Fic: ‘Tis the Season: Easy, yet not.
Title: ‘Tis the Season: Easy, yet not.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between AotC & RotS.
Summary: Padmé makes a decision.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
'S'been a while, huh? I've not touched these characters in a while but the scene was strong in mind. I hope it's not too mushily romantic but, hey, that's what ‘Tis the Season is for!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of George Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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She sits alone on the balcony overlooking the lake; creatures swim within its depths that she has no desire to ever meet. Her eyes are not upon the smooth waters; instead, they are upon her hands and what is held within them.
A silver cylinder sits on her palms. If she presses that button, its blade will come to life. If she presses that button, he will come running to see what danger she is in.
If she presses that button, she accepts.
Cool winds from the lake lift her hair, lightly kiss her skin and remind her of what she holds, chilling the metal of the hilt. Slowly, she looks from it to the lake. Her fingers close about the cooling metal.
“This is my life,” he explains, pressing the hilt into her hands. “I give it to you.”
“I can not accept, can not take this.” Brown eyes meet blue.
“You can, and will. Padmé, you are my life.”
She looks down, at the trust and faith it means. “Obi-Wan ...”
He withdraws his hands. “My life is now yours. Keep it safe.”
In that moment, she realises, she had accepted. Her life, she knows, would be nothing without him. If he died, her heart would break, crumble into dust.
“Padmé?”
“Yes,” she whispers and she hears his steps toward her. She knows when he kneels beside her. “Yes.”
His arms slip around her and hold her against his chest. “Are you sure?” He murmurs into her hair.
She turns within his arms, the lightsabre falling into her lap. “Yes,” she breathes against his lips, his cheeks between her hands. “Yes.”
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between AotC & RotS.
Summary: Padmé makes a decision.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
'S'been a while, huh? I've not touched these characters in a while but the scene was strong in mind. I hope it's not too mushily romantic but, hey, that's what ‘Tis the Season is for!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of George Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
_______________________
She sits alone on the balcony overlooking the lake; creatures swim within its depths that she has no desire to ever meet. Her eyes are not upon the smooth waters; instead, they are upon her hands and what is held within them.
A silver cylinder sits on her palms. If she presses that button, its blade will come to life. If she presses that button, he will come running to see what danger she is in.
If she presses that button, she accepts.
Cool winds from the lake lift her hair, lightly kiss her skin and remind her of what she holds, chilling the metal of the hilt. Slowly, she looks from it to the lake. Her fingers close about the cooling metal.
“This is my life,” he explains, pressing the hilt into her hands. “I give it to you.”
“I can not accept, can not take this.” Brown eyes meet blue.
“You can, and will. Padmé, you are my life.”
She looks down, at the trust and faith it means. “Obi-Wan ...”
He withdraws his hands. “My life is now yours. Keep it safe.”
In that moment, she realises, she had accepted. Her life, she knows, would be nothing without him. If he died, her heart would break, crumble into dust.
“Padmé?”
“Yes,” she whispers and she hears his steps toward her. She knows when he kneels beside her. “Yes.”
His arms slip around her and hold her against his chest. “Are you sure?” He murmurs into her hair.
She turns within his arms, the lightsabre falling into her lap. “Yes,” she breathes against his lips, his cheeks between her hands. “Yes.”