Knights and Eros Bound
Chapter 16
The friends spent the rest of the afternoon apart, yet each still
distinctly aware of the others presence. To Anakin, it was a relief to
be alone and yet not lonely. The lingering shadows of Kampher and
Schurke (who, to Anakin's relief, had not taken a lover on this
journey) were like a whiff of perfume. Always just with in reach.
Anakin found a relatively quiet place aboard the ship where he could
meditate. He found it surprisingly easy to relax today. Perhaps it was
Kampher's calm bearing that he shared, but either way, he would take
the small things as they came. In his meditative state, he reached out
for Padmé's presence. It was very late back on Coruscant, and she
would most likely be asleep, but still.
Yes, there she was. he could almost see her roll over in their (all
too rarely) shared bed, and take the pillow he had slept on in her
arms. A poor substitute, but at least a comforting one. He willed
himself to her, to try to brush her consciousness with his own.
Assurance, tenderness, love. to his surprise, he felt an answering
presence. Padmé had never been trained in the use of the Force but
sometimes he could swear she had an intuitive response to it. Indeed,
the sensations he felt were not merely a reflection of his own, but a
distinct. reply. love, solace. and perhaps a bit of pure longing.
Delicately and almost resentfully, he began to pull away. They would
be meeting for supper tonight and perhaps would at last address the
issue they had been evading for almost the entire journey.
Gris.
Chapter 16
The friends spent the rest of the afternoon apart, yet each still
distinctly aware of the others presence. To Anakin, it was a relief to
be alone and yet not lonely. The lingering shadows of Kampher and
Schurke (who, to Anakin's relief, had not taken a lover on this
journey) were like a whiff of perfume. Always just with in reach.
Anakin found a relatively quiet place aboard the ship where he could
meditate. He found it surprisingly easy to relax today. Perhaps it was
Kampher's calm bearing that he shared, but either way, he would take
the small things as they came. In his meditative state, he reached out
for Padmé's presence. It was very late back on Coruscant, and she
would most likely be asleep, but still.
Yes, there she was. he could almost see her roll over in their (all
too rarely) shared bed, and take the pillow he had slept on in her
arms. A poor substitute, but at least a comforting one. He willed
himself to her, to try to brush her consciousness with his own.
Assurance, tenderness, love. to his surprise, he felt an answering
presence. Padmé had never been trained in the use of the Force but
sometimes he could swear she had an intuitive response to it. Indeed,
the sensations he felt were not merely a reflection of his own, but a
distinct. reply. love, solace. and perhaps a bit of pure longing.
Delicately and almost resentfully, he began to pull away. They would
be meeting for supper tonight and perhaps would at last address the
issue they had been evading for almost the entire journey.
Gris.