#stvr-touched

[hndmaidna]

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“Pregnant, are you sure?” It had been months since she’d seen Padmé, and from the moment she walked into the senatorial apartment on Coruscant she knew something was different about her.

She knew Padmé’s body as well as she knew her own, she had to in her line of work. 

But she hadn’t been expecting this.

“Who’s the father?”

[skynovae]

@stvr-touched​​ sent:  i wanted to tell you in person.

HE REACHES OUT   to cup her cheek with his hand, placing a gentle kiss on her brow. Stolen moments are rare as the war rages on, Anakin so often out in the field with Obi-Wan and the 212th. 

“ i’m glad you did... i’ve really missed you... be safe, alright? ” 

Hearing that she’s the one heading out on a mission now is a little concerning, considering how many times people have tried to assassinate her, and Anakin doubts he’ll be able to accompany her. Nothing has been said to him so far, and he’ll probably be back on the front lines again within the week. 

“ maybe if you talk to obi-wan you can convince him to let me come with you. ”

[eldestnaberrie-moved]

♢ = reading them a story . @stvr-touched​

Sola could listen to her sister read forever, Padmé never stumbled over words, and she could adapt her voice to each character much to her nieces’ delight. So as Sola watched her sister read to her children she smiled to herself, imagining Padmé reading to children of her own.

“I think this is what the girls were looking forward to the most about your visit,” Sola said once Pooja and Ryoo had fallen asleep and her sister had set the book aside.

“Apparently, I don’t do the voices like Aunt Padmé.”

[forcechoosen]

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      “ i think leia is old enough for a lightsaber crystal. it will take some doing and no doubt anger the council, but i want to take her to the caves on ilium.”

[skywlkrr]

     THE MEDITATION chamber could only ease the pain so much; and even the pain that it did manage to ease was only a physical one. The emotional turmoil he felt day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute.... it was impossible to soothe. No one in the galaxy would know how much the dark lord of the Sith carried with him; some days even the sheer amount truly eluded the Sith himself. It was only in times of solitude that he warred with himself.

     HE HAD not meant to, but his mind began wandering to memories he thought he had long ago vanquished. Padme.... He let out a slow breath. Did he dare dive deeper into those memories? He shouldn’t. He couldn’t.... but a small part of him, hidden away by all the anger and fury, yearned for it.

                       ‘ a n a k i n . . . ‘

     A QUICKENING in his breath. Had he imagined that voice? Eyes flashed open as he looked around the meditation chamber. No one, as it should be. But there was no other explanation for that despised name to be heard - the Sith Lord would never allow himself to even think it. But that voice... so sweet, so soft, so warm. It could only be one...

                                                                            ‘ a n a k i n . . . ‘

     “PADME...” he uttered, barely above a whisper, a tone so soft it was almost unfitting for the Lord. 

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[cptsprrw-a]

#82 for @stvr-touched​

                  ❝ HOW DARE YE SPEAK TO THIS FINE LADY THAT WAY ! SHOO ! ❞  the captain booted some drunk scabby sailor . there was nothing gentle about his charge against the old man but he knew the man’s history and it was best he be dealt with quickly .  ❝ are ye alright , lass ? ❞

[edgeineer]

STARTER CALL  ||  @stvr-touched​ .

         ‘‘ IS IT JUST ME  or do those senate meetings continue to become longer and longer ? ’’

[jedishope-archive]

@stvr-touched​ said: “  just tell me what happened.  ”

        luke scuffed his foot against the ground, eyes cast downwards. he couldn’t look his mother in the eye ----- not after what happened. he didn’t like to talk about school. while he’d made one friend, and a few more not long after, he just never quite fit in. he was never really sure why that was. sure, some kids liked him and he got along with a lot of them, the boys from his first day of kindergarten still weren’t very nice to him.

        that’s why he came up with a split lip and tears pooling over. he was seven now. he shouldn’t be so upset by these things. he shouldn’t cry so much, he realized. that’s why the boys picked on him so much. they told him it was girly to cry. of course, luke never bought into that. he didn’t think there was anything wrong with crying ----- boys could cry too ! ------ but for whatever reason, they just liked to make luke’s life hell.

        the worst part of it, though, was that they broke his model of a spacecraft he’d made all himself. he’d been excited to show han, but they’d taken it from him and tossed it to one another until it fell to the ground and smashed into three different pieces. luke had been so upset that he pushed one of the boys out of the way to get to it. they didn’t like that very much.

        he wipes at his eyes and shakes his head. his cheeks were red with embarrassment. “ ... they broke my model. ” he told his mom in such a quiet voice you would have to strain to hear. he pulled it out of his bag to show her, while also revealing his scrapped hands in the process. “ they broke it. ”