Shards of Faith - Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi (ROTS/RotE Era)
Title: Shards of Faith
Prompt: Mirror
Characters: Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Era: ROTS/Rise of the Empire Era
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Angst, canon character death (implied)
Author's Note: My first drabble. Feedback is appreciated. :)
Obi-Wan is holding her hand. She sees her sorrow mirrored in his eyes.
He has witnessed the destruction of the Order that was his life. But he remains a Jedi; he still has the Force. Unlike her, he still has something to believe in. Something to live for, to fight for.
It was easy to let her anger overcome her aversion to war and violence when the enemy was the Trade Federation and its allies in inhuman greed. But Darth Vader was her husband, and the Empire was the Republic, and to fight against everything she has fought for is more than she can do.
When she confronted Anakin on Mustafar, she still believed in love. If I can live in peace on Naboo with my husband and my child, she thought, it will be enough. Love was all she had - before her husband choked her in murderous rage.
She still loves the man he was, but she doesn't know the monster he has become. Like the Republic, he has changed into something she cannot follow.
Obi-Wan clutches her hand and begs her to hold on for the twins' sake. "They need you," he says.
He is wrong. They will be better off without her.
She is a curse upon that which she cares about. Her love turned Anakin into a monster. Her actions turned the Republic into a dictatorship.
When they elected her to be their Queen, the Naboo proclaimed her the precursor of a new era. And so she was. In her blind passion for flawed ideals, she brought an era of evil to the Galaxy.
She and Obi-Wan may be reflections of each other, but the mirror is warped. He still has a reason to live. She only has a reason to die.
Prompt: Mirror
Characters: Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Era: ROTS/Rise of the Empire Era
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Angst, canon character death (implied)
Author's Note: My first drabble. Feedback is appreciated. :)
Obi-Wan is holding her hand. She sees her sorrow mirrored in his eyes.
He has witnessed the destruction of the Order that was his life. But he remains a Jedi; he still has the Force. Unlike her, he still has something to believe in. Something to live for, to fight for.
It was easy to let her anger overcome her aversion to war and violence when the enemy was the Trade Federation and its allies in inhuman greed. But Darth Vader was her husband, and the Empire was the Republic, and to fight against everything she has fought for is more than she can do.
When she confronted Anakin on Mustafar, she still believed in love. If I can live in peace on Naboo with my husband and my child, she thought, it will be enough. Love was all she had - before her husband choked her in murderous rage.
She still loves the man he was, but she doesn't know the monster he has become. Like the Republic, he has changed into something she cannot follow.
Obi-Wan clutches her hand and begs her to hold on for the twins' sake. "They need you," he says.
He is wrong. They will be better off without her.
She is a curse upon that which she cares about. Her love turned Anakin into a monster. Her actions turned the Republic into a dictatorship.
When they elected her to be their Queen, the Naboo proclaimed her the precursor of a new era. And so she was. In her blind passion for flawed ideals, she brought an era of evil to the Galaxy.
She and Obi-Wan may be reflections of each other, but the mirror is warped. He still has a reason to live. She only has a reason to die.