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Padmé Amidala Naberrie ([personal profile] senateur) wrote2018-08-16 10:41 pm

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𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒: padmé amidala



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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-15 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Then I will be there shortly.

[ And he is. About an hour later, Kylo's black car pulls up outside. A few minutes after that, he's ringing Padmé's doorbell with a package in his arms. ]
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-18 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Between the car and Padmé's door, Kylo thinks and rethinks his gift a good dozen times- but his disquiet evaporates in the moment she welcomes him inside.
And he is welcome. There's no doubt. ]


Something from the farm.

[ He unwraps the insulating layers and presents her with it: a bottle of very much the right colour milk. ]

I thought you might appreciate something familiar.
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-23 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's exactly the reaction he'd hoped for. His smile is sly, his delight at her surprise entirely clear. He watches her like she's the one giving him a gift. ]

I'll tell you, if you can keep a secret.
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-25 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
There's a bantha on the farm.

[ No, he can't help it. He laughs, his face breaking into a completely ridiculous grin that he will absolutely refuse to admit he's capable of later, because what he's telling her is absurd. It's utterly absurd. But it's true, and part of him has been wanting to yell it since he first opened his eyes and saw the giant, hulking creature he'd made.

He made something. ]


I dreamt her. I brought her out from a dream.
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is incredible. Kylo's no stranger to power- he's capable of immensely terrifying things well beyond the limits of regular human beings. But creating life? No. There is nothing in him that can make things better.

Or so he thought.

He nods, his lips still pulled into a strangely warm, unpracticed curve. ]


It's a power my friend shared with me. We... [ he pauses, a rush of fierce, powerful joy rising. He'd like Padmé to meet Ronan. ] We dream together.
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-25 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ He wants to thank her, for being someone he can tell- it's a strange thing to hold a secret with such potential for warmth rather than destruction. There have been times the sheer joy of what he's discovered with Ronan feels as impossible to contain as the fury of his pain, ready to burst through his skin if he dares dwell on it.

But he hasn't the right words, so he simply watches the delight on her face. He did that. This is his work. ]


Ready to take a drive?
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-29 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ He spins the car keys idly in his hand as she gets her things together- it's a tic that matches one of his father's, though he isn't consciously aware of it. He'd be far more likely to link it to the smoothly fluid lightsaber flourishes he finds himself describing though the air in the the space between taunt and attack, if asked.

But the keys belong to the car that his father gave him, an object that belongs firmly here, in this world. He opens the door for her, stalks around to the other side in long, purposeful strides and folds himself behind the wheel, lips tugging into a curl as he starts the engine and peels them away from the curb.

It's not piloting, but it doesn't have to be. ]


You said you'd worked a garden, as a child?
Edited (i accidentally a whole word) 2019-01-29 01:52 (UTC)
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-29 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He glances across. It's not exactly necessary- he could simply reach out with his senses to feel the soft smile playing across her face- but for all his protestations to the contrary Kylo finds it exceptionally difficult to let go of the past. He lost Padmé once before, something that sits at the back of his mind and rears up from time to time, urging him to do something, anything--

But she's here now. Right there. His lips quirk, and his attention slides back to the road. ]


Mountains. [ He pauses, mulls it over. He begins to build an image in his mind. ] On Naboo? There must have been... mountain streams. Waterfalls.
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-29 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's difficult not to be affected by the depth of her love for the planet of her birth, her home- it spills out of her as she speaks, too much for her words to contain. ]

Perhaps, one day, you could show it to me. [ He pauses, briefly. There's almost no way she could know what he'd meant by that- a realisation that flashes over his face rapidly. ]

Your memory of it. It's an ability I possess.
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-01-31 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's never easy, trying to explain how he does any of the things he does, but he has a particularly deep well of patience to draw from when it comes to his grandmother. His eyes stay steady on the road, but his lips tug towards a soft curve. ]

I find the connection through the Force. I could follow your thoughts to any memory you wanted to share with me.

[ Of course that isn't all he could do with the ability... but he isn't keen to advertise that aspect of his power. ]

I would see it as you do, in your mind.
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[personal profile] photophobic 2019-02-05 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He supposes in a way what he's suggesting is not that much different from asking Padmé to tell him stories- a theory he finds supported by the subject of her offer. These are things she wants him to have, slices of her history she thinks he would like. He nods. ]

Anything you want to share with me. The things you want me to have. I knew nothing of either of you in our own galaxy.

[ He pauses as if he hears the way his voice drifts towards bitterness, as if he notices the way his fingers are tightening their grip on the wheel. But if he was making an attempt to banish it, he fails. The tension under his words lingers. ]

I intend it to be different, here.