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in blackest envy

STAR WARS'
ANAKIN SKYWALKER

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.

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       Padmé let a sigh escape her lips as she pulled back and looked up to him. Brows furrowing as she shook her head. He was never going to understand the power of the Senate. The power of herwords. Padmé was practically the face of the Senate. She deserved to be the Chancellor in all reality. She could move worlds with just the words she spoke aloud. An intoxicating sensational woman. Yet he seemed to not see that.

     Though Padmé was taken by Chancellor Palpatines words and persuasion, the dark side of the Force was hardly something known to her. She was not Force sensitive like man before her. Although unknown to her two younglings that grew within her being were both sensitive to the Force. But she could not sense it like Anakin could. She felt the growing darkness to be within the Jedi council, not that of the Senate. The Jedi were supposed to be selfless, caring, and dedicated to those around them. Yet they seemed to be doing the opposite of just that.

    Where as the Senate and Chancellor were making moves to change the Galaxy. How she hated the council for taking Anakin from her. Once upon a time she knew the two could not be together. But over time all she wanted was their lives together. An the worlds around them were seemingly attempting to stop that.

                         “ The only darkness that grows within this city is that of the Jedi temple. Anakin, the Jedi seem to have clouded judgement. They seem obsessed with controlling this ‘darkness’ within the Senate when they should be focusing on more than just that. Like that of capturing Grievous,  “ 

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                  brows furrow, exasperated from the CHILLING words coming from
                  such SOFT lips.  to speak ILL of the jedi in such desperate moments
                  shadows her DISTRUST of what he stands for. was HE not part of the
                  jedi council? the jedi temple? the knight steps away, TURNING his body
                  from the senator and folds his arms in THOUGHT. it seemed neither
                  PARTY could trust each other, and the idea of being mutual between the
                  two was no longer a CHOICE

                               “ how can you say that? it is our DUTY to preserve peace
                                 when darkness hovers so close. we have DIVIDED our
                                 efforts, yes, but NEVER have the jedi lost their way, padme. “ 

                 anakin knew his wife was INVOLVED heavily within the senate, but never
                 had he IMAGINED their ideas would  root themselves within such a SOUND
                 mind. it was… unlike her to DISMISS the jedi so easily. she had spent TOO
                 many hours surrounded by the politicians, granted she was one HERSELF.
                 however, anakin knew his PADME was never one to question the jedi. he turns
                 once more, his hands cupping the DELICATE flesh of her chin, his voice soft. 

                                 “ where are you getting this? do you… DISTRUST me? i am
                                   a JEDI of course. am i not COATED in darkness? “