Padme's P.O.V
I looked down at Vader and slowly cleaned his wounds, coincidentally caressing his face. I was suprised at how easy he submitted after I started touching is face, he froze almost like he was afraid... I should look into that, having scars you won't explain and being reluctent to let people touch you-even if its just to help- is never a good sign. After about half and hour I had finshed cleaning his face and wounds I paused "I've finshed cleaning them." I said
"Is it noticable that their diffrent?" he asked, I looked at him
"No? Why-" I asked but then I stopped I was lucky he was letting me in, even if only barely, I shouldnt push my luck "Nevermind, the only real diffrent it'll make is that they'll hurt less and will have a lower chance of getting infected. Do you want me to treat it?"
"No." he said, and suddenly I saw him as the cold superviser who could kill me again, he stood up and a fear I didnt want planted in my stomach, I looked up at him and gulped, then a call rang and I ran to the door
"I will go get a copy of the report Lord Vader." I said, and then I left, the last thing I saw was him flipping his hood over his head.I though about the encounter all day, especially his scars. Maybe I was wrong earlier, when I thought that him and his master were cruel, maybe, his master was the cruel one, maybe, just maybe, Vader was the victem.
After all, master was a word with some not so good meanings, and maybe this whole time I was seeing the wrong one...
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General FictionPure fluff, sloooow burn but also kinda not, no angst or lore, Vader is unburnt, Vader and Padme are the same age.