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pspspspsps obi-wan portrayals interactions pspspspsps ⸺

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i could write pages and pages on how anakin's love overflows and spills everywhere and how he just doesn't know what to do with it all because it chokes him, drowns him, and how he has to give, always. he's a golden child, a sunshine boy quite literally; he radiates and has to radiate, to expand until inevitable collapse.

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SO BADLY SHE WISHES TO CUP HIS FACE IN THE PALM OF HER PALLID HANDS,      to kiss away each particle of ash that made home upon angered flesh.      he’s turned to an inferno,      flames coursing veins.      the warmth he once bore now simmering with something else,    something new.    she felt it.    a sudden shift,    like thorns piercing delicately into her side and she,      curving inward to absorb this jagged edge of secrecy.     not here  ( … )   —   but soon.

it’s an ache to find restraint.    the many moons of endless encumbrance with one another’s full-bodied immersion.    how these months have felt like lifetimes apart.    TIME LOST IN THE ABYSSAL VIOLENCE OF THE FABLED CLONE WAR.    that’s what they were calling it out there.   

the lines on his visage are newfound,    she notices.     open wounds to be kissed to recovery.    it’s how all focus fails to indulge those around her and instead,   drowns in the whole of him.    FOREVER UNCHANGING : SO IT SEEMED.    no time could erase pure adulation felt.  

❝       i trust you must be wearied.   lucky for you,    the senate has scheduled a celebration for the homecoming of jedi and the cease fire.   a victory to the republic and those who braved the battlefield.    of course,     there is plenty of time to find rest before it begins.    ❞     

a smile delivered,    she steps in closer.      voice a hushed tone,     it was barely a whisper,    but it broke the falsified tableau of control between them.

and for a brief juncture it was no longer senator amidala but the zeal of PADMÉ NABERRIE - SKYWALKER         ❝    i have missed you,   ani. .   ❞   

solar attraction, the kind of love that barely fits within ribcage. and it swells every time hibiscus petals part to form syllables, it expands every time crystal voice articulates and dies somewhere in space between. a love enough to light him on fire and set him ablaze right here, indifferent to foreign gazes. mechanical digits tangle in mahogany robe fabric to silence visceral need to reach for warmth nested within her palm  ⸺ just a little longer, just a little.

but whispered confession almost brings him to his knees, already weakened perseverance faltering like shivery candle flame under sudden exhaled sigh. something twists and sinks and floats and uprises inside, right where beating heart rests. 

❛ if only you knew how much  ⸺  . ❜ 

words and voice die in his throat, choking and lungs swimming with everything unsaid, a blast of refulgence. amber gaze tears from her adorned silhouette to wander onto dispersing crowd, sentences and compliments echoing through marble walls and sculpted columns. 

and steps are soon followed albeit slower, edges of linen cloak waltzing and brushing ankles as distance ever so lazily increased between couple and marching congregation. yet another precaution, yet another measure to ensure the preservation of their carefully crafted illusion. 

❛  not a day went by without me thinking of you. ❜  

and if words were barely a murmur, pools of copper still carried meaning with utter ardency.

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she’d rather be somewhere else. those were the kind of thoughts which have been going inside of her mind ever since she arrived at the gala, one in which senators from across the galaxy ( as part of the galactic republic ) came to discuss. and padme … well, while she never minded such event, always happy about getting dressed, do some social – mostly with those she was already close to, yet a smile would remain on her face even when it was questions of her having to deal with foreign planets, all in the name of naboo, but tonight … her head wasn’t into it. and the presence of the jedi ; commonly one named anakin skywalker wasn’t helping her much. she didn’t know what it was, but it felt as if there was way too many people, so much so that her head was beginning to turn. she felt dizzy, just like she did in the morning. maybe coming here truly wasn’t her greatest idea. senator amidala believed though that she could pull through, she was strong … usually. able to withstand pain ( to a certain degree ) but it was getting  a little too much for her liking. with quicker step, hoping it would go unnoticed, the woman walked over towards one of the cushions and sat down upon it. there. breathe in. breathe in. it was going to be okay.

an almost imperceptible shift, at first. an anomaly, tugging at the very fabric of his being. gaze lingers onto lace and pearls adorned silhouette right before him, noticing sublte tension down her neck to her porcelain shoulders, stiffness in the arch of her back. at the very center of kaleidoscopic turmoil, jade hues and obscene gold, chromaticities melting and swirling in a bewildering tumult ⸺ plastene smiles and fabricated congratulations, showers of artificiality traded around crystal glasses. stars, sometimes he wondered how she could endure such torturous routine. but as much as she shared traits with the divine in his eyes, more radiant than any treasure known by all the kings of worlds not yet born – every entity had its limits (her soul included).

❛ are you alright? ❜

concern tinted words quietly escaping parted brims, murmured like a confidence, feather-like. the urge to touch her was strong as ever, transcending carefully laid precautions and unspoken rules – flames of consuming guilt already licking edges of restless conscience (poison-laced collation? venin-woven cocktail?). broad cloaked figure soon masks instant of weakness to curious eyes, pools of amber searching for reassurance within her own.

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↳ Anakin Skywalker appreciation: 3/∞

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replies in a few hours, hopefully!

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feeling sick, i'll be lurking on discord and/or try to get some rest. feel free to add me as long as we are mutuals here : NOTROD!#2258

please bare with me!

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&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  fluffy  dialogue  prompts  so  soft,  so  sweet,  just  for  you!  )

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜

❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜

❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜

❛ it’s better with you here. ❜

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜

❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜

❛ i knew you would be here. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜

❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜

❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜

❛ is that my shirt? ❜

❛ this is a good look for you. ❜

❛ pinky promise? ❜

❛ c’mere, you. ❜

❛ honey, i’m home! ❜

❛ you remembered? ❜

❛ you’re my family too. ❜

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜

❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜

❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜

❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜

❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜

❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜

❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜

❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜

❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜

❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜

❛ you feel like home to me. ❜

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# @griefmet said : "i'm not leaving you here."

❛ with all due respect, master, yes you are. ❜

cybernetic hand was nothing but exposed components, weak murmur of electricity sizzling at its destroyed end. a heavy rain of blaster salvos, waterfalls of blue ﹠. red, and here he was, drowning somewhere in the crossfire. and as much as he was a talented and skilled swordsman, it was not looking good, especially with one of his two hands completely useless. upraised blade waltzes to swat bolts back at the numerous sentry droids surrounding him, voice raising once more into his wrist comm to his master's attention.

❛ i'll hold them off, you go get that hyperwave transceiver.❜

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# @negotiant asked : "is there something i should know?"

at times, he felt like that desert child again. especially when his master would look at him just like he was looking at him right now, with this tone in his voice, this look in his eyes. edges of mahogany cape enveloped silhouette as hologram transmission faded, bronze irises meeting obi-wan's gaze.

❛ the chancellor only wanted to hear from us, since our communication systems have been damaged on rodia. ❜

[ ⸺ was it really considered 'lying' if only half of the truth was revealed? ]

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it tasted like ashes in his mouth, cinders sitting on the back of his tongue. the war -- oh, it fits him, mighty horseman of the apocalypse. sky-walker, light-bringer, dawn-breaker. the golden child -- radiance beckoning like a hearthfire; eyes the colour of the calmest skies but gaze scorching like the archangel's avenging blade. the chosen one -- setting fire to the very soil she was seeking to bathe with tranquil waters, sparking infernos that would burn eternally, conjuring magma and storms that could level entire fields -- all in the name of peace. 

an embodied contradiction, he was. a breathing negation. a living duality, there, standing in military shuttle, drowning in heavy stillness and all too loud silence, somewhere above coruscant buzzing avenues. has it always been so quiet? throat swimming with foreign tranquility, choking on poison and rotting there. how could one flourish in chaos and despise tranquility?

but he was nothing but an angel cast in shadow as he stepped down onto immaculate marble; robes waltzing around him, his hair dirtier, his skin greyer, diminished but still glowing. exhaustion lingering, subtle hollowness, and yet. feed the beast and it shall thrive. and it roars, it roars, until —

❛ padmé. ❜ [it was almost 'senator'.]

white noise, cutting slow annihilation asunder, swallowing him whole. oh, he could just stay there, armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at him, fall on his knees and kiss her feet, begging for another sip of the divine, begging to hold her, smudging their edges; fleshed petals and –

❛ a very much awaited return. and i have you to thank for it, i believe. ❜

and he is whole again.

ONE FOOT DANGLED IN PEACE,    THE OTHER MEDDLING IN THE FLAMES OF WAR.      perhaps the first step was better than standing in still waters;   invoking waves to create a ripple to an end of this unsaintly warfare.        that is where she stand   :     in the midst of the two,      battling for both sides to result in diplomacy.      how long had she been sitting in her office?    fingers nearly numb,      throat dried from seemingly no - end negotiations.  exhaustion due to no easy feat.    tired was unfathomably far from the restless she had truly been.     

and in the end, a ceasefire had been agreed upon.    two feet now stood in the water of this war .  .  . until swept off them again,     diving head first into the battlement for peace.    a hopeful heart that this may be the first,   of undoubtedly many,   steps to a final conclusion.

with this fleeting halt    —   the homecoming of jedi ensued   (   for the time being.   )   there she stood as welcoming senate;     delivering ovation to those fortunate enough to return home and paying respects to those who didn’t.     one in particular seared at the core of her heart with a vigor in the depths of her silently restive being.    ANAKIN.   

❝       anakin,      ❞      a formal greeting delivered upon her concealed beloved as watchful eyes were a plenty.   singular hand encroaching from the overhanging sleeve from just one of her many formally appointed attire.     ❝      welcome home.      ❞   

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absolutely exhausted, i'll write a reply or two before immediately heading to bed. please bare with me!

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𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭  \  sentence starter pack,  i.  feel free to change wording  \  pronouns as you see fit. 

don’t go. 

please, don’t go. 

it hurts. 

this hurts. 

we can’t be friends. 

you shouldn’t be here. 

stay here with me. 

it doesn’t feel like you care. 

i can’t feel your heart. 

i’m so alone. 

i need you here, with me. 

there’s nothing left. 

we’re up in flames, the both of us. 

it all comes crashing down. 

i don’t know what to do. 

you won’t go with me? 

why don’t you stay here? 

i’m going alone.

my heart’s broken. 

they broke your heart. 

where did this come from? 

how did you get this scar? 

who is {name}? 

what are you saying? 

i shouldn’t have come here. 

it’s like we’ve become strangers. 

who hurt you? 

who did this to you? 

please, don’t ignore me.

please, say something. 

is there something i should know?

i’m not leaving you here. 

you can’t do this to me. 

after all that we’ve been through… 

there’s something you need to know. 

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I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way. I gave shape to my fears and made excuses. I varied my velocities, watched myselves sleep. Something's not right about what I'm doing but I'm still doing it-- living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. Everything happens for a reason.

* PAACIFIST ⸻ an independent galen walton erso portrayal of star wars, heavily headcanon based. influences from movies, novels ﹠. comics. mature themes. please read guidelines before interacting. est. 2022. of vik's hand. she/they. 23 yo.

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i know i didn't create another blog. and i also know i'm not about to create a third one. and i definitely didn't watch rogue one yet again.

currently re-reading catalyst ...

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currently re-reading catalyst ...