sitting out in the meadow again, where she tries so hard to look anywhere but at him. she can still feel it, though, that piercing gaze of his, while she picks at the perfect edges of her skirt. something she hasn't done since she was a child and she didn't know better.
❛❛ quit staring at me. ❜❜
teach me how not to stare at you . — @prozacharie
i wish that i could. padmé's fingers curl into her palms, the only sign of the conflict inside of her. as much as she wants to repeat it, she doesn't mean it. she wants to feel him, even though it's wrong. is it so awful to do one selfish thing ?
❛❛ mmm. i… i don't think i can. ❜❜
It is forbidden for the Jedi to form attachments.
This is law. And Anakin knows it. He know it well. Yet. There are few he would dare to break such sacred rules for. He can't help it. The angel he knew as a child, this angel that visited him in his dreams, both sleeping and awake ... how could he be immune to such an attachment? How could he be immune to his guardian angel, standing before him, the sun reflecting off of her, the lush meadow grass complementing her attire ... how was he meant to resist?
Perhaps this conflict will follow him his entire life.
Perhaps, he doesn't care.
"Well then. It isn't quite fair to demand such things that cannot be controlled, is it?" He ventures, playfully, in response to her own playful response. Is it playful? He can't tell for certain, but he hopes so. He can't stop himself from being hopeful. He can't stop himself from delving further in any case.
"If you were to be depicted in stone, for all to see in perpetuity ... well, would you care to be seen for all of time? Would you then ask for those who gazed upon your beauty, as I do, to ... quit staring, as you put it?"