senatuse spoke: ❝ you’re my person. ❞
When angels spoke, you listened. As such, every time Padme so much as breathed, Anakin hung to her words like gospel. Three little ones this time, ones that he would treasure within his heart, ones that he would repeat in his mind when he was far from her, ones that would remind him always of the LOVE between them.
"You're my person."
Did she know what that meant to him? To belong to someone in a way that didn't remind him of arid heat and sand caught in the cracks of his skin? She must. Padme was smarter than he was.
"And you're mine," he prayed to her as he dared to press a kiss to her lips. Just a chaste gesture as he let the feeling of belonging overwhelm him. Such feelings always did. Anakin had gotten very good at hiding them beneath cocksure smiles, behind a confidence that seemed to be made of durasteel at times, but often was just a very plain glass.
If he could, he would hold her forever. But they both had duties that made them who they were. He could never ask Padme to stop being a Senator-- even if, some days, he wanted to run with her and never look back only to feel pangs of guilt at the mere idea of abandoning the war, the other Jedi... Of leaving behind Obi-Wan, Ahsoka... Rex.
Their family was here. Their lives were here. Their love was here. Daydreams would not change those facts. Anakin would not change those facts as he teetered on an edge the Council would never approve of. But he didn't care. Love that made you feel like this could never be wrong.














