Title: Vow
Author: Xehra xehra1@hotmail.com
Category: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Anakin has disturbing dreams...
Setting: Prior to AOTC, prior to dreams of Shmi
Archive: Thousand Fountains, Wolfie's Den and anyone else who wants it, just drop me a line so I can visit!
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns the Star Wars galaxy and all the people and places in it. I make no money from this story.
Spoilers: For AOTC
Feedback: Pretty please! Always appreciated.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd, so all the clumsy sentence construction is mine. Inspired by 'El Tango de Roxanne' from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, from whence the lyrics come.
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The Vow
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Anakin woke. He was sweating, and in the split second between awakening and full consciousness he thought he was back on Tatooine. As always, the realisation that he was, in fact, in the quarters he shared with his Master in the Jedi Temple took a moment to register.
He turned on the lamp with a thought and sat up, blinking. He'd had the dream again. The one that felt so real. The one that made him want to break something. Preferably bones...
He breathed out slowly, forcing his racing heartbeat to slow and willing the anger in his heart to subside. Obi-Wan had taught him many techniques for releasing such emotions into the Force but they always seemed to desert him at times like this.
He grimaced slightly and lay back upon the pillow again. Why did he keep having this dream?
***
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin...
***
It was always Padmé. Padmé and another man. When Anakin thought about them together he felt the rage build inside him again. They were touching. Kissing.
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It's more than I can stand...
***
And Padmé always looked so beautiful. Draped in delicate lace, her perfect features as serene and exquisite as the day he'd last seen her. Before he came to the Temple, and after Qui-Gon died.
This man, this... bastard - he was gazing into her eyes, and kissing her. Anakin had never felt such fury. Who was this stranger, who was took such liberties? Who she allowed to press his lips against hers?
***
El alma se me fue; (My soul has left me)
se me fue el corazon (my heart has left me)
***
All he knew was that this beau was not a full man. He had seen that much. Out of the sleeve of his tunic, a biomech arm was visible, golden in the fading rays of the sun.
Whoever this man was, Anakin vowed, he would hunt him down. And kill him.
END
Author: Xehra xehra1@hotmail.com
Category: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Anakin has disturbing dreams...
Setting: Prior to AOTC, prior to dreams of Shmi
Archive: Thousand Fountains, Wolfie's Den and anyone else who wants it, just drop me a line so I can visit!
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns the Star Wars galaxy and all the people and places in it. I make no money from this story.
Spoilers: For AOTC
Feedback: Pretty please! Always appreciated.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd, so all the clumsy sentence construction is mine. Inspired by 'El Tango de Roxanne' from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, from whence the lyrics come.
~~~~~~
The Vow
~~~~~~
Anakin woke. He was sweating, and in the split second between awakening and full consciousness he thought he was back on Tatooine. As always, the realisation that he was, in fact, in the quarters he shared with his Master in the Jedi Temple took a moment to register.
He turned on the lamp with a thought and sat up, blinking. He'd had the dream again. The one that felt so real. The one that made him want to break something. Preferably bones...
He breathed out slowly, forcing his racing heartbeat to slow and willing the anger in his heart to subside. Obi-Wan had taught him many techniques for releasing such emotions into the Force but they always seemed to desert him at times like this.
He grimaced slightly and lay back upon the pillow again. Why did he keep having this dream?
***
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin...
***
It was always Padmé. Padmé and another man. When Anakin thought about them together he felt the rage build inside him again. They were touching. Kissing.
***
It's more than I can stand...
***
And Padmé always looked so beautiful. Draped in delicate lace, her perfect features as serene and exquisite as the day he'd last seen her. Before he came to the Temple, and after Qui-Gon died.
This man, this... bastard - he was gazing into her eyes, and kissing her. Anakin had never felt such fury. Who was this stranger, who was took such liberties? Who she allowed to press his lips against hers?
***
El alma se me fue; (My soul has left me)
se me fue el corazon (my heart has left me)
***
All he knew was that this beau was not a full man. He had seen that much. Out of the sleeve of his tunic, a biomech arm was visible, golden in the fading rays of the sun.
Whoever this man was, Anakin vowed, he would hunt him down. And kill him.
END