what do you want most in the world ?
accepting ⇀ random dialogue prompts
what could he say that wouldn't send alarm bells ringing across the galaxy? ( love, devotion, to feel real ) . righteous curls splay across the plush carpet, bright gaze staring thoughtfully up at the senator perched upon the chair above him. it seemed only right, to be looking up at her, half-shadowed ( illuminated only by the briefest zipping of lights through the windows ) . he offers a smile, half-hearted and tired though it may be as hands both gloved and bare come to rest upon the beating of his heart.
" i've always wanted to have a family. my mother couldn't have children, you know . . . it was a difficult enough affair with me. " childlike dreams of siblings running amok around him, the fleeting image of a woman so like padme, stomach round with babe and smile soft as its aimed towards him. it's left unsaid, however, that such things were not meant for him. he'd bucked against jedi law enough, but a family was lost to him. he could pretend, here in her apartments, to be a normal man. but that's all it would ever be. fantasies, like children playing in the sand at a life they'd never know.