[So, for I think the first time ever, I’m going to be dropping threads. Anything long and/or fairly recent will be kept but I have so much dusty stuff in my drafts from months and months ago.
It’s not a matter of having too much to do, so I’m still accepting new stuff; it’s more a matter of me losing all the ideas I had of where things were going and just not feeling inspired. So yeah.
Any questions/concerns, hit up the inbox, as always~ ^^]
Lila chuckled a bit, shaking her head. She was almost expecting the boy to scold her more, or at least pretend to scold her. Yet, here he was, joining in on her antics and tripped more people. She nudged him a bit, a smirk present on her features. “I’m such a good influence on you.”
She twirled a finger, using the force to pull a scarf off someone and wrapping it around their ankles to trip them. “I need something new to do, though. Pantsing and tripping can only be fun for so long.”
Anakin ducked his head to hide his laugh from passers-by. “Excuse me, I’m the good influence on you,” he said, purposely ignoring the sarcasm. “I’m the peacekeeper here to make sure you don’t get carried away, remember?
"That sounds… ominous. May I ask what you have in mind?"
Suddenly Padmé had to remind herself this Sith Lord and her had never met before. She meant to refute his statement, not because she was good at arguing and enjoyed doing it but because technically she hadn’t betrayed the Empire. She was certainly plotting against it but she wouldn’t admit it and without her confession there were no proofs or such betrayal. She realised, though, that the man in the suit didn’t refer to the Rebel Alliance, at least not in particular and if he had then it wouldn’t make sense because he never was part of it.
At that time it didn’t make any sense to even think as a possibility the events Vader accused her of taking place before the Rebellion plans but again he spoke with such passion that it felt too personal to ignore.
Instead of disproving the accusation she swallowed hard but then her throat and mouth went completely dry, staring at Vader speechless and frighteningly wide-eyed. If he had called her by her biological family last name it would have been shocking because she always kept her family name rather private but referring to her by her actual name, the one that her heart responded to left her completely taken aback.
Her lips parted attempting to say something but the words wouldn’t come out letting a soundless gasp slip out instead. Her eyes dropped to the floor with a bewildered expression stuck in her features before she could pronounce a simple “No…” She didn’t mean that wasn’t her name and Padmé deduced he would know that given he knew something so intimate. What she was denying was the possibility of Anakin still being involved with Sith and Empire. Obi-Wan assured her he was gone and she had no other option than believing in him but the dots in her head were connecting by themselves and every time Obi-Wan as involved Anakin felt betrayed.
Padmé’s lips pressed together briefly as she tried to rebuild the seriousness in her face as though nothing truly touched her, as if she could continue denying the truth. It just couldn’t be possible.”What do you want? What does my married name has anything to do with this?” She inquired demandingly, if Vader aimed to weaken her by brining up her secret marriage then he was underestimating her. “Do not try to use my husband's death for your own purposes. It won't work.”
"So, Obi-Wan told you your husband was dead."
One way or another, Anakin Skywalker was dead. Vader could agree with that. But for some reason, hearing it from her lips sounded wrong.
Perhaps it was the knowledge that Obi-Wan had been pretending all these years that he had been merciful enough to put his so-called brother out of his misery. He must have been ashamed to admit that instead he had left him there to suffer, dismembered and mutilated, and be pieced back together like a reanimated corpse. Or perhaps there was a part inside of Vader, beneath the armour, between the circuitry and artificial organs, that wanted to shout at her, I’m still here.
But that was ludicrous.
He moved in front of her and stopped, towering over her. This was the final moment of the last twenty years. Whatever he chose to say now would change both of their destinies and the universe was waiting for him to say it. His wife was the reason he sold his loyalties, but this feeling of perfect power was the reason he sold his soul.
To finally have the opportunity to unravel those lies was more satisfying than when he had physically closed his fingers around his former master’s throat. “Obi-Wan underestimated the power of the Dark Side. Your husband survived. He has become,” Vader finished, savouring each word, “a powerful Sith.”