𝘈𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬?” ———- ~𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 ~𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘸𝘥 ~𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 #StarWarsRP #SWRP ———- [𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐦é 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐚]

While returning to her repulsorpod after brief recess, she slips by a cluster of senators opposing the argument she has spent the last three rotations fervently defending. Only barely does she stop herself from interjecting then and there.

Salting my wounds. And your own.

// child prodigy and perfectionist padmé of naboo would 100% understand black swan nina sayers btw

Meeting after meeting, she vainly argues against the creation of more clone troops, attempting to sway fellow senators to her position. She has yet to falter, and yet to allow unsavory words to scrape free when certain individuals blithely dismiss her.

It was a challenge, an everlasting task, not to agonize the loss of her dearest companion. In her finer moments, Padmé felt the gravity of her own longing purely, uncomplicated by other emotions. But there are periods, deep in the night, when her mind punishes her for the loss.

( A challenge in her eyes, playful. ) That was mine first.

It doesn’t matter.

( Biting back the comments that would have slipped free in her youth, but only barely. Being in the other’s company had a way of conjuring quieted emotions. ) No. I don’t.

Right.

I didn’t know you liked.. that.

So—?

Physically built? Elaborate.

<- Too damn old for these feelings from adolescence, painfully aware of the fact.

I noticed.

“Hello Padmé”. ( Echoed back, mimicking her voice startlingly well. )