❛ HE IS NEITHER gentle nor kind, except in the most terrible of ways. He has the holy fire of the gods within him, that leaves his body gaunt, his blood burning, and his eyes intoxicating.❛
contains religious imagery. plot heavy & headcanon based. loved by mimi.
Jesarah had been in Coruscant for 2 days now, having completed all the paperwork needed to resume her training and position in the RRP, she had sent at least 3 holos to Padmé and Sola but was still restless. She could see the Jedi temple from the little window in her quarters and before she knew it, she had the green cloak Padmé had given her on and was just outside the temple.
Just ten more steps and you’re in, she kept telling herself with her hands opening and closing nervously. Once Jessie had made up her mind to leave, of course someone she knew was bound to come out and keep her from running away.
“Ani? Is that you?” she found herself asking to the tall boy by himself.
adept hands TOGGLE with a rusted and malfunctioned droid, pieces SCATTERED round him as if they’ve been flung carelessly. he’d been so relentlessly BORED, having trained with master kenobi for days on end. the young jedi found COMFORT in the oily pieces, found SOLACE in putting together broken things in his moments of solitude. of all the things he’d known, repairing things was one he’d MASTERED ( on his own. )
anakin’s movements halted abruptly as a silky, familiar voice FLOWED into his ears. he turned instantly, eyes locking onto the beautiful face he’d missed so dearly. the face he’d only ADMIRED in his dreams until now.
“padme… ?“
he breathed her name, easy, laced with AFFECTION.
the boy practically JUMPED to her side, hands reaching for her figure to embrace. oh how’d he WISHED to feel her warmth after so long.