LOVE WON’T SAVE YOU , PADMÉ. ANAKIN, YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART.

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LOVE WON’T SAVE YOU , PADMÉ. ANAKIN, YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART.
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ANAKIN FALLS INTO darkness, the warmth && light of the Nubian flower fields fading away into cold, uncompromising shadows. Red slashes against his vision, blooming with heat so different from the gentle brush of sunlight. This heat sears in savage arcs of flame— bubbling in liquid pools of molten fire that gather around his feet, slowly eating away at the material of his boots. Anakin scrambles backwards from the curl of the tide, feet barely managing to find a holding in the loose collection of burning coals that lead away from the river of lava.
He knows this is a dream.
In the distance he can make out some kind of black fortress mapped with sprawling patterns of red light. Monolithic spires strobe with lightning, enclosing some kind of…lavafall or mill that crashes against them. A mist of burnt rock or some other kind of effluvia blows across the landscape, catching the delicate corners of Anakin’s eyes until they sting && flow with frustrated tears. He holds out a hand to cradle his vision, unable to make up or down of his surroundings.
❝ Ani! ❞ Anakin whips around to see Padmé, heavily pregnant, running towards him at full speed. He catches her in his arms, relishing in the familiar weight of her body against his own. Her hair smells like ash && bruised flowers, && he can see one side of her face is blistered. Anger plunges Anakin’s stomach into a brutal chill, like ice sinking to the center of his gut.
❝ Padmé? Are you alright? What happened? What’s going on? ❞
❝ Ani— how could you? Obi-Wan was right! You’re not the same man I fell in love with! ❞ Anakin feels as though the floor has dropped out beneath him, his hands catch her upper arms in a vice, squeezing.
❝ What are you talking about? What did I do?! ❞
❝ An—Anakin… ❞ He watches in horror as bruises begin to form around his wife’s throat. ❝ I can’t— breathe… ❞ She claws at some kind of invisible constriction, eyes rolling back red && watery.
❝ Padmé?! PADMÉ! No, no, no! What’s happening?! Padmé! ❞
Then he hears it. A wretched sucking && hissing, accompanied the sound of approaching bootsteps. && suddenly Anakin is too afraid to turn around, too afraid to move even. He can only stare as Padmé collapses to the ground, unconscious or worse.
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He’d been one of four captured during what was supposed to be an easy mission—the outpost they were attempting to retake wasn’t as abandoned as recon had suggested. They’d cut their losses and managed a retreat before they’d taken casualties too devastating, but the cost of covering the others’ escape had been Luke’s team getting overrun before they could reach their own ship. One of the troopers had recognized Luke for who he was, and apparently his CO didn’t want to risk killing any of his squadron until Vader had the opportunity to decide if any of the other rebels were worth a similarly astronomical bounty.
Which was all well and good, softening his stay in Imperial custody with the knowledge that his comrades in arms were still alive, that there was a chance he could break out and rescue them—even if Luke had at least twice as many guards as everyone else. But it was a small comfort knowing it was only a matter of time until—
Luke could sense Vader approaching before he heard him. He scrambled into a sitting position on the hard cot, mental shields up and expression firmly defiant.
So much for any chance of a prison break.
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