these months away from her could quite possibly be the hardest months of anakin’s life. months away flying through the stars. fighting against the separatist armies that came their way. coming up with fighting tactics and strategies to break through their defenses. but even with all this war. all this fighting. anakin still had a wife at home. a wife he was desperate to see again. he missed her dearly ; not a day went by where he didn’t think of her. and now being back here on coruscant, the first thing the jedi found himself doing was scanning the room for her.
his eyes soon caught her fingers against the cord around her neck. a smile twitching at the corner of his lips as he began to make his way over. if they were alone ; he would’ve ran to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her as close as he could. if they were alone, he’d kiss her. he’d give her the kiss he has thought about for months. ( but he simply could not do that ). instead he walked over, his stance tall and his hands clasped behind his back. but he still smiled at her. like she was the only thing in the room.
❝ senator amidala. i see you’ve been keeping everything well here. ❞ he couldn’t take his eyes off her. not even for a second. he found his own cheeks blushing hard with a deep red color, forcing the general to lower his head and in an attempt to clear his throat and calm his cheeks before anyone else noticed.
HIS GRIN does not escape her and it causes her own to grow in response, to smile like she hasn’t in MONTHS. it feels like so much longer since she’s seen him last— surely the sleepless nights and endless worry have aged her a decade. she has come to THRIVE off of the cheapest of gossip tabloids, pouring over anything she can get her hands on that might have word of his wellbeing and where he is. a ghost is what she has become: throwing herself into the passion of her work, of ending the war and BRINGING HER HUSBAND HOME. it is all she does. but the vision of him before her has breathed life back into her.
“ we’ve done our best. i fear its you, general skywalker, whose task is far more difficult. “ the glimpse of his flushed cheeks warms her very soul, the action in itself endearing. she’s thankful that their friendship is public knowledge, that she can step away from her fellow senators and speak with him in a semblance of privacy. its sweet torture, seeing him, speaking with him, but being unable to reach up and trace the line of his jaw, to tell him how much she loves him, how she’s missed him. “ how are you? “
