(yes, I decided neurowater is what they drink in Star Wars land)
anonymous
September 9 2009, 08:50:29 UTC
Anakin Skywalker slid into the booth next to her. "Obi-Wan told me this place would be discreet," he murmured as he keyed up the holomenu. "Have you ordered
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Padmé winces the instant his fingers close on her skin, breath hissing between her teeth, and Anakin jerks away. He keeps his eyes downcast, a futile attempt to hide his anger even in the half-light of her room, but it is written plainly in the tightness of his jaw. She knows she should be frightened despite the wedding veil tangled with the sheets, knows fully all he is capable of, but chooses to believe he rages against himself instead, against the robotic hand that resembles an elaborately-jointed spider more than it ever will flesh
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Especially the end, got me to lol a little bit :P
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