02 ★ good morning, sunshine

[diplomacme]

Who: Padmé Amaidala & you
Broadcast: video
Action: on the Heron
When: September 4th - evening

video

[ Padmé’s been asleep for about a month, but she still seems a little tired. As usual, she’s sitting in her office when she broadcasts. ]

Good morning, everyone. [ She smiles kindly, though it doesn’t dispel the glimmer of melancholy in her eyes. ] For those who do not know me, my name is Padmé Amidala. Apparently I took a month-long nap-- I apologize for any inconvenience I’ve caused for my crew. I may need a little help catching up on current events.

[ She pauses, unsure. ] I do have a different sort of question. Has anyone experienced side-effects from our stay on Hea-Guaa?

[ Because her telepathy augment upgrade seems to have finally kicked in. ]

action

[ Padmé is idly walking through the Heron. Officially, she’s checking their supplies and making sure there aren’t any pressing issues to take care of. She rather hopes there’s some kind of pressing issue, if only to take her mind off of everything and bring her back to her everyday life on the Fleet. But she’s clearly restless and distracted. ]

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[sandhate]

[ his voice comes from the corner of her room, where he's been tinkering away. he's at her side before she can say anything else ]

I'm here.

[ his hand curls into hers, lending her support. he's in his simple fleet wear and without the glove hiding his mechano-arm. he watches her cautiously, noting every detail and opening himself up to her emotions. she's older, more tired and he feels it. he shifts and sits behind her, giving her his chest to rest against.

softly: ] Hey. How are you feeling?

[diplomacme]

[ She leans against him, grateful for something solid while her mind tries to reorient itself. ]

A little disoriented. Confused. How long was I asleep?

[sandhate]

[ he smiles gratefully at the sound of her voice. ]

A month. But it felt longer than that.

[diplomacme]

[ A month? That sends a jolt straight through her. Her augment must have malfunctioned otherwise she would be in a med ward. At least nothing is wrong with her, aside from having an augment implanted in her neck.

Padme squeezes his hand and looks over at him. He kept vigil for a month. Two weeks had been bad enough-- not knowing how long it would be, not wanting to be away when he woke up. ]

I know what you mean. [ Her expression turns troubled again. ] I had… dreams. Visions, maybe.

[sandhate]

[ he blinks, surprised at her wording of it. she knows what visions mean to him, after all. it's not something he takes very lightly. ]

Tell me.

[diplomacme]

There were so many. [ She rubs her temple, trying to think of one. ]

There was a creature called the Zillo Beast. It broke free of its prison and rampaged through Coruscant.

[ That one is the least upsetting of her visions. ]

[sandhate]

[ this isn't the type of visions he was thinking about and he looks relieved at that. ]

That-- That actually happened. Coruscant was a mess after that, but you know how things are there. They forgot about it a month later. [ mostly, anyway. he gives her a sheepish smile ] That was a long time ago.

Do you know how long it's been for you? What's the last thing you remember?

[diplomacme]

[ Padme stiffens slightly. If that's true, does that mean that the rest of it is too? ]

Jar-Jar had just left on a diplomatic mission to Bardotta. The queen would only speak to him.

[ She pauses, trying to remember the date. ]

Two years. [ She looks him in the eye, worried. ] They weren't visions, were they?

[sandhate]

[ he smiles gently ] No, I don't think so. I think they're memories.

[ he rest his head against hers ] Bardotta happened a few months ago, in my time. Me and Obi-Wan were still in the Outer Rim when we got reports from Master Windu. Jar Jar did his job with his usual grace but they're safe. Nothing happened to them.

Two years of memories... [ he sighs heavily then pulls back, his hands rubs her arms and tries to sooth. ] What do you need? Can I get you anything now?

[diplomacme]

[ Padmé isn't sure what she needs. She's at a loss and it shows in her eyes. But telling him that there's nothing he can do won't help.

She cups his cheek with one of her hands. Time. She needs time. ]

Breakfast?

[ It's a small request, but it is something he can do for her. While he does that, she has a little space to think. For better or worse. ]

[sandhate]

[ he kisses her, light and sweet. ]

You got it.

[ and just before moving to get her just that, he press another kiss to her forehead and says lowly, just a hint of playfulness ] You might want to brush your teeth.

[diplomacme]

[ She gives him a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. ]

I'll get cleaned up.

[ She stands, glad that her legs support her without wobbling in the slightest. Padmé immediately opens her wardrobe to find clean clothes. Going through the motions of her daily routine will probably help, at least a little. ]

[sandhate]

[ anakin brings back as much as he can. in a tray, there's cold meats, fruits and nuts from the last planet and cookies, chocolate from stefan's secret stash that he borrows for the second time and a cup of tea. he looks up when he sets the tray down. ]

I hope you're hungry.

[diplomacme]

[ She's changed into what constitutes casual wear for her. Her hair is still damp from a shower, and she looks slightly more aware. Padmé gives him a wan smile. She's incredibly grateful that he brought the food into the room-- she's not feeling up to socializing. ]

Thank you. [ She sits on the edge of the bed, leaving room for him to sit next to her. ]

[sandhate]

[ she could be wearing nothing - and in fact, he probably prefers that she wore nothing - and still be beautiful. the kind of beautiful that takes his breath away when he looks up.

the smile she gives him doesn't convince him that it's the time and place for any thought along those lines though. he takes her hand as he sits and kiss it, first on her knuckles then her finger tips. ] You need to give yourself time to adjust. Two years of memories is going to be a lot to process. No one expects you to jump back into it right away.

[diplomacme]

I know.

[ Padmé watches him thoughtfully, as if she can see something she couldn't see before. She'd lacked context for all of the little mannerisms that had changed. She knows where some of that exuberance, some of that brightness and energy has gone. The war had consumed them. The strain of their lives and their separation only intensified it. She looks at him and sees two people. Her gentle husband with the boyish smile and the man with the hatred in his eyes when he'd pinned Clovis to the ground. She knows what that is now, that piece that's beyond her reach.

Her weak telepathy sloppily projects both images of him outward-- the way he looks now, then the way he looked when he pinned Clovis. She feels a twinge and touches her temple lightly, unaware that she'd transmitted the image outward at all. ]

[sandhate]

[ his connection to her is so open, so trusting; he could not imagine that she would project anything that could ever make him recoil the way he does now. anakin drops eyes to stare at his mechno-arm, it's silent as it moves but it might as well be as loud as a whole squadron of clankers.

when he looks at her again, he thinks loud enough for her to pick up: she knows, now she'll be scared of me.

he doesn't know himself when he's angry, they've known that since their visit back to tatoonine. but the thought that he would hurt her makes him distance himself, withdrawing as much as his heart would allow him to. ]

You remember Clovis.

[diplomacme]

[ Padmé's eyes widen slightly-- it seemed like an abrupt change of subject to her. Her telepathy only goes one way, so she couldn't hear him. But she knows him as well as she knows herself. He's withdrawing, curling inward. Feeling guilty or maybe afraid?

Padmé watches him for a moment. ]

You didn't let go of him. Why?

[ She hadn't wanted him to, of course. But did he do it for her? Or was it because it was the right thing to do? She wants-- needs-- to know. ]

[sandhate]

[ his eyes flicker to her. did she think that he was going to let a man die? that he was so far gone that he would drop him immediately if it meant that he would be out of the picture? she's seen him at his worst, when he knows nothing but that ugly feeling that blindsides him, makes him see nothing but red. he shouldn't be surprised, yet it still makes his chest heavy and hollow.

he turns his head and stares at his hands once more. that shame and guilt makes his tone is biting, despite the honesty behind the words. ]

Because he should stand trial for his crimes. He didn't deserve to die before that.

[ he wonders, if she sometimes forgets that he's a jedi -- that despite his status within the republic and the order and her urgency at him to stay as a jedi, he's only ever the cumulation of the sins he committed, the ones she was witness to. ]

Did you think I would kill him?

[diplomacme]

[ Padmé feels a twinge of guilt-- she'd been careless with her words. Her heart hurts when she realizes that they had spent too much time lately-- in her memories, at least-- on unsteady ground. Perhaps he thinks she's lost faith in him. She wonders if he thinks that she has come to love him less.

Padmé reaches out and touches his cheek lightly to get him to look at her. She smiles, nowhere near as wide or bright as usual but it's sincere. ]

No.

[sandhate]

[ he leans into her hand, slow and cautious as if he expects it to be drawn back. he doesn't break eye contact until he's more certain, then he turns towards her hand and press a kiss into her open palm. her touch is as warm and gentle as her smile, and he craves both assurances. ]

I'm sorry. I couldn't save him.

[ and yet, he is not sorry for hating him and her past relationship with him. he simply cannot bring himself not to. ]

[diplomacme]

[ Softly: ] You did everything you could. He made a decision, and neither of us... could have done anything.

[ It's hard for her to accept. Couldn't she have done something? Said something? But she knows nothing would changed. Clovis died for her and she hates it. She hates the sacrifices people make for her.

Padmé looks at Anakin, so close to begging him never to do the same. But he can't promise that. Neither can she.

She leans forward, pressing her forehead against his. ]

[sandhate]

[ there's a part of him that wants to suggest - express that it would have been a wasted effort. he would have died eventually, after the trial, in prison. he cannot quell that voice or the snide humour in it.

but she's louder; her touch and her voice, her presence, dim as it is, in the force. ]

I tried. [ he breathes slowly ] To make things right. I don't want you to be scared of me, Padme. I don't ever want you to be scared of me.

[diplomacme]

I'm not scared of you. I'm scared for you.

[ She's afraid that she'll lose him. To the war. To despair. To his own anger. ]

[sandhate]

[ quietly, he admits defeat. she always wins ]

I know. I'm not... I. I lost myself that night. I don't want to do that again. And I promise you, I won't.

[ that he can promise. and he will try his hardest to keep it. ]