[ anakin breathes the name almost softly, almost like a prayer. as evident is the way his expression gentles, the way a shine rarely glimpsed enters his eyes. his face transforms with just the mention of her name.
it was the most beautiful name he had ever heard when he was nine-years-old and couldn't stop himself from blurting out that he thought her an angel ( couldn't stop himself sneaking glances at her in the minutes before, so remarkable she had been. ) she only became more beautiful with time, her name music, as much the one she wore in public as the one shared secretly between the two.
he dreamt of the day he could declare it publicly. she is mine as I am hers. he dreamt. ]
[ she doesn't say anything after listening to how he says this woman's name. she just manages a nod of her head, to show she heard and is listening, and a hum somewhere in the back of her throat.
the things that come to mind, like, she has a nice name or, I think I'd like to manage to believe and live like she does are things she does not say in this moment. it doesn't quite feel right to.
she does smile, though. it's nice to see anakin in this light too, as someone who is capable of so many of the same emotions as anyone else. she doesn't really get what it means to be a Jedi, and thankfully doesn't need to, for the most part. but as someone motivated by what she feels, as someone who has saved someone she loved on the strength of that emotion, it's something she can empathize with in whatever degree.
he's managed to leave her feeling much better, less uncertain, and more convinced that it's okay to turn away from fighting as a first response. at least fighting with violence. as he says, and as she knows, there are so many other ways to fight. his words simply make it real outside of her own confused heart. ]
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[ anakin breathes the name almost softly, almost like a prayer. as evident is the way his expression gentles, the way a shine rarely glimpsed enters his eyes. his face transforms with just the mention of her name.
it was the most beautiful name he had ever heard when he was nine-years-old and couldn't stop himself from blurting out that he thought her an angel ( couldn't stop himself sneaking glances at her in the minutes before, so remarkable she had been. ) she only became more beautiful with time, her name music, as much the one she wore in public as the one shared secretly between the two.
he dreamt of the day he could declare it publicly. she is mine as I am hers. he dreamt. ]
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the things that come to mind, like, she has a nice name or, I think I'd like to manage to believe and live like she does are things she does not say in this moment. it doesn't quite feel right to.
she does smile, though. it's nice to see anakin in this light too, as someone who is capable of so many of the same emotions as anyone else. she doesn't really get what it means to be a Jedi, and thankfully doesn't need to, for the most part. but as someone motivated by what she feels, as someone who has saved someone she loved on the strength of that emotion, it's something she can empathize with in whatever degree.
he's managed to leave her feeling much better, less uncertain, and more convinced that it's okay to turn away from fighting as a first response. at least fighting with violence. as he says, and as she knows, there are so many other ways to fight. his words simply make it real outside of her own confused heart. ]