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Padmé Amidala Naberrie ([personal profile] senateur) wrote2018-08-14 10:45 pm

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P a d m é
A m i d a l a
N a b e r r i e

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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah," he responds with mock-gravity. "Now there's a challenge I'm not sure I'm up for. If they are as formidable as you were, I think I would rather graciously bow out, with my dignity still intact." Unable to hold it in any longer, he grins at Padmé, enjoying the silliness of the moment.
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, dear heavens." His dry wit is in fine form now, as he pretends to consider the ramifications of what she's saying. "If they're that formidable, what could you possibly need me for?"

Not wanting to drag the conversation down with the serious answer she might give, he holds up a hand. "No, don't tell me. You wished to keep me from wasting away in bachelorhood, and decided to save me."
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
His nod is one of grave understanding and gratitude. "Thank you then, milady, for saving me from myself. To think, I would have continued my days, meditating, trying to teach patience to the perpetually-impatient, and amassing knowledge and wisdom such that I would rival the greatest Jedi Masters. Truly, it's a horrible fate, and I am in your debt for rescuing me."

It is now that Obi-Wan is struck with the thought he's been unable to capture, that niggling doubt and worry he's been suppressing since arriving here, alone with Padmé. Now that he is relaxed and enjoying her company, it is as clear as the lake they're overlooking.

The thought is this:
He could easily find himself falling in love with her.

After all, this conversation proves just how easily they can get along as friends, how well they enjoy each other's company. He isn't sure if it's a true premonition through the Force, or merely his trained talent for seeing patterns and outcomes, but he can see it happening easily, as smooth as glass.

And he can't let it.

Padmé has a long career as a senator ahead of her, and Obi-Wan is her protector. More, he is a Jedi Knight: despite being assigned to one person for the rest of her life, he cannot allow his emotions to cloud his judgment. Friendship is one thing, but love, a real relationship, even if she were amenable, goes against everything he's been taught.

Obi-Wan's smile slips slightly, but he turns to lean on the railing beside her, looking out over the horizon, hoping she will assume his mind has simply wandered to something else.

The truth is, currently he's not sure he could think of anything other than her.
It is the opposite of what he needs to be contemplating.
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Startled at her sudden retreat, he looks at her with slightly wide eyes. Even if she speaks casually, even if she doesn't suspect where his thoughts lie, there are no coincidences. He feels poorly for being the reason they're no longer sharing easy conversation and banter. "Padmé--"

What will he say to her? What can he say to her, that won't ruin this moment even more than his sudden epiphany already has?

Obi-Wan shakes his head. "No. No special requests. I have an adventurous palate and strong stomach," he jokes, giving her a smile that, while not as happy as before, is just as sincere.

If he can keep this, he could be happy. This, and nothing more, and he would still be happy.
It's a thin ledge, but he will try to walk it.
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
His smile widens affectionately at her teasing, but her reassurance makes him feel once again awkward in the situation.

"I'll probably go down to the lake and sit for a while." He glances back over the balcony. "It really is beautiful here."

Meditating, it seems, will continue to be a large staple of his life, for the foreseeable future. At least here, he can let his senses spread out and encounter nothing but wilderness and nature, and Padmé.

Maybe he'll practice focusing his Force-sense directionally. He could probably use the extra training.
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Secret Rendezvous

[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Another mission completed, another bit of downtime granted to Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker.

Anakin, as always, wanted to go visit Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, out of Senate for the season and back on Naboo. Obi-Wan really should have curtailed the frequency of the boy's visits to the Chancellor. Not that Palpatine seemed bothered by them; he seemed charmed by the boy, as much as a jaded politician could be, and Anakin had always been whip-smart and precocious, enjoying the company of adults and conversing with them. Obi-Wan just didn't have the heart to keep Anakin away from the one pseudo-friend he seemed to have.

Obi-Wan should have stopped the visit, but instead he'd agreed, letting Anakin stay in their rooms on Naboo, while he visited a nearby planet, trying - half-heartedly - to entice Anakin to join him, speaking of the natural waterfalls that changed hues as they fell, the lush gardenscapes of the local resorts on-planet. Anakin, as was typical, had no interest in nature, and waved him off with a wrinkle of his nose and a joking "have fun, old man Kenobi." To which Obi-Wan had responded "That's Master Old Man Kenobi to you, my young Padawan!"

It was night now, and the ethereal light that constantly played off the cascading waters reflects off the walls of the hotel room. Leaning forward on the bed, he presses a kiss to the naked shoulder beside him.

"We're missing quite the show," he murmurs. "Again."
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Obi-Wan takes just a few moments longer to gaze out at the lake and grounds, allowing Padmé time to make her way through the manor. He once again finds himself admiring the house as he walks leisurely through it, hands tucked into the sleeves of his robes.

He means to head out to the lake, or the garden on the side of the house, but instead finds himself standing just outside the kitchen opening, watching Padmé confidently prepare dinner. In moments like this, she's far away from the former Queen of Naboo, or even the current Senator for the planet; and yet she still bears that competence he sees in her frequently. It's something he's admired in her whenever their paths cross.

When he finds himself wondering if love is really such a detrimental emotion to feel for another person, he decides it's high time he start the meditation he told her he'd be doing, and heads out and toward the lake. He settles into the familiar position, and just the act of sitting this particular way has his mind calming down and his thoughts quietening. He soon finds himself in that space between lost and hyper-aware, his physical senses ignored while he lets himself feel his surroundings through the Force.

Fish, plants and all manner of creatures in the lake; birds, insects, reptiles and amphibians along the banks and in the flora surrounding the house; Padmé in the kitchen, a calm well of drifting thoughts and steady emotions. Even the manor itself has echoes of life surrounding it, a testament to the personalities that have inhabited it over the years. He likes the fact that the house feels warm, owing to the love and happiness that's dwelt there.

Time passes, but Obi-Wan takes no note of it.
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Anakin never has, and probably never will, accept Obi-Wan's invitations to whichever 'relaxing and rejuvenating spectacle' the Jedi Knight says he's visiting after a mission; unfortunately, Anakin still isn't very adept at picking up nuanced emotions through the Force. He might be able to feel Obi-Wan's surprise, but the disappointment at the sudden change in plans would be quickly hidden and never noticed by his apprentice.

Now, Obi-Wan's thoughts are focused on the woman laying beside him, his eyes drawn to hers. He gently catches her hand as she finishes stroking his beard, drawing it up to kiss her fingertips. "I can't imagine anything more beautiful than what I see right before me," he murmurs.
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
As the time passes, unnoticed by the Jedi, Obi-Wan allows his thoughts to peacefully drift, inspecting each as it floats through his head, but leaving them mostly uncensored. He's long since learned how to deal with even dark, negative thoughts constructively. (Something he wishes he knew how to teach his apprentice.)

Now, his thoughts circle around friendship, the bonds formed between individuals and how emotions can enhance or detract from his duty. How his duty has shifted significantly, but not actually changed: he's still charged with protection of those around him, but now he must center that protection on one individual before others. If, for example, Padmé and the Chancellor are together when there's an attack, Obi-Wan's duty is now to protect Padmé first, despite the Chancellor being of higher rank and influence politically. It's not so different than before, but even just putting her above others inherently means that he will be focused more on her at all times, and that's before factoring in that they will be living and traveling together all the time, constantly influencing each other's actions and thoughts.

There is nothing he can do to prevent his feelings for her from growing, and if he tries to stop them, it will very likely lead to frustration and anger, perhaps even resentment toward the Council or Padmé herself. It's the antithesis to all he was taught, but he was also taught never to hold one life above another, for all life is sacred and a part of the Force. But the fact that they have a week alone together tells him growing a bond is expected. So he will take this time, learn to relax and get used to being, if not in the same place, at least constantly by the same person's side. When he has the chance, he will speak with Master Yoda and ask for his counsel.

Becoming aware of changes in the environment, he senses Padmé moving toward him. He slowly comes back to himself, and notices more time has passed than he expected; his body begins registering that he's hungry, and while he's used to discomfort, his backside isn't entirely pleased to have been sitting lotus-style on the hard ground for so long. Obi-Wan stands and brushes off his robes as Padmé draws near, looking toward her and smiling peacefully in greeting.
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-16 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am honored that you hold the words of a humble Jedi in such high regards," he says seriously - and he means it, although there's also an undercurrent of affectionate teasing in his voice. His hand skims down her wrist and arm, before stopping at the bend of her elbow, fingers lightly caressing the crease and up her forearm. "My queen," he intones, using the private nickname he gave her shortly after they started this affair, over two years ago.

It's dangerous, what they're doing; it could irrevocably harm Padmé's political career, and get Obi-Wan expelled from the Order if their feelings for each other are learned. He understands the reasoning, because a Jedi isn't supposed to put any one person above the others, should have a clear head in both battle and politics...

But he can't help himself. Doesn't want to help himself, especially when they're together like this, sharing a quiet, intimate moment. He's in love with her, and it makes his days brighter, even when they're apart, just knowing that she's out there.
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-18 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
It hadn't been especially difficult to set Padmé up on a planet not far from Tatooine, where he could visit her if needed, keep an eye on her without her knowing how close she was to one of her children. The Outer Rim planets wanted nothing to do with the Republic, now the new Empire; for the most part the inhabitants kept their heads down and kept to themselves. Establishing the former senator as yet another refugee wanting anonymity hadn't taken much.

Obi-Wan hated to deceive her, letting her think her children were both so far away. But all these years of knowing her, he knew if she was aware of how close Luke was, she wouldn't be able to stay away. No matter how much she understood the risk, she wouldn't be able to help herself.

He understood that urge, because he had a hard time parting with her when he returned to Tatooine. She was broken, and he didn't know if time could heal her. He wasn't sure if time could heal himself, come to that. Anakin's betrayal had done so much damage to the lives of all those he cared about, those he proclaimed he wanted to protect at all costs.

There were days - many, many days - where he didn't leave his small hut in the desert. (He didn't know it, but already rumors were starting about the "hermit" who now lived in the wilderness outside of Mos Eisley.) He put away his lightsaber; buried it at the bottom of a chest of clothes and other sundry items that no one would think to dig through. A remnant from a life he had to put behind him.

But he could not abandon the Force. It still flowed through him, and slowly, he began to reconnect with it. At first, he had tried shielding himself from everything; tried turning his back on it. What had the Force ever done but bring death, and betrayal? No being should have access to that kind of power, for it only bred greed for more. Once arrogant and self-confident, Obi-Wan was a Jedi now broken, disillusioned.

But slowly, his grief lifted enough that he could again begin to see patterns, the past and present merging and weaving together to show what had happened.

He began meditating again. His grief was still strong, but other emotions began to take root. One word began to get echoed in his thoughts, and he clung to it.

Patience.

Years would unfold before anything could happen. He could do nothing but wait. Wait, and prepare himself mentally, and emotionally. He had time. That was all he had, now.

And then, one night like any other, the Force reached out to him. In a bout of fitful sleep, Obi-Wan had a prescient dream. Padmé, overcome with despair, unable to see past all that had transpired. Pushing her body until it was as broken as her spirit, unable to continue. After waking, he could still feel the echoes of her pain in his own mind and heart, as if they were tethered together by the Force itself.

Dreams, like any other sort of prophecy, were dangerous to try to fulfill, or subvert. In trying to do so, one could easily enable the very outcome they had been trying to avoid.

But Obi-Wan simply couldn't sit by and do nothing.

Packing a few spare clothes, he headed back to the planet he'd left Padmé on, intent to check on her, and help in any way that he could.

He arrived back on the planet five months after he had left, the current climate now nearing winter. It was late when he arrived where she now resided; such a meager, humble place, especially compared to the places he knew she'd been raised on Naboo. He knew she could live, could thrive anywhere, but it still hurt him to know this was how she was now forced to live.

Padmé deserved so much better. In all things. But they could not afford the scrutiny a better lifestyle would bring.

Stepping forward, Obi-Wan knocked on the door.
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-18 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Her emotions are easy to sense, partly due to the fact that his own mirror them; they are both angry at him for the measures he's been forced to take, to keep everyone safe. But he also feels when they slip away, leaving a disturbing absence in their wake. For a moment, Obi-Wan fears he's come too late. That Padmé has given up, but simply hasn't realized it yet.

He sees the knife as he cautiously enters, and it actually helps ease his mind. If she is still willing to fight to defend herself, hope isn't lost.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, keeping his head bowed, eyes cast downward. Let her take his apology however she likes - he is sorry for his part in all of it. For Anakin. For hurting her. For forcing her into this existence. For showing up on her doorstep, a reminder of the life she used to live.

But she is all he has left of that life, as well. When her children are grown, they will have no knowledge of what came before them. They will not share any of the memories of the better times. Betrayal and heartbreak has occurred, but he has begun to remember other pieces of his life, and he clings to them.

He just hopes Padmé can see past the darkness, and remember it as well. He wants her to have hope.
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[personal profile] whatimust 2018-08-18 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
He's circumspect in watching her, not wanting her to realize how intently he does so. He wishes he knew how to heal her, how to fix this. It seems everything he's done only makes things worse.

Patience.

If it takes years, if it takes a lifetime, he determines that he will help Padmé heal and become strong again.

"Please, don't trouble yourself," he says quietly. "I came uninvited, and unannounced." He won't tell her that the cold affects him more than even he had expected, after so many months in the desert of Tatooine. He will survive it.

He looks around the home, noticing the traces hinting at Padmé's current life. Work set out still, despite the lateness of the hour, the sparseness of her surroundings.

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