the man who can't be moved
"And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be,"- the script
Anakin would not move, his blue eyes staring, never blinking, into her tear-filled ones, Padme clutching desperately at the material of her green dress.
The sun was setting in Corsecunt, darkening the light sky with a mixture of black, and dark blue, small beams of light coming from the speeders racing through the sky. He glanced down, concerned, at his wife, who had closed her eyes and was no rocking back on her heels, muttering softly to herself.
"What happened?" he asked, gathering her petite form into his arms, the wetness of her cheeks wetting his shirt immediately.
"Nothing," she muttered softly back to him, wiping her eyes with her hands, glancing up at him, his head nestled onto of hers. Her soft curls tickled his chin, the wind howling through the open door, that lead onto the balcony, where a vast sight of Corsacunt was to be gazed upon.
She sighed forlornly, closing her eyes once more, her hands rising to curl around his neck, fingers instantly toying with the hair she found there. "We lost the vote," she told him, eyes filled with worry. "We lost the vote," she repeated, sadly, nestling her head into the crook of his neck.
"What does that mean?" he asked, genuinely concerned, his eyes staring down at her, a hand running soothing circles in the small of her back.
"We lost our hold over the Outer Rim, and the politics there fall to the planet leaders, most of which re either connected to the Separatists, or firm non-believers in the Senate, or the Republic. Basically, Ani, what I've worked on for almost a year now has been trampled on, and spat out by my fellow Senators." Padme sighed, a single tear slipping from her eye as she crumbled into his arms at the thought.
"I'm sorry," Anakin said, desperately wishing that those two words could fix every one of her problems, no matter how complicated they were.
"It's not your fault," she breathed out, her voice cracking with emotion. He lifted her head up, wiping away her freshly-split tears with a finger, smiling softly down at her, drinking in this sight.
His Padme. His wife.
She would remain by his side, no matter what happened. Padme had promised that, he had returned her promise, time after time.
He just had to save her, even if it meant succumbing to the Dark Side.
She was the only one he could ever love.
He would not move away from her, allow her to slip away from life, all because of their child.
He would sacrifice everything for her.
With that last thought, Anakin pressed a soft kiss onto the top of her head, drinking in the smell of jasmine.
"I love you," he whispered, making her smile with true happiness for the first time in weeks.
No more needed to be said.
He had to save his Padme.