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@fauxamidala
❝ we are brave, your highness. ❞
independent, dash only, selective sabé of star wars. sideblog, follows back from sithdestined. headcanon, novels, and comics inspired. minors & antis dni. decoyed by megan, thirty-two, she/her. carrd. affiliated with dormé @ofthclight.
DRESSING A GALAXY: Moteé’s Senate Outfit, Revenge of the Sith
“The lilac-velvet pinafore has shoestring straps and is worn over a crinkle-silk blouse with collar made from bias-cut chiffon ribbon strips with hand-beaded edges.“ ♕
Sabé's Black Decoy Dress Requested by Anonymous
ATONEMENT (2007)
It was never meant to be read.
It's not that Sabé dislikes Anakin. She's fond of him, would defend him physically and verbally against shit talkers, but she's also deeply in love with Padmé and sometimes a little of that colors the way she interacts with him. She respects him, doesn't wish him harm, mourns his death and tries to avenge him, but she'll always be a little jealous.
Jedi Sabé had a blue lightsaber which she constructed as a padawan, though during a mission to Hurikane with her master, she was gifted a rare hurrikane crystal which made her saber purple in color. The only other person to have this honor was Mace Windu. I haven't decided who her master was but Sabé was very skilled at many of the Jedi studies and arts and excelled especially in recon, data collection, infiltration, and high risk, high reward missions. She was always prepared to fight but never looked for one. She was not as balanced in the force as her master would have liked and could be hot headed and stubborn but she never felt a call to the dark side and never felt tempted to leave the order the way Anakin did. She survived Order 66 only because she was away with only four or five clone troopers when it occurred while her master was with the rest. Her master was killed and Sabë went into hiding. As soon as she was able, she joined the first hints of a rebellion against the Empire.
padmé blogs....where art thou.....
inevitability
Richard Siken // Anna Belle Kaufman, "Cold Solace" // Ada Limón, "Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds"
In a specifically Kenobi AU, Sabé becomes a member of House Organa. No one really knows what her main function is - she's a little bit of everything. She helps with security and with Leia on the surface but is actually an agent for the rebellion. She was once the hand of Senator Amidala and her allegiance remains there, and is thus extended to Bail Organa and his family. She spent many of the years after Padmé's death (and the murder of Anakin Skywalker) investigating it but it's not her primary mission any longer, having found out all she thinks can be found. Unaware that Anakin is Vader, Sabé has been a bodyguard and tutor for little Leia since she was a baby and her role in this capacity continues. When Leia is taken, she is off world and not reachable, so Bail turns to Obi-Wan, for his specific skills. She finds out later and for most threads, will be on Jabiim (assuming they get there). This is where most Kenobi threads will pick up (depending on how the next episode unfolds). When Leia remembers her mother from when she was young, she's actually remembering Sabé. Upon first seeing Sabé, it would not be unrealistic for people to think they are looking at the ghost of Queen Amidala.
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there’s no argument to be made against the fact that sabé knows best . she’s been with padmé the longest . she’s been padmé , to an extend . the two of them are like opposite limbs , always in tandem , always connected to the other . sabé being here brings a peace and a stability that she’s not entirely sure the other woman notices . but as someone charged with maintaining every little bit of padmé’s carefully crafted schedule , life , and secrets — it’s something dormé finds herself infinitely appreciative of . she allows herself to relax , sitting on the opposite cushion as she takes the drink . sabé has a point , but dormé frowns slightly as she makes it , always carefully walking the line between decorum and bluntness . she chooses her battles carefully , and choosing one involving padmé is always an endeavor .
❝ we could involve him , ❞ she takes a sip of her water , attempting to hide the slight look of amusement that flits across her face as she watches sabé’s reaction . she’s not entirely sure what lies between the former queen and her former decoy , but the love there has always been deeper than anything she’s understood . and she knows with certainty that anakin and sabé haven’t always been on the most solid footing . ❝ if we wish for her to see reason and to use a bit more restraint , that is . she’ll listen . ❞ or perhaps it will have the opposite effect . it’s a risky move , and it involves exploiting something that dormé considers sacred .
everything about the senator is a carefully crafted art piece . from the clothing that she wears to the words that she speaks to the way she holds herself in a room . the handmaidens ensure it . she herself ensures it , with carefully plotted schedules and rigorous research on anyone that the senator comes into contact with . this apartment itself is essentially a front , with nothing personal lining its walls , no amount of homeliness to it . amidala herself is an act , and as troublesome as padmé’s secrets can sometimes be , they’re her own . the only thing she has . ❝ she’s losing herself , a bit . ❞ dormé’s voice is soft , her words careful as she speaks . ❝ she keeps thinking that things will be different after the war , when the conflict settles . but i hardly believe that’s possible . ❞ padmé has crafted herself a tangled web , and even with her eye for detail , dormé sometimes struggles to follow it . it’s only a matter of time before the pieces start to fall . ❝ it will , ❞ she finally states , expression softening . ❝ you always do . ❞ and as for the latter question , she gives a gentle laugh , as if the answer is obvious within itself . ❝ i’ll have moteé fetch something . ❞
involving anakin? oh, dear. it’s not her first choice for various reasons, not least among them that it shouldn’t take involving him to convince padmé that she needs to take some time off. and if they did, he would undoubtedly want to be the recipient of the time spent during that short time and sabe has only just returned and perhaps she’s hesitant to surrender that potential time of her own to the husband of her beloved friend. the truth is, she’d like to spend some time with padmé. it’s not something she asks for - what is required of her is not to ask for things, but to anticipate needs and react accordingly, before padmé even has to inquire. and it is dormé and the others who see to keeping her happy day to day, as well as managing everything that being senator amidala entails. they are all a finely oiled machine, and each is a cog in the sequence. anakin is adjacent, never having given his life in service of anything, not really. it’s evident by the fact that the jedi require him to never marry, and yet here they are.
he can’t understand the devotion that padmé commands, even if he is devoted to her. her smile tightens and she looks away, finishing her drink. “only if she has time. i know a place that delivers.” she’s ruminating in the rest of what dormé has said, allowing it to settle around her. things going back to the way they were? probably never. and padmé had to know that. everything was changing now, whether they liked it or not. holding onto the way things had been, refusing to adapt, it would do none of them any favors. she takes a seat on the couch and tilts her head thoughtfully. “and do you think it will end? the war? every time we get close to some kind of resolution, it’s one step forward, two steps back. i don’t think she knows how to be anything else other than what she is now. sister, wife, aunt, daughter. she’s traded it all to fight for something it seems only half the senate wants anyway. and what will there be for you? if she were to retire, what would be next?” she doesn’t like to think about it for herself. perhaps she’d go home, to naboo. but she’s a restless, wandering spirit now and much like her lady, she is too used to fighting.
an abundance of anna karenina gifs (2/??)
SW Favorite Character Appreciation Week ∟ Day 1 - the moment you fell in love with your character
“We are your humble servants…our fate is in your hands.”
Just a reminder that Sabé was in love with Padmé!!!!
everyone be like: “make a vader show with hayden” and “thank god lucas casted joel edgerton for uncle owen so now that we can use his talent again” BUT EXCUSE ME WHERE IS MY SABÉ APPRECIATION??? KEIRA KNIGHTLEY IS RIGHT THERE
you know sabé??? the legend. the icon. who was picked up from music school by secret service and “sure, i’ll be the queens double” and then she did it so convincingly that even trained jedi believed her. who told padmé to “clean up the droid.” who was trained badass. friend of the queen and senator. secretly investigating her death because of a hunch. you know, sabé, who when meeting vader said: “i am padmé amidala….back from the dead to haunt you to your grave.” and then proceeded to shoot at him. AND THEN she joined crimson dawn???
that sabé?????? WHERE IS HER SHOW HUH?
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❝ well she is stronger than the rest of us , ❞ humor laces the brunette’s tone as she stands beside sabé , easily falling into rank . she’s always hailed sabé as something of their leader . she was , after all , the one who was with padmé the longest . the one who is still with her . when she’s home , things are always smoother . less tense . they’re at their best . it was something that dormé never fully understood until she joined the handmaidens . devotion , she understood . but it was easy to be devoted to someone like the senator . she was kind , fierce , and she cared genuinely and deeply . but the thing that struck her the most was how quickly the rest of them fell together . they moved like a singular unit , knowing and compensating for one another's’ strengths and weaknesses as if it was easy as breathing . they were a well oiled machine , and when sabé was around , they moved with practiced perfection .
❝ tatooine , ❞ the surprise is laced with pity . she can think of only about a hundred other systems that she would prefer . tatooine is nothing but sand and the very worst that their kind has to offer . ❝ isn’t that where the jedi was from ? ❞ her arrival was after the queen’s quest with the jedi , but the stories lasted far beyond her time on tatooine . ❝ well some things never change . the hutts will probably be in power long after the rest of us are dead . ❞ dormé steps into the suite after sabé , locking the door behind her . ❝ accompanying the senator . we figured it best , given the recent threats . ❞ there’s the slightest bit of hesitation in her tone before she continues , standing a bit taller and giving sabé a more serious look . ❝ they’re getting more frequent . the threats . and she’s growing more reckless . i fear her attachment to us makes her more prone to… involving herself where she shouldn’t . ❞ it’s their job to protect her , not the other way around . but padmé is not the type to be easily persuaded . then again , very few of them would dare going against sabé on such an issue . ❝ i’m hoping you can help her see reason . and to perhaps give cordé a bit of a reprieve . ❞
the jedi. anakin skywalker. the husband. “yes, he was. i doubt he’s been there in some time though, which makes one of us. i don’t think it’s the kind of place you miss,” she shrugs. she sits down to take off her boots, intent on making herself comfortable, since it’s going to be a while until either of them can speak with the senator. she’s been travelling in the dust and heat for several hours and isn’t sure she’ll ever have a long enough shower to feel truly clean. as dormé speaks, she raises an eyebrow. “well, i’m afraid i’m not a miracle worker, dormé,” sabé teases despite the seriousness of the request, as she unclips her blaster and utility belt and sets them down on a side table. the apartment is pristine as ever, hardly appearing lived in, which was mostly because padmé didn’t live in it the way most people did. it was beautiful, yes, but it didn’t hold much by the way of decorations and sentimental collectables, unless one counted the shiraya statues.
it is a house but less of a home, especially considering that most of her time was spent elsewhere. it was nothing like the lake house on naboo or her family home in theed, which was a pity really, because she knew how much padmé liked it there. perhaps one day more would fill the space than sparse interior design. looking back at dormé, sabé’s expression changes into something more somber, the smile fading. “it’s that bad, is it? once upon a time, i didn’t question her either. but someone has to, at some point.” she moves into the kitchen, knowing her voice will carry. she finds something to drink and pours herself a glass, setting another out for dormé. it’s not like padmé will mind if they raid her fridge and she’s rather hungry from her travels. taking a sip, sabé thinks for a moment, before she speaks. “she might have been a child queen and now she’s a senator but she’s human, she makes mistakes. not often, but she does. you don’t need one of those mistakes to cost someone their lives. if you have something you wish to discuss with her, you should know by now that you can. she’s reasonable. she would never ask cordé to do anything she wasn’t willing to do herself. she’s hard headed and stubborn but the last thing she wants is for any of you to be hurt because of her.”
privately, sabé believes it has more to do with the stagnation in the senate, the lack of direct action by those padmé works along side, and the need to do something, anything to make a difference. but that’s sabe’s job, isn’t it? to do the things padmé can’t, to go where she can’t go. perhaps she’s been away for too long. perhaps she needs to consider staying on coruscant for a while longer than just a few days. and if nothing else, she can certainly try and remind padmé that martyrdom isn’t what the galaxy needs. dormé doesn’t need to be reminded of the stresses and dangers of padmé’s job - she’s there with her everyday while sabé is off planet, doing whatever needs to be done. there is always a gnawing pang of guilt that she should be with her, doing more, by her side. but that time is passed and she has cordé and moteé and dormé now, presuming none of them are injured or killed. “if you think it will help,” sabé says warmly. “now...are you hungry? because i am.”
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She has spent so much time worried over the fates of the misfortunate . Wondering how they do it . Survive day in and day out in such horrid circumstances , how they find meaning in each day . How a woman could lose a child and a husband and still continue to move forward , to breathe , to exist . She does not need to wonder now . Alderaan is peaceful . Beautiful . In so many ways , it reminds her of Naboo . And Bail is as dear a friend as any . Leia will be safe here . She will be happy . And most importantly , she will know nothing of the circumstances of her birth . Nor her parents . But as rational as the decision is , it feels as if she’s being torn in two . Three . Four . For one part of her heart is across the Galaxy , sheltered safely on Tatooine . Another is here , on Alderaan . And another burned on Mustafar and was taken over by a monster .
Padmé nods mutely at Sabé’s words . There is a comfort there , in knowing that the very least , she will have the companionship of her closest and dearest friend . And what good will hair or vanity do her now ? Everything that made her who she was is gone . Padmé Amidala is dead . Padmé Naberrie no more . ❝ And who will you be , if I assume your identity ? ❞ Her smile is tight . Forced . There’s a catch in her voice that’s become a near constant presence . As if she’s constantly on the verge of breaking . ❝ It would be easier to start new . Fresh identities . I’m sure we could find papers somewhere . ❞
“I’ve had many names over the years, you know that. I’m sure one or two of them would be suitable in the interim. But, if you’re sure, I can have some papers drawn up for the both of us as soon as we’re back on Coruscant. Obviously we can’t be there for long, but there are many places to hide. If nothing else, I can see you to a separate location and then return to you with whatever we need.” There was hardly anyone else who knew she was alive. Only Obi-Wan, really. Sabé hated to think that Padmé might have simply disappeared from her life if she had not been so close with her. It was a privilege only extended to her because of her service. That, and someone needed to be with her. Padmé could not do it all alone. The other handmaiden’s were in mourning. Maybe one day they could tell them, but not today. She steps forward. “I’m nobody, remember? It makes it easy. Let me take care of things. No one will know, no one will ask. I’ll keep you safe, Padmé, I promise.”
She knows the other woman doesn’t doubt her but her mind is not on her own safety. It’s on the children, and then, if for a moment she can think of anything else, her mind surely turns to the fall of the Republic. She steps forward and lays a hand on Padmé‘s shoulder. Gazing out over the Alderaan skyline, knowing Leia is out there, so close and yet so far, she wishes she could offer some real comfort. Everything has changed. Nothing will ever be as it was. Her queen will live in hiding, perhaps for the rest of her life, unable to even partake in the small resistance against the Empire. Her name and her memory will carry on, but the woman herself is forever altered. She doesn’t even know how to ask about Anakin. He’d died on Mustafar, as far as anyone knew, and Obi-Wan was struggling with that fact. Surely the wife of the Chosen One was also suffering. And there is so little Sabé can do, besides logistics and planning. “You need to eat something, m’lady. Please."
She is no cook but the droids that had come with the discreet apartment provided by the Organa's could surely put something together. Her hand slides into Padmé's, which almost appears to be trembling, and she steps in front of the other woman, between her and the view. Tomorrow they will travel and get rid of anything that might tie Padmé to who she had been. Her belongings and her wardrobes, all of her senate work, remained in Coruscant in an office and apartment she couldn't touch. They'll have to rebuild an entire life for her, and Sabé is determined to be there for every part of it. She loves Padmé and the majority of her adult life has been spent in her service. That devotion will not waver now.
Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin
Text ID: You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You will always be part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we have shared at some time the same imaginings, the same madness,
