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shes hesitant to place a hand upon him, she watches his figure rise a fall with the quickness of his breath. the time? it didn’t matter, time was frozen in the night when they were together. the only time there would be no interruptions or scheduled meetings. night time had become her favourite. but lately, along with the nightmares, he had become … distance.
“ speak to me anakin. —————– “ her voice is low and shaken, like a child asking to crawl in to it’s parents bed after a nightmare. this was her nightmare and her only comfort was him but now he seems like a far away star .. burning too bright to touch. “ … talk to me, say something. “
How badly he hates to plague her with these things; how desperate he is to rid himself of the nightmares. Master Yoda tells him not to worry, to let death occur naturally, and not mourn. Anakin cannot accept that. He’s already lost so much. He knows, deep in his heart, that these attachments make him an awful Jedi - that he’s broken the Code far too many times, now, that that may be the reason the Council refuses him the rank of Master. But he cannot help his heart.
“I’m sorry,” he finally whispers, eyes closed. He hates to hurt her in the way he knows he is. “Just go back to sleep, it’ll be alright in the morning.” Pushing some of his hair back from his face where it was matted with sweat, he takes a deep breath, looking over at her. Moving his hand to graze over her cheek, he gives her a soft smile. “You look so beautiful in the moonlight.” Though it wasn’t really moonlight - just the lights of Coruscant at night - he ignores that for the sake of poetic diction.














