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tampered2008-06-12 10:08 pm
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Log: Ongoing
When; Friday 13th June [Evening]
Rating; PG at most
Characters; Anakin Skywalker [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coercible] and Padmé Amidala [__amidala__]
Summary; Back from his time away, Anakin finally decides it's time to answer some of those questions that Padmé's been asking. It's time for a little Q&A between the loving couple.
Log;
Eleven days.
Eleven days spent away from the people he cared about. All that time spent trying to order his thoughts and he still wasn't sure he'd managed to. But there was only so long he could keep away. Especially with everything else that was happening at the moment. It wasn't fair on the others for him to abandon them like he had. And so he'd returned.
He'd managed to put it off for longer than he had thought; a conversation about the future, and all in entailed. It wasn't something he particularly wanted to talk about, but he knew the conversation needed to happen. For Padmé, for him, for each of the others. But he still hadn't made any attempt to seek her out for the conversation. It would happen, he just didn't know when.
He was sat cross-legged on the floor, a myriad of pieces of machinery scattered around him. Had this been ten years ago, the sight wouldn't have been all that uncommon in the halls of the Jedi Temple. Though where they were pieces of droids, these were the components of a small repulsorlift engine. The same one that had been sat in the apartment a few weeks ago. He'd returned earlier that day to collect the parts, in search of something else he could use to distract himself. Only this time, it would be more productive.
Hunched over a small piece of metal, Anakin was absorbed in his work, using it to keep his mind clear from all that had plagued him the past weeks. Another turn of the hand and a piece fell away, joining the rest of the mess. Organised mess, of course. Without looking, a hand reached out for a component sat behind him, and he was fixing it in place quickly. This was so much simpler than anything else he'd faced recently.
Rating; PG at most
Characters; Anakin Skywalker [
coercible] and Padmé Amidala [__amidala__]Summary; Back from his time away, Anakin finally decides it's time to answer some of those questions that Padmé's been asking. It's time for a little Q&A between the loving couple.
Log;
Eleven days.
Eleven days spent away from the people he cared about. All that time spent trying to order his thoughts and he still wasn't sure he'd managed to. But there was only so long he could keep away. Especially with everything else that was happening at the moment. It wasn't fair on the others for him to abandon them like he had. And so he'd returned.
He'd managed to put it off for longer than he had thought; a conversation about the future, and all in entailed. It wasn't something he particularly wanted to talk about, but he knew the conversation needed to happen. For Padmé, for him, for each of the others. But he still hadn't made any attempt to seek her out for the conversation. It would happen, he just didn't know when.
He was sat cross-legged on the floor, a myriad of pieces of machinery scattered around him. Had this been ten years ago, the sight wouldn't have been all that uncommon in the halls of the Jedi Temple. Though where they were pieces of droids, these were the components of a small repulsorlift engine. The same one that had been sat in the apartment a few weeks ago. He'd returned earlier that day to collect the parts, in search of something else he could use to distract himself. Only this time, it would be more productive.
Hunched over a small piece of metal, Anakin was absorbed in his work, using it to keep his mind clear from all that had plagued him the past weeks. Another turn of the hand and a piece fell away, joining the rest of the mess. Organised mess, of course. Without looking, a hand reached out for a component sat behind him, and he was fixing it in place quickly. This was so much simpler than anything else he'd faced recently.