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mayfield_logs2012-05-18 04:30 pm
chosen_to_fall) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-05-18 04:30 pm
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Who: Vader and Padme
What: It's time for the Talk
Where: 3474 Erwin Rd
When: Backdated to last Saturday
Warnings: Tragic angst, let's be honest here.
It's another sunny day, unsurprising as ever for Mayfield. The day finds our intrepid Darth Vader out in the back yard, working through the cadences of Form IV and finding himself incapable of stopping the flow of intrusive thoughts while he moves through each motion.
He doesn't know what to do. He knows what he has done, certainly; Vader can look back at the remnants of Anakin's life and point out just where and what happened to lead him to this place and time. Hate has been his near constant companion in Mayfield since his arrival, and oh does this place encourage it like nothing else could. Most everything here is so easy to hate.
What: It's time for the Talk
Where: 3474 Erwin Rd
When: Backdated to last Saturday
Warnings: Tragic angst, let's be honest here.
It's another sunny day, unsurprising as ever for Mayfield. The day finds our intrepid Darth Vader out in the back yard, working through the cadences of Form IV and finding himself incapable of stopping the flow of intrusive thoughts while he moves through each motion.
He doesn't know what to do. He knows what he has done, certainly; Vader can look back at the remnants of Anakin's life and point out just where and what happened to lead him to this place and time. Hate has been his near constant companion in Mayfield since his arrival, and oh does this place encourage it like nothing else could. Most everything here is so easy to hate.
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Despite everything she's been told; the darkness, violence, and destruction, Padmé couldn't just completely ignore the man she had married- the man she loves almost more than anything in the entire galaxy. It was an inexplicable, uncompromising need. And with the way things had last been left between them, that need doubled.
Padmé had never imagined that anything like this could happen. The idea of meeting children from the future, or anyone from alternate times was something entirely far-fetched. And then the stories they told her, the actions that had been taken most recently, it was all becoming too much to bear.
Once she reached Anakin's address, Padmé paused. As much as she hated herself for it, there had been an inkling part of her that had wanted to snatch the weapon her housemate currently had in his possession- to wield some for of protection. She had fought down the urge, but that slight worry was always there in the back of her mind.
After knocking on the door a few times without an answer, Padmé was prepared to leave, swallowing down the despair welling up inside her. Anakin probably didn't even want to see her, after everything she had kept from him. She then heard faint sounds from the back yard.
Making her way cautiously in it's direction, Padmé gave a quiet knock on the fence. She didn't even know if he had any housemates other than the droids.
"Anakin?"
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All your own doing, he reminded himself scornfully. Twice in the past week his temper had been tested, and twice he managed to walk away in the face of his mounting fury. The overwhelming joy Anakin felt at finding out about his son felt like a long distant memory. Han's words kept coming back to haunt him. He could take hatred, he wore it like a shield, but the accusation had all but poleaxed Skywalker. Was that his future? Was he destined to destroy everything that ever mattered to him?
Deliberating only took him a few seconds. He crossed the yard, mopping at his sweaty face with his tee, the cut grass prickling the soles of his feet.
"I was wondering if you might stop by." Where he might have teased her before, this time his inflection was neutral, bordering on cold. She knew about Luke. She had kept things from him. Again.
ugh, gramatical fail.
She might have thought she did, but he's practically a stranger to her.
"I was worried about you." Padmé let out a breath, fighting to maintain her composure. It was something she had to do a lot lately. " A lot has happened... and it can be difficult to take in."
's all cool
"A lot has happened," Vader agreed, finding his voice again. "And a lot will happen, I know. We need to talk."
What else has she heard, he wondered. Had she spoken to Obi-Wan? More likely than not; his old Master was as meddlesome as they come.
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"Are you alright? Your face, Captain Solo hit you fairly hard."
Padmé knew it was a silly, mundane question to ask in the midst of everything, but she had to start somewhere.
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Vader flexed his fingers, reminding himself that they were still real. He wanted to talk to her, he realized, to unburden himself like he had after his mother's death, but fury and abrupt, inexplicable terror suddenly rendered him mute. Padmé was the only person he had left. Part of him wanted to test that, to see just what it was that would finally tear the both of them apart, to give him final justification for everything that he had done. That in the end Sidious had been right, and she was just another thing that fettered him on the way to gaining greater power.
The other part of him desperately wanted her forgiveness.
He moved to catch her by the arm.
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But she couldn't let herself show that. She had to be strong. For everything and everyone that mattered to her.
And that included the one she feared.
Letting out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding, Padmé brought her eyes up to stare levelly at Anakin. She closed the distance between them and placed a hand, fingers splayed, against his chest.
"I was going to tell you. About Luke."
...And Leia. He had to know of Leia as well.
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"What do you know?" The question was ground out between his teeth, his gaze hotly intense upon her. "We never used to keep secrets from one another, Padmé. Talk to me."
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But Leia had said much, too much for Padmé to bear. She faced sleepless nights, tossing and turning while the echoes of tales of horrible things yet to happen float across her mind. Bringing her free hand up, she falteringly brushed her fingertips across Anakin's forehead, running them lightly through his hair.
She felt conflicted. There was a part of her that wanted to tell Anakin everything she's been told, of both Luke and Leia. Their acts of heroism, the part they played in restoration of order to the galaxy. But then there was another, nagging part that warned of what would happen if Anakin knew.