Today's snippets
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morgynleriMore of the As It All Burns AU.
Some Padmé/Sabé:
Padmé wakes soon after the sun rises, light painting the inside of her eyelids as red as the blood that had painted her dreams. She's warmer than she's been since she left Naboo, arms wrapped securely around her that had become as familiar as her own. Turning away from the sun, she buries her face in Sabé's shoulder, sliding her arms around to cling to her.
"You're safe. We're safe." It isn't true, won't be true until the others are all gathered here. Until it's not merely her and Sabé, until they're more than Amidala, more than two women alone in the dark, stark-faced and elaborately masked.
"There is no safety." Her voice sounds thin to her ears, and Padmé squeezes her eyes tighter shut, her grip on Sabé's shoulders harder and more desperate. "Rabé, Eirtaé, Saché. Moteé, Ellé, Dormé. You and I. We are all that remains, and I don't know if that's even true."
"They will find their way here. You are not alone, my queen." Sabé's voice is richer, but stripped of the softness that once had marked their quiet space, when they were just them in the royal quarters of Naboo, the others sleeping in other rooms around them. They have all become leaner and harsher in this world.
Padmé wants to hope Sabé is right, that the others live and will find their way out of the fallen Republic to her side. Even if she is wrong there, at least Padmé has her, has Sabé. Is not alone to face the rebuilding of Naboo and the Republic from the ashes, when she is not yet certain where to begin.
And some Obi-Wan & Maul:
Obi-Wan wakes to a snarl that if he doesn't let go, they'll figure out how to make a prosthetic, pushing himself away from Maul as quickly as he can extricate himself from the tangle of sheets in the center of the sheets.
"What were you dreaming?" Maul is shoving away from the bed even as he speaks, turning once he's paced to the half-fallen wall at the far end of the room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Obi-Wan runs a hand through his hair, trying to sort the images that are all jumbled together in his head. "The usual death and destruction." Those images are familiar and he can dismiss some of them easily. "A girl? She was yelling, but I couldn't hear what she was trying to say. There was too much noise? Or distance."
Obi-Wan can hear Maul continuing to pace as he scrubs at his face. "My Master, blood on his face. An older man I think is Dooku - my Master's Master - and Queen Amidala." He pauses, his brow furrowing. "I think there were two of her, actually. Not her as a handmaiden and a handmaiden as decoy, but two women with the face-paint on."
Some Padmé/Sabé:
Padmé wakes soon after the sun rises, light painting the inside of her eyelids as red as the blood that had painted her dreams. She's warmer than she's been since she left Naboo, arms wrapped securely around her that had become as familiar as her own. Turning away from the sun, she buries her face in Sabé's shoulder, sliding her arms around to cling to her.
"You're safe. We're safe." It isn't true, won't be true until the others are all gathered here. Until it's not merely her and Sabé, until they're more than Amidala, more than two women alone in the dark, stark-faced and elaborately masked.
"There is no safety." Her voice sounds thin to her ears, and Padmé squeezes her eyes tighter shut, her grip on Sabé's shoulders harder and more desperate. "Rabé, Eirtaé, Saché. Moteé, Ellé, Dormé. You and I. We are all that remains, and I don't know if that's even true."
"They will find their way here. You are not alone, my queen." Sabé's voice is richer, but stripped of the softness that once had marked their quiet space, when they were just them in the royal quarters of Naboo, the others sleeping in other rooms around them. They have all become leaner and harsher in this world.
Padmé wants to hope Sabé is right, that the others live and will find their way out of the fallen Republic to her side. Even if she is wrong there, at least Padmé has her, has Sabé. Is not alone to face the rebuilding of Naboo and the Republic from the ashes, when she is not yet certain where to begin.
And some Obi-Wan & Maul:
Obi-Wan wakes to a snarl that if he doesn't let go, they'll figure out how to make a prosthetic, pushing himself away from Maul as quickly as he can extricate himself from the tangle of sheets in the center of the sheets.
"What were you dreaming?" Maul is shoving away from the bed even as he speaks, turning once he's paced to the half-fallen wall at the far end of the room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Obi-Wan runs a hand through his hair, trying to sort the images that are all jumbled together in his head. "The usual death and destruction." Those images are familiar and he can dismiss some of them easily. "A girl? She was yelling, but I couldn't hear what she was trying to say. There was too much noise? Or distance."
Obi-Wan can hear Maul continuing to pace as he scrubs at his face. "My Master, blood on his face. An older man I think is Dooku - my Master's Master - and Queen Amidala." He pauses, his brow furrowing. "I think there were two of her, actually. Not her as a handmaiden and a handmaiden as decoy, but two women with the face-paint on."
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