The sun was setting, and it gave a peaceful orange glow that seemed to
hover above the calm waters. With such peacefulness, one would expect a
person to be relaxed. Not this person. As the darkening sky approached, the
shadows played across his unsmiling face. With his dark blue eyes staring
into the darkness without emotion, he looked dangerous.
"Ani? What are you doing out? It'll get cold in a minute. You hate the cold, remember?" Anakin Skywalker turned with a lopsided grin, his face suddenly seeming young and boyish once more. He spread out his hands, one made of flesh and blood, and the other, pure mechanic.
"You forget, Jedi's robes are made to keep you from feeling too cold." He took a step towards her, his keen eyes focussing on the newcomer, and his thoughts flew back to ten years ago.
Are you an angel?
She did looked like an angel to him then, even though people chalked it up to premature raging hormones, and she still looks like an angel to him. Anakin blinked slightly as Padmé, the senator of Naboo, snapped her fingers at him. "Ani? What's wrong? Are you thinking about your hand again?" When Anakin stared back at the darkness, Padmé sighed, like a person who had gone through this conversation many times. "Anakin, I told you. Having an artificial arm does not make you less of a man."
Apparently, it was the wrong subject to touch on, as Anakin glared at her, his eyes burning with anger, his good hand clenched tightly. "I don't need your pity," he shouted. "I don't need anyone's pity! Just leave me alone!" He pushed her away, somewhat violently, and stomped back into the room, leaving Padmé stunned, and afraid of this rarely shown sight of Anakin.
To be continued…
A/N: This is my first fic so I don't know if its good or not. R/R please… but I would be thankful if you spare me the flames. I don't want to get my ego trampled on my very first fic…I promise, you can do it for the next! =)
"Ani? What are you doing out? It'll get cold in a minute. You hate the cold, remember?" Anakin Skywalker turned with a lopsided grin, his face suddenly seeming young and boyish once more. He spread out his hands, one made of flesh and blood, and the other, pure mechanic.
"You forget, Jedi's robes are made to keep you from feeling too cold." He took a step towards her, his keen eyes focussing on the newcomer, and his thoughts flew back to ten years ago.
Are you an angel?
She did looked like an angel to him then, even though people chalked it up to premature raging hormones, and she still looks like an angel to him. Anakin blinked slightly as Padmé, the senator of Naboo, snapped her fingers at him. "Ani? What's wrong? Are you thinking about your hand again?" When Anakin stared back at the darkness, Padmé sighed, like a person who had gone through this conversation many times. "Anakin, I told you. Having an artificial arm does not make you less of a man."
Apparently, it was the wrong subject to touch on, as Anakin glared at her, his eyes burning with anger, his good hand clenched tightly. "I don't need your pity," he shouted. "I don't need anyone's pity! Just leave me alone!" He pushed her away, somewhat violently, and stomped back into the room, leaving Padmé stunned, and afraid of this rarely shown sight of Anakin.
To be continued…
A/N: This is my first fic so I don't know if its good or not. R/R please… but I would be thankful if you spare me the flames. I don't want to get my ego trampled on my very first fic…I promise, you can do it for the next! =)