A/N: Okay, when I was writing this I couldn't remember whether Queen
Amidala had blue or brown eyes in the movie, personally I was looking at
Anakin.and yes, he has blue eyes. But anyways, I wrote both. I wrote the
one for blue eyes first, but I like the brown eyes one, I did more
revisions and that's her actual eye color, so I'll put that one first.
Read which ever one you want.or both.and please.please.PLEASE review
me!!!!!!
Any-whoo, this is Anakin thinking about Amidala, sometime between Episode I
and II.the end of thoughtful, sensitive, cutie Anakin and the transition to
possessive, perverted Anakin.although the possessive perverted Anakin is
played by one cute guy.
BROWN EYES:
I remember her strength most of all. The first time I met her, I was captured in those dark, warm eyes. The were like muddy rivers too full to see what was concealed at the bottom.they were wrapped in mystery-the contents hidden behind her shadowy soul, the deep muddy puddles set within her face. Her young, soft, comforting face. Her face was so beautiful. And yet.so sad. So very sad. Maybe that mysterious layer of silt in her eyes was supposed to hide the sadness, to keep others from knowing, to keep it inside. Nobody that young should be so sad and alone. You could see the burdens of her life taking its toll on her face and essence. She was too young to be so burdened. No one that small and gentle should be that sad.not yet.
In her eyes you could see the sorrow of someone forced to grow up too soon. Maybe that's what made me pine for her.the need to ease that slow, sad sorrow burdening her soul, the impulse to clean that river, rid her of the layers of somber silt resting in her eyes and blocking her substance, take the pain away, let her frolic through the clear, unlaiden waters of a fresh brook, the longing overpowered me. No one deserves the weight of many worlds delicately balanced on their shoulders so soon.so many fates tied to her every move. That longing for freedom, that sad face, those muddy, quiet, sorrowful eyes.those are the burdens of a queen. And maybe it's my duty to help her forget.
BLUE EYES
I remember her strength most of all. The first time I met her I was captured within those deep azure eyes. They were like puddles of though.pools of mystery buried deep inside her face. Her young, soft, warm face. Her face was so beautiful, and yet, so sad. So very sad. Her body weighed down by the burdens of her life. She was too young. No one that small and gentle and young should be that sad, not yet. Her face showed the burdens of one forced to grow up too fast. It was so much so soon. Maybe that's what made me pine for her, the want to ease that slow, sad sorrow burdening her soul overpowering me. No one deserves the weight of many worlds delicately balanced on their shoulders before they know what they're balancing. And that longing for freedom, that sad face, those quiet sorrowful eyes, those are the burdens of a queen.and maybe it's my duty to help her forget.
BROWN EYES:
I remember her strength most of all. The first time I met her, I was captured in those dark, warm eyes. The were like muddy rivers too full to see what was concealed at the bottom.they were wrapped in mystery-the contents hidden behind her shadowy soul, the deep muddy puddles set within her face. Her young, soft, comforting face. Her face was so beautiful. And yet.so sad. So very sad. Maybe that mysterious layer of silt in her eyes was supposed to hide the sadness, to keep others from knowing, to keep it inside. Nobody that young should be so sad and alone. You could see the burdens of her life taking its toll on her face and essence. She was too young to be so burdened. No one that small and gentle should be that sad.not yet.
In her eyes you could see the sorrow of someone forced to grow up too soon. Maybe that's what made me pine for her.the need to ease that slow, sad sorrow burdening her soul, the impulse to clean that river, rid her of the layers of somber silt resting in her eyes and blocking her substance, take the pain away, let her frolic through the clear, unlaiden waters of a fresh brook, the longing overpowered me. No one deserves the weight of many worlds delicately balanced on their shoulders so soon.so many fates tied to her every move. That longing for freedom, that sad face, those muddy, quiet, sorrowful eyes.those are the burdens of a queen. And maybe it's my duty to help her forget.
BLUE EYES
I remember her strength most of all. The first time I met her I was captured within those deep azure eyes. They were like puddles of though.pools of mystery buried deep inside her face. Her young, soft, warm face. Her face was so beautiful, and yet, so sad. So very sad. Her body weighed down by the burdens of her life. She was too young. No one that small and gentle and young should be that sad, not yet. Her face showed the burdens of one forced to grow up too fast. It was so much so soon. Maybe that's what made me pine for her, the want to ease that slow, sad sorrow burdening her soul overpowering me. No one deserves the weight of many worlds delicately balanced on their shoulders before they know what they're balancing. And that longing for freedom, that sad face, those quiet sorrowful eyes, those are the burdens of a queen.and maybe it's my duty to help her forget.