@mockiingjaysx // anakin x hadleigh
Since the night they met, Anakin couldn’t get the mysterious blonde girl out of his mind. It was both a blessing and a curse: His visions of her distracted him from his affairs at the Jedi Temple, freeing his mind from some of the stress but also leaving him somewhat unfocused and even Obi-Wan a tad bit concerned. He’d been trying to balance it for the last few days, even shake her off as someone he’d never see again. Most people he helped he’d never seen again. That was just what the Jedi did: They were completely and utterly selfless, helping those in need without any attachment, because there simply couldn’t be. He’d helped countless of people and saved their lives-- what made this girl any different?
She was beautiful to say the least, like a sunrise; her yellow hair haloed a bright face, topped off with a little sassy tongue he couldn’t forget either and was singed by. And he’d never really felt this way about anyone else before, always pushing away from the idea because it was forbidden. Anakin’s vice was that he had a tough time adhering to the rules, and Obi-Wan often warned him that it’d get them both into irreparable trouble one day. Though he thought getting to know a pretty girl wouldn’t be that harmful, would it?
Padme was, of course, totally off-limits, even if his teenaged rat-tailed self liked her, too. But as she grew older, her position in the Senate became more and more important, and it was clear that both of them would be too busy in their respective responsibilities to dedicate time and effort into each other. They ended up evolving into a strong pair of allies, even friends if Padme didn’t roll her eyes at everything he did.
Nevertheless, Anakin woke up on this particular day determined to see the blonde again. He felt stupid, not even grabbing her name before they were torn away from each other. But he wondered if she’d ever forget the Jedi who saved her from getting captured by a bounty hunter for his ransom, something he’d never allow to happen, no matter who it was. He’d left the Jedi Temple under an alibi that he was going to grab some intel on General Grievous’ location as the Clone Wars raged on, and that convinced Obi-Wan enough, who had his own matters to tend to today. But in all truth, Anakin had left on his speeder seeking the blonde.
Enough sleuthing and asking around led him right on her tail somewhere on Coruscant, a busy street closer to the ground, signaling a higher population of those in the middle and lower classes. As he walked, people seemed to make way for him, though he needed to stay discreet as he chocked up the courage to approach the girl. Once he saw her stop at a fruit stand, he tapped her shoulder and cleared his throat. “Excuse me?” he asked. “Do you remember me? I’m Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight. I saved you that night from Enzo Dalibar, the Rodian bounty hunter.”
