Meadowsounds---
- When I am with you, we stay up all night.
- When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
- Praise God for these two insomnias!
- And the difference between them.
- -Rumi
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When a man dwells on the pleasures of sense, attraction for them arises in him. From attraction arises desire, the lust of possessionand this leads to passion, to anger."
-The Bhagavad Gita
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When I think about that quote while reading Star Wars: The Magic of Myth, I can see that George Lucas really had his mind open to different cultures and ideas while creating Star Wars. He was passionate, he put his heart into creating a beautiful story, and now that I recently saw Star Wars: Episode II- Attack of the Clones, I really like Episode I now too. Sure Jar Jar Binky was a little annoying, but it really was different You could say that the prequel episodes are like the Italian Renaissance, there was a wealth of art and exploration, and the special effects (compared to the original trilogy) feed into the idea that this was a highly enlightened and cultured time (but it was far from perfect). When you compare that idea to the original trilogy, you could say that Episode IV, V and VI, are the Middle or Dark Ages. People are persecuted, planets and civilizations are completely destroyed, technology regresses, the old government is gone and while religion and philosophy in the Renaissance made the bold move to declare man the center of his world, and how his actions and thoughts can create and shape his world, the Middle Ages relied more on the power of the divine (or the Force). Anyway you slice it; I really love Star Wars. All of it.
- Also, the poem(s) and the title are from the poet Jelaluddin Rumi. It seems a little cheezy or odd to use his work in a fanfic like this, but his poems seem very passionate and you can interpret his love as romance or a spiritual love or longing for God. Either way, they evoke a certain feeling, and I think the relationship between Anakin and Padmé is very passionate (if tragic). Or you can take from this story something from a really cool poet. Everyone wins! (alright!)
- And now Anakin and Padmé do what most married couples do play Scrabble! ^.^
- (eh, sorry about that I've said too much)
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His neck smelled like hot sand when the sun first hits it in the morning. There isn't a scent like that in all the forests or the streams of her country. It had a pulsing sensation that almost burned her fingers as she smoothed down the rest of his body; her eyes watched his chest rise under the loosely gathered sheets, calm and meditative. He slipped from her touch and rolled over to face her. What she saw next briefly startled her, as Anakin fiercely sat up and grabbed her arms to stop her from retreating from him. Slowly his light-brown skin oozed its color onto the white bed, replacing his once young and unblemished complexion with sagging wrinkles and discolored pockmarks. He opened his mouth widely, and Padmé could see his bloody teeth smiling maliciously at her. He then licked his teeth with a pale flaccid tongue. His once blue eyes dulled into a cold, metal gray and she could see herself within his gaze. Looking there, she could see him running in the darkness and hear the rapid beating of his heart and lungs. He was screaming, and she could hear him falling and sinking in the darkness and landing in the abyss and he moaned. He moaned from the pain and the terror, and his betrayal where there once was reverence and joy, there was only pain now.
She wanted to look away or maybe look closer, "Anakin!" He gripped her harder, pressing her muscles together tightly and leaned her down until he almost towered over her.
"Anakin Anakin. please..." She gasped between her words and shut her eyes. How could the man she love treat her like this to hurt her so bad
Anakin, if you could have told me what was wrong, I could have helped you I would have understood—
His labored breathing was suffocating her, his Force was trying to squeeze her from the inside her tears were already spilling out without her control
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Anakin
