach.
Padme breathes heavily out of her nose, brows scrunched up in aggravation. "I still hate this."
Anakin suppresses a smile. "What? The secrecy, or the guards you'll have to slip by?"
Oh, he doesn't like that thought. A small part of him hopes they'll get caught sneaking back and forth, if only to keep her security detail on their toes and prepared to actually protect her.
His chest feels rather tight. When did breathing start to feel like a struggle?
Padme gives him a scathing little glare, but her fury clearly isn't directed at him. "They really just don't get it. I don't need protection, I need—"
Anakin cuts her off and envelopes her in a gentle, but tight embrace. He can't keep his hands from shaking as he rests his forehead against her's. Words fail him, worst-case-scenarios flashing through his mind's eye, one after the other and each more horrible than the last. Fear isn't becoming of a jedi — and his love doesn't even seem to be acquainted with the concept — but damnit all if he's not suddenly very afraid for her.
The silence prickles at the back of his neck like live electricity. Padme's own worry bleeds through, soaking into him and swirling with his own emotions. Which are his, and which are hers...? Mortal, powerless, "Only so much I can do," can't let her die, need to find a better way —
Padme wraps her arms around his shoulders, and the cascade of emotions and fear and everything else go out of focus. How is she always able to that? He stands there in her arms, letting the moment be. She's okay, right now. She's here, safe, with him.
All is well for a few long seconds, until something in the air catches his force senses. Anakin cracks open an eye.
He takes a sharp, steadying breath, and straightens up. "You need..." he casts a glance toward one of the many exit-entrance corridors, and untangles his arms from Padme's embrace. "To stay alive, if you want to help your people."
Padme's lips quirk into the tiniest frown as he takes a few polite steps away, before she gives him a solemn nod. "Thank you for accompanying me here, Master Skywalker."
Can never be too careful. Anakin blows a quiet raspberry and drops his voice to a whisper. "Really wish I kissed you a minute ago."
He breaks into a full smile as he watches Padme wrestle with a smirk. Oh, he wants to throw caution to the wind so badly, but his force senses snap at him again. Someone draws near, a feeling tells him — a shift in particles and force.
"You best go, Senator," Anakin bows, all business again. "The council is... probably losing their minds, since you slipped away unnoticed."
Padme actually snorts at that. "No doubt."
And with that, Padme turns and heads back from whence she came. She steals a glance over her shoulder at Anakin, only for a moment, before she focuses back on the corridor ahead. Then she's gone around the corner.
Now his chest is warm and fuzzy, while also physically aching with worry. Anakin puts his hands behind his back, resting them there as he focuses on who's approaching.
Another jedi. A familiar jedi.