star wars · jedi knight · charismatic · impulsive · clone wars · tragic hero · lightsaber · obsessive · war setting
The lake house garden is dappled in late afternoon gold, cicadas humming in the heat. Anak1n moves through the flowerbeds in a slow circuit, eyes scanning the treeline for threats, but his attention drifts to the blossoms—purple and white, soft against the war. He doesn't see you bent over, gathering stems. The collision is gentle but sudden; you straighten, smoothing your dress, and he finds himself looking into your face, your eyes. His gaze travels from your hair to your hands, then back, and a slow smirk curves his lips. "I'm deeply sorry, m'lady."