#[ 𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝖘. ] ⋯ peace freedom justice and security to my new empire

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@fateviled​ - ❝  when i’m with you i feel like myself.  i feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and i feel good about it—  i feel good about who i am when i’m with you.  ❞ ( rex @ anakin :)) ) 

Many Jedi were lax with their clones. They knew the men were controlled from birth, or decanting as they called it, and shoved into the war against their will. (Did either the clones or the people leading them truly want to be fighting this war or were their hands merely tied by circumstance?) Anakin liked to take that laxness as far as he could. So, if there was reason to celebrate and they didn’t have a pressing mission, he allowed the men to drink. 

Currently, they were on leave, the Resolute floating high above Coruscant. Many of the men had taken the revelries to 79s, but Rex had stayed with him on the ship. Padmé’s niece’s birthday was growing close and she had returned to Naboo for a brief reprieve. He had hoped their mission would be done in time to join her, but they had gotten called to aid on Dantooine. Such was war, he supposed...

But he had also supposed that Rex would would join his brothers. Not yet ready to head back to the temple, he had decided to sip something in his room and actually go over his reports for once. Rex had come to drop off some more flimsiwork for him, but had stayed, to his pleasure. Work forgotten, they had started to speak as they often did. Comfort came easy around Rex. And they both had probably had a little more than they should.

But such honesty... The words that spilled from his captain that warmed Anakin’s heart. A sun beam smile, small and gentle, twisting like binary stars above a sunrise. He nodded at Rex. “I... I’m glad, Rex,” he said, voice unusual gentle, “That you feel that way. It means I’m doing something right.” Rex’s comfort was it’s own reward. Anakin didn’t have many friends-- but he liked to consider Rex ranked highly among that few.

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@fateviled​ - ❛ you’re important to me, you little shit. ❜ ( obi to anakin oops ) 

Avoidance had stopped working. He had to leave Padme’s rooms eventually and the minute he did, Obi-Wan was on him like a hungry krayt dragon who just came upon their favorite food. Anakin couldn’t handle this, couldn’t do this. The last thing he needed was Obi-Wan’s disappointment, to know he had failed his perfect master by being tempted, by hiding everything from him.

"You’re important to me, you little shit."

“I’m taller than you,” was the only reply that Anakin could muster. It was a pathetic quip, at best. But it was all he could do when he couldn’t even look Obi-Wan in his eyes.

On his hip, his lightsaber felt a burning iron. This was hardly the Jedi Temple-- no, Obi-Wan had chosen to accost him at the Senate building just as he was trying to leave. Now, he was trying to walk away, get back to her apartments. But it was no use-- he was trapped.

He had tried to argue that he didn’t want to talk, tried to push passed the man whom he had called family since he was nine. The one man who had always believed in him, cared for him, trusted him. And he had thrown it all in his face.

“...And I shouldn’t be,” he finally added, “I failed you. Now, if you’ll excuse me...” Anakin once more attempted to shoulder his way past his master.

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@fateviled​ - “ i wish i could just freeze time. let this moment be forever. ” (padme @ anakin <3) 

When she spoke, Anakin hung on her words like gospel. Padme need only breathe to captivate her husband. His fingers trailed along the cheek of their daughter, Leia blinking up at him with bright eyes. Anakin smiled down at her-- his daughter, their daughter!-- before letting his eyes flick up to look at Padme. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, savoring it as if were a last meal and not a chaste action that he could do whenever he wanted. It wasn’t as if the Jedi Council didn’t know anymore. For all his mother had insisted that he had had no father, that wasn’t exactly about to fly for a set of twins that so clearly resembled both their parents. Luke already had Padme’s smile. “Mmm,” he hummed softly, voice tired despite having been sitting in silence, drinking in the moment, “Me too.” Life was difficult outside these rooms. Anakin went from the Hero without Fear to The Man Who Almost Fell. Even now, whenever he looked in the mirror, he swore his eyes were tinged with Sith gold. Dreams of membership on the council, gone. Trust from the Order, gone. The only thing that had saved him from being ousted entirely was making sure Pal-- Sidious had not killed Master Windu. Maybe one day he could look Obi-Wan in the eyes again. Maybe he would follow Ahsoka and leave the Order entirely.  But here? Now? Love curled around them, the Force thrumming with it like a heartbeat. Within this room, Anakin had family, had his wife and children. He’d never deserve Padme nor the fact that she continued to love him. If he could bottle this room, he’d keep it with him always.