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Padmé Amidala ([personal profile] diplomacme) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-09-03 11:05 pm

02 ★ good morning, sunshine

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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[personal profile] sandhate 2016-09-21 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ he almost doesn't meet her gaze for a moment, guilt weighs him down and makes him wish he was younger and still filled with that confidence that made him pursue her. he would have kissed her right now, that old, brighter anakin.

when he does look at her, he smiles just the smallest smile, still warm and soft, but uncertain of the dark inside of him. ]


That's all I ask for.
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[personal profile] sandhate 2016-09-26 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ he could feel her as acutely as if she were force-sensitive. the warmth in her voice, the truth in it, the steady beat of her heart. anakin smiles into the kiss and he could almost ignore that ugly thing in his chest, the pricking fear that's always present. he rest his head against hers. ]

I love you, too. [ he pulls back and his hands cups her face, thumbs on her cheeks. ] More than I can put in words.