#pinteysharon

[serve-the-cause]

- Amidala... Pretty name! So pretty! Tão serena que chega a assustar. Afinal, sabe-se lá o que se encontra em alguém tão reservado. E Sharon tenta entranhar aquilo que transparece no seu olhar e até no perfume da jovem senhora. O que havia dado errado? Sharon sente-se angustiada mas ao mesmo tempo, de alguma forma, sabe que algo complexo paira no ar. Mas é uma mulher tão linda... E tão triste... Por que?- Let me help you, Amidala... Agora pensa se seria mesmo capaz de disso.

Couldn’t help but grin. The corners of her lips curled ever so slightly at the statement as she lowered her head for a second before returning her attention to the blonde lady. — Thank you. But this is not my real name. — Explained softly, still lingering a sad yet gently peaceful smile on her lips; blushed, rosy cheeks. — I chose this name in order to protect my family’s surname whilst my terms as Queen. However, as Senator and even now as just a Lady, I still am known as Amidala, not Padmé. — Her nut-brown eyes flickered as she glanced upon her companion. The unexpected question startled the young lady and tenderness automatically took over on her delicate face, contorting its edges as Padmé tried to decipher her words. It is obvious. Seconds, several seconds passed before she redirected her gaze to her neatly accomodated lap, once again. She said nothing; parted plump lips, skin of her hands brushing against each other nervously, not assured of her own response. Help? — I don’t quite understand. — A light, silly chuckle could be heard, muffled by her own distress. — You wish to help me? I am not sure if I need help in any instance. — She lied, displaying her regal countenance as she was mentored to do during uncomfortable situations; to appease both inner and outer controversies.

[ladyamidalla]

I remember when I looked at Ben for the first time. What I felt? Nothing special. He was a normal man with problems that has nothing do with me. But somehow I knew he was not okay... Nonsense mine! After all, it was obvious: none of us could be fine for working such a schedule! Anyway, I didn't feel this "love at first sight" thing, you know? It's like I said, I didn't feel anything special about him. And what about Anakin? How did you feel about him on the first time, deeply, above all?

The woman gulped at the question, timidly biting the insides of her lower lip. It had been so long since the last time she thought about such thing. It was painful; burdensome even to go back in time this far. However, the memories were so fond and pure Amidala had to cede. The corners of her mouth curled gently into a ladylike smile, brightening her countenance even though there was something in her eye; something hidden, something old, something full of sorrow. — Funny question, indeed. — She muttered fondly. — When I first met Anakin he was just a little boy. A slave. — Dark eyes shadowed the words in the perfect heavy tone. — I couldn’t have imagined I would marry him one day. However, he knew it. — She beamed ever so slightly at the childish remembrance. — He knew it and he told me he wouldn’t be a just a little boy forever. He scared me at the time but now that I think of it… It was adorable. — A light, soothing laughing sound could be heard as Padmé covered her mouth with the back of her veiny hand. — I also didn’t love him at first sight. He was dear to me, yes, he was. But… Love? — She closed her eyes and shook her head gently, making her curls wiggle in the air. — Love came later. He grew on me. He crept up on me until I was hopelessly in love and then… — Her throat dried and she halted her train of thoughts rapidly, displaying a forced smile on her crimson-painted lips; matching the colour of her cheeks upon suppressing the urge to cry. — Well, you asked if we were in love at first sight. — Nervous, shivery laughter. — What about you and your Ben? Did he crept up on you too? — A single tear made its way down her delicate face as she closed her eyes to smile.