
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.
“ as you wish, senator. “

ROGUISH smile displayed, the once BRIGHT blue eyes the jedi
possessed DARKEN, taking on a gloaming PHTHALO shade instead.
leaning ever CLOSER, he cups the PEARLY spot of her cheek, SILKEN
skin pleasing against his CALLOUSED fingers. lips overwhelmed with
DESIRE brush lightly against her’s, ( so PROPITIOUS, comforting, delicious. )
and it takes every OUNCE of will to keep from pressing his body to hers,
ridding the space between them. he TEASES, his free arm wrapping around
her, CYBERNETIC hand resting on the small of her back.

once again he brushes lips to her’s, a bit CLOSER now, before kissing her
slowly. the sensation tickles his bottom lip, and he lets out a SIGH against
her own. anakin’s hand moves from padme’s cheek, tangling in the curled
tendrils of her hair ( the DELICATE strands wrapped easily around, and
anakin TUGGED lightly. oh how he wished the moment called for a more…
UNRULY touch than now. ) — yet he would be GENTLE. the figure he held
was one too PRECIOUS.