but mortality , girl , was always something you understood ( after all , who draws the blood ? who strikes
the kill ? who watches the light fade ? ) #dame
AND what did they expect ,
from a creature who thread wildflowers in her hair -
who woke to two suns ,
faithfully married . . .
that is not the kind of girl who
would give up on
love . . .
[ an au interpretation of padmé amidala , padawan to obi-wan kenobi , a deacon of #dame]
there's a moment of pure and unadulterated stillness and then the abrupt kindling of flame - dull , tired brown eyes thrust into blaze .
pale fingers edge towards the japor snippet that was cradled so preciously there against her pulse .
for now at least , there was just --
a subtle glance , conflicted irises drifting over to @adsumptivus - caressing every crevice and sharp line of such refined features , so very different to her own .
she tucks in a breath and forces herself to focus ,
focus ,
focus . . .
@MILITUSPOTENS -- completely . and that was all girl , not padawan .
dark lashes raise slowly , calmly , the hazy clouds of hazel eyes finding his own with a sharp incline of her head - sending a mess of curls aghast their against her shoulders .
" I know I should not be out . . . "
x @MILITUSPOTENS
anger . fear . stubborn inclinations , newfound , but not alien as they so should be .
she closes her eyes and SETTLES there upon the hardness of the ground , lightsaber a dull weight there AGAINST the curve of her hip .
there was a part of her that longed to-
@MILITUSPOTENS -- place had only been secured at anakin's persistence .
or worse still -
that she never simply rose before the others to practice there in the dawn ,
but to observe , to discover , to extort . . .
in this changing world of theirs she could not be still . not --