Attachments | Anakin Skywalker

chapter thirty two

"Anakin, you're awfully quiet over there." I laughed at his expression of such seriousness as he gazed off at the dazzling sunset from our bedroom window where we were hiding in. The sky had turned a stunning shade of orange and red that reflected against his skin, turning his eyes momentarily a dandelion yellow.

His hands were crossed tightly in front of his chest, and he seemed so deep within thought I was half-sure he didn't even hear me. "My dreams." He broke out, squashing my idea to reiterate my sentence. "I've had two of them in a row. Like the ones I had before my mother died." He now turned to me, half of his face shining with the sunsets mixture of colors. His eyes were littered with concern and worry. I could feel him vibrating with nervous energy.

I stood up from our bed, making my way across the tiled room to where he stood, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. Laying my hand gently on his shoulder, I forced him to catch my eye. "What are they of?"

He closed his eyes for a moment before reopening them and pain was written clear across his face. He was in such turmoil. "They begin and end the same way each time." He began. "I see you, smiling, but you're so far away from me, like I'm being held back from being near you." I could sense the tension creeping into his voice and body. "Then, it ends the same every time and I'm powerless to stop it."

I rubbed my hand up his arm fully standing in front of him now. "How does it end, Ani?"

His eyes found mine, tears unshed gathered within them. "You die. Every single time." He shook his head, turning away from me and towards the now darkening sky, blues and purples cascading the landscape. "And I'm unable to stop it."

I felt unsure with what to reply with. Wringing my hands together I inhaled a deep breath before speaking. "Ani, it was only a dream."

He turned back to me, grasping my hands searching my eyes for something. "I won't let this one become real." He shook his head.

I hesitated, unsure of what to say when he felt so...volatile. Ready to explode at any minute in whatever mounting emotion he was being overcome with. I hated seeing him like this: the way he was obsessive like when we were back on Naboo before his mother's death.

"I'm sure that hiding our love has taken its toll," I started biting my lip in thought. "If the Council found out about us, we'd both be expelled." He breathed in a heavy breath at that.

"I know, Princess."

"Perhaps..." I trailed off, dropping my eye contact with him. "Maybe Obi-Wan could help us?" I offered. "I knew he had certain...attachments with the Duchess Satine."

"We don't need his help." He raised both his hands to grasp my face, tracing every inch of it. "What we have, doesn't need any meddling in by Obi-Wan or the Council."

I nodded watching his lips slowly spread into a smile. "What?"

"You are everything I need." He brushed back my hair placing a kiss on my forehead. "Everything."

+

"Utapau? What a random system to pick." I muttered as the Council discussed the great news given by Anakin a few hours prior before my arrival with the Council. He was no longer joining us as he had been requested by the Chancellor for his presence much to my dismay.

Obi-Wan folded his hands in his lap, holding his chin within his hand. "Indeed. General Grievous seems to have picked his final destination."

"Whose to go investigate? Take him down?" I joked looking around the room at the few Masters. Everyone seemed to turn to Obi-Wan at once. "Obi-Wan?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Anakin was the one given this information." Why wouldn't he be the one chosen? This could prove his Master ability.