The Endearment of a Twin-flame || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

7 - Angelic

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(y/n)'s POV
I could feel someone lightly shaking my shoulder, but the heaviness of my eyelids was making it difficult to acknowledge their attempts at getting me up, "(y/n)," My name was softly whispered close to my ear, the cold breath of this person fanned my cheek, "You're drooling." He whispered again.

I immediately shot up, feeling embarrassed if what he said was true. The paper I had been drawing on with Ahsoka was stuck to my cheek - thanks to the excessive drool, "Oh no." I grabbed the paper and peeled it off my face with a grimace.

"That's so attractive," Anakin teased, and I turned my gaze to see him bending down next to me. Ahsoka was already asleep in her bed behind him.

After Ahsoka interrupted our almost kiss earlier, she brought me up here to show me her collection of toys. After we got through about half of them, she suggested that we drink tea and draw together, that's the last thing I can remember.

I embarrassingly wiped my cheek with my sleeve,
"I must've fallen asleep mid-draw," I glanced down at the half completed—I want to say horse but it's more like a blob with triangles for ears. I am far from being artistically skilled, even Ahsoka's turned out better.

"Did you drink the tea?" He asked gesturing to the small pot in the middle of the table. I nodded and realization crossed his features. She drugged me, "It's infused with her anxiety medication since she doesn't like pills, and it can make you drowsy." He stood up and held his hand out to me, which I accepted.

"Are you saying your sister drugged me?" I asked with a chuckle. Thankfully Anakin was holding me up right now since I was mildly dizzy.

He nodded with an apologetic smile, "Sort of. To her it's just sleep-time medicine, she doesn't entirely understand what she needs it for. And she probably let you have some because she didn't want you to leave, since she knows she's not supposed to share it." He sighed as he glanced over to her sleeping figure. She looked adorable as the Princess-like lights that hung around her canopy illuminated her soft features.

"She probably enjoys the company of a girl," I implied.

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, clear adoration and love in his gaze, until he finally looked at me with a soft smile, "Do you have a curfew? My brother is going to be another hour or so, but I can take you home now if—"

I shook my head. One of the benefits of having your parent work graveyard shifts is that they're not around to enforce a curfew, "I don't have a curfew, and I wouldn't want you to wake her up either - I don't mind staying longer."

His smile grew, "Come with me, let's get whatever the hell is on your face, off."

"It's paint I think," I told him while he pulled me out of the room and I ran my free hand along my left cheek, feeling the thick line of dried paint.

"We don't have paint, she just likes to experiment. It doesn't burn right?" He asked with a raised brow as he brought me into his bathroom.

I shook my head, "No, but now you're making me nervous."

He chuckled as he grabbed a black rag and ran it under the sink water, "As long as it doesn't burn then you should be fine." He wrung the cloth, before facing me.