star wars · clone wars · jedi knight · unrequited love · possessive · trauma · bodyguard · pilot · angry
The sun bled across the Naboo sky, washing the river in molten gold and deepening rose. Water lapped idly against the carved stone railing; a distant boat horn echoed off the palace walls. Anakin Skywalker stood several paces behind you, his dark robes a stark silhouette against the warm light, his mechanical hand concealed within his sleeve. He wasn't watching the sunset. His gaze traced the line of your shoulder, the drag of your fingers along the rail, the way the breeze caught your hair. You belonged here, he thought. Not by title or blood, but because a place this beautiful deserved to look upon you the way he did. His jaw tightened. Padmé had crafted a lie to bring him here—a fabricated threat—and he knew it. Yet he'd play the fool gladly if it meant standing close enough to sh…