[In another time and another place, there would have been that private looked passed between them, a deeper understanding that the two of them held. It wasn't often that they had been allowed time to themselves, and decorum had needed to be stood upon. In another time, it would have been a lighting of her eyes, a look of relief, and perhaps a wry smile that tugged just so at the corner of her lips.
His voice is known, is etched in to her very soul, as much a part of her as her own, and yet it is her confusion that spreads across her face as she turns, mouth open, to regard the man that's her husband. The last images are burned in to her mind, of how he had looked when Obi-Wan had slipped off of her ship, of how Anakin had assumed that Padmé had betrayed him, at how his hand had risen and squeezed...
Her mouth snaps shut, and while her blood is pounding against her ears, she does remain where she is, still looking bewildered and unsure. She meant what she told Obi-Wan, that there is still good in him, yet after everything that has happened in such a short time frame, Padmé truly isn't certain she is ready for it.
Yet his eyes... Her own linger on his, not seeing that firm hardness or hatred. Not seeing that man who wore the body of her husband but who had been going down a path that she simply couldn't follow. She should be focusing more on the mess that was going on around them, trying to understand what exactly this was, but her world revolves only around one single individual.
Him.] Anakin? Is it truly- You're- But... [For a woman who can sway the masses with her speeches, her words are as disjointed as her emotions, and her mind scrambles to try to make sense of it.]
don't get distracted, hubby!
[In another time and another place, there would have been that private looked passed between them, a deeper understanding that the two of them held. It wasn't often that they had been allowed time to themselves, and decorum had needed to be stood upon. In another time, it would have been a lighting of her eyes, a look of relief, and perhaps a wry smile that tugged just so at the corner of her lips.
His voice is known, is etched in to her very soul, as much a part of her as her own, and yet it is her confusion that spreads across her face as she turns, mouth open, to regard the man that's her husband. The last images are burned in to her mind, of how he had looked when Obi-Wan had slipped off of her ship, of how Anakin had assumed that Padmé had betrayed him, at how his hand had risen and squeezed...
Her mouth snaps shut, and while her blood is pounding against her ears, she does remain where she is, still looking bewildered and unsure. She meant what she told Obi-Wan, that there is still good in him, yet after everything that has happened in such a short time frame, Padmé truly isn't certain she is ready for it.
Yet his eyes... Her own linger on his, not seeing that firm hardness or hatred. Not seeing that man who wore the body of her husband but who had been going down a path that she simply couldn't follow. She should be focusing more on the mess that was going on around them, trying to understand what exactly this was, but her world revolves only around one single individual.
Him.] Anakin? Is it truly- You're- But... [For a woman who can sway the masses with her speeches, her words are as disjointed as her emotions, and her mind scrambles to try to make sense of it.]