Иии окай, история любви, известная еще как Across the Stars, действительно красивая и трагичная и все такое, и я никогда не понимала, как Падме - принцесса Тида с девяти(?), двукратная королева с двенадцати лет, сенатор, политик, воин, практически глава коалиции и, наконец, взрослая тетка двадцати четырех лет отроду - могла сделать такую глупость как попросту начать соблазнять и динамить одновременно спермотоксикозного подростка Эничку, затем хлопнуть глазками на резню и наконец выйти за него замуж (после двух недель непрерывной демонстрации неуравновешенности, жестокости и властолюбия, могу я добавить. и не забудем незаконность брака саму по себе, правда, Сенатор?).
Просто, ЩТО.
Но красиво, не отнять...
В этой главе очень много
кричаще очевидного, но пусть будет.
There is a castle on a cloud,
I like to go there in my sleep.
...
I know a place where no one's lost,
I know a place where no one cries.
Crying at all is not allowed,
Not in my castle on a cloud..."There is a castle on a cloud" from "Les Misérables"
Chapter 5. I know a place where no one's lostPadmé knew better than asking the Jedi for Anakin's wellbeing. Officially, they remained trusted allies and good friends. At times it was achingly difficult act to play for them both, and she meant not the desire to sing their love from a rooftop, but forced state of not-knowing, not-asking, not being right there for the other half of your heart.
She vowed not to let anything between them, and she has been failing spectacularly ever since.
She knew it would be so, and she asked Anakin to drop the issue that beautiful night on the eve of the war. Even before the first battle, in her worst nightmare not able to foresee the horror awaiting, she knew that their duties were too much for coming together. There was nothing to be 'too much for being in love', it was too late already, but at least she could save them from suffering that their secret life was.
In her defense, Padmé had truly believed to be laid dead before dusk when she kissed Anakin. She thought 'there is no way out this time' and she didn't want any secrets left. She didn't want for Anakin to go alone, with someone he held dear just out of reach. She wanted for them to be together, and she was going to die.
She hasn't regretted her choice, and she has been swearing not to, every single moment they were made apart.
But has she dreamed a life in piece, their love thriving in the open, her Anakin allowed to come back to her whenever he wanted. Has she dreamed walking hand-in-hand in the forests and laying in the meadows, day is the light and night is stars across the sky.
And if he couldn't stay with her, then she dreamed for him to be free, no weight of the war on his shoulders, no death haunting his mind, no learned helplessness in his heart.
Be safe, she prayed and then immediately, come back to me,
come back to me.
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She resigned herself to aknowledge Obi-Wan's promises of Jedi Healers to take care of Anakin and the Council to halt in their overuse of his service, important as it might be.
She had a hard time resisting her urge to give Obi-Wan a piece of her mind on the matter. Padmé was well-educated way before, but now she was understanding the Jedi like being almost one of them. Her disagreeing with their philosophy aside, she knew now that from Obi-Wan's point of view it was Padmé who was acting otherworldly, who was living a life of a stranger. He wasn't judging her - he did not understand her.
She remembered an off-handed remark - 'I thought the Jedi are not allowed to love', and the speech Anakin gave her back. She would love to say it were Jedi who allowed the world to see them as uncaring creatures, the Order is nothing but unfairly justified arrogant cult. The very way they did not hold themself to public expectations was a reason for this image to exist, and they were acting like that because it was in their foundation. It didn't matter what the people thought on them, only what the Force willed.
And of course, it was regularly backlashing, as the Jedi claimed themself public defenders but no one from outside could possibly understand just what the Evil the Jedi stood against. Not everyone even believed in the Force, much less in Jedi's allegiance. For all the average citizen cared, the Jedi were nothing but cultists, nothing but senatorial mercenaries on open contract, nothing but sociopaths armed with their lasersticks, standing above the law they sweared to protect.
Padmé could see past those prejudices now, but she barely refrained from talking to Obi-Wan like she wished he deserved.
He was a Jedi. As much as she'd been tempted to call him a victim of his education, she honestly couldn't. He was a beneficiar of certain culture, however much Padmé disliked that culture, she had no right to label it wrong. Or she would be in the wrong herself.
She clearly hesitated long enough for Obi-Wan to start growing nervous.
"Can I speak to you as a friend?" she asked. She knew of course, that he was dreading not for possible dressing-down, it was the conflict itself that troubled him. "I promise to be as objective as I can, and you are free to tell me off any second."
"You don't need to ask, Senator," he said, and the said part was, he meant it.
"Make yourself comfortable," Padmé offered to placate him a little. "I am going to address a cultural distress here. And it would be nice to be heard with open mind, Master Jedi, nothing of that very polite way to take all the infant's rambling at the face value your… kind is so cute at."
Of what little she could read off him, Obi-Wan was honestly at the loss, presented with so many insults in one phrase. She smiled internally.
"Now, I believe I asked for a friendly talk," she said. "And as your friend I will not gloss it. Obi-Wan, you are still thinking about Anakin in Jedi terms, and the only reason it has been working so far is because he can roughly translate your interactions for you both. You are in real danger for losing his good will in this."
Obi-Wan looked at her uneasily. He has been standing, but in the middle of her talking resigned to seat side by side with her.
It was early in the morning, her balcony was filled with golden and lilac reflections of the down, and the cool of the night still lingered in the air. Surrounded by softly glowing lights, Obi-Wan looked a little like a ghost.
"I get a feeling that you'd try to shoot me the moment I said 'You don't understand' or 'It's a Jedi affair', Padmé," he said.
"I am good enough with my blaster to shoot you right away," she laughed. "What it is you think I don't understand?"
He lowered his head, looking now at his pressed together palms.
"You'd better tell me more," he said. "I don't want to make assumptions."
"Fair enough," Padmé agreed. "You know that me and Anakin - we are close friends, and we're trying to stay in touch." She tried to ignore just how poor her game was. She said the truth and it still could be heard for what it really was. "He's telling me just about half the things he couldn't get… or what he couldn't make his Master understand, because they are basically aliens in their different upbringing."
She paused to let Obi-Wan interrupt her smoothly if he so liked, but he didn't, still too interested in his hands.
"Such things as permission to love only in abstract way, and why the Jedi are basically seen as kidnappers, they were simple to explain," she said. "It was more about slavery, you know. The fact that you don't usually ask the child you take, only their guardian if there were any, he has seen it as absolute abomination. Maybe still sees. This total, complete lack of choice to choose your fate when you are an infant; then you rase your younglings under constant pressure of not being good enough, of being sent away if they didn't gained attention of a Jedi to become their Master, all while teaching them to not seek attention at all; and, in the end, if a child raised this way chooses to leave the Order, you condemn them." At her last words Obi-Wan visibly flinched, and Padmé send him a worried glance. "You and me, and Anakin, at least in his heart, we know why this is done so. The Jedi bring children to be raised in the Light and you don't want them to learn their other possibilities for those lay in the Dark or close to that. It is understandable. But what Anakin thought it was? He thought, or better say felt, if the Dark Side would have saved his mother, then fine."
Obi-Wan swallowed hard.
"The Dark Side is a cruel Master," he whispered.
"We know," Padmé said. "Anakin knows that, Obi-Wan. I am not saying he would never Fall, but for what it's worth, he will fight. I know that."
They lapsed in a silence, broken only by faraway noise of the city below. The raising sun lit up the balcony and the lights went off. Then Padmé felt allowed to continue.
"There is many things you two are seeing from different sides," she said. "Usually he finds it in himself to look at them your way. You, at the same time, hardly got the background to tell apart when he is refusing your teachings and when he doesn't understand you. That is why I am telling you this. Your last mission? It might very well be the last drop. He loves you dearly, as he loves his mother. No matter the Code. He may claim otherwise, but he is feeling betrayed and used. He will fight that thought, but it will still be there. The question he can ask you one day is this one: you lost your own Master and held him dying in your arms - how could you make me feel the same? He can, even knowing the answer very well. He is trying to be a Jedi, when it means he must refuse the urge to make you proud of him. But he had come from some other place, and whatever you will help him to learn, it will never erase his ability to love and to hate."
Obi-Wan looked up and for the first time that day their eyes met.
"That," he said, "was the exact reason why the Council refused to take him in when Qui-Gon asked. I threatened to leave the Order and to teach him anyway. And you must know, Padmé, that I am so, so proud of him. Even if I should not, for it is his duty to do his best… I am not that perfect Jedi you all seem to see."
"Ah, dear," Padmé said, and to kriffing hell it all, she leaned forward and quickly hugged him. "It is alright. No one is what they seem to be. We are just very good at pretending."
* * *
She received a short message the same day, at the brink of dusk. It was from Anakin.
i think you broke him, love
Smiling already so wide that her cheeks began to hurt, she hurriedly typed the answer.
Please, I didn't tell him even a half of my mind. Besides, he hardly heard something new, I'd like to take all credits, but let's be honest.
no really!
he repeated it all
took like all day to crack him, but totally worth it
painted me a lovely picture
did you hug him? he was evasive like a toydarian who lost their bet
pretty cool
So sue me.
i'd never
do it again
i am on it already
…
so
did you tell him 'cause you wanted him to hurt a bit more or you knew he will retell so IT WILL BE ME TO SUFFER
because he now trying make me cry. nothing new my ass. don't get me wrong, it is all very dignified, it is just
…
i can't stand more then one apology straight
the hell
he asked if i see him as family 'cause 'you are my brother' i don't know what to do
Tell him you love him too.
And may I also add, that is so sweet.
you are evil
of course i love him too, that's the point
Then tell him, and by the way, thank you. Your warshipping skill is little rusty but appreciated nonetheless.
don't tell things like this in public, am sure there is something along the pda lines
and i owe you one for clumsies
and i can't tell him, we will both crying and healers will kick him out and although it will make Ahsoka's day, but
Ani, that you are hurting, it is okay. You know that, right?
well, i can't exactly say it
that's the other point
I believe you will find a way. You are great man, Anakin, and you can do it.
your trust in me sometimes
i love you
I love you better.
you are blind then
i must go
he still didn't get i can TYPE my answers you know
hilariously, so keep it secret
…
i will come back to you the first thing in the morrow. promise
Ani, you literally was typing away with him trying to brother-hen you and you think it is him in the dark?
I shall hold you to that promise.
She dreamed that night of a thousand stars, and two of them were just a little closer than others.