A/N This was super fun to "listen" to. Hopefully you enjoy reading it, as much as I did writing it!
Ellé Moteé
Ellé: As a Naboo handmaiden, we learned how to apply Padmé's makeup and style her hair quickly and efficiently.
Moteé: When Anakin became a permanent part of the equation, we learned to be even faster.
Ellé: We traded complicated updos for demurer down-styles. Despite our arsenal of extra hairpins, Anakin made it his mission to unravel even the most secure of our designs. Eventually, we forfeited a battle we were never going to win.
Moteé: It was far easier to hide her salaciously tousled curls with a loose braid or casual twist.
Ellé: Do you remember how that relaxed trend took hold of Theed?!
Moteé: Oh, I do remember that! Hoods had been all the rage when she was Queen. Then, the more she wore her hair down…
Ellé: Or rather had it taken down for her…
Moteé: The more the younger girls and women wore theirs fully down too!
Ellé: Or half-up, half-down with soft, romantic curls – Anakin's favorite. My niece was so frustrated that her stick straight hair was incapable of holding a wave. I tried and tried for her, but I was never able to recreate the styles for her that we did for Padmé.
Moteé: All I can say is thank the goddesses, Anakin never knew what a far-reaching profound effect his rascal ways had on Naboo's general populace.
Ellé: It wouldn't have mattered had he ever found out. Nothing deterred him.
Moteé: Padmé tried to tell him off once. A lot of good that did us. She was laughing half-way through her scolding.
Ellé: Can you blame her though?
Moteé: No, not really. Whenever he turned on the charm… oh how we all were in trouble.
Ellé: Like the trouble we barely avoided during the Chancellor's Grand Gala…
Moteé: The first time?
Ellé: No, no the second!
Moteé: Ohhhhh, yessss. That one. When they disappeared for what, like, eight minutes?
Ellé: If that.
Moteé: And then here comes Padmé, her gown all disheveled and her skin flushed redder than the Scar of Remembrance… I was so angry at him. Her hair falling down in ruins and his barely tangled at all, grinning like a damn loth-cat that had cream for its dinner.
Ellé: Well, hadn't he?
Moteé: And he was so proud of himself…
Ellé: Truthfully, they both were; Padmé was just kind enough to show chagrin.
Moteé: But we had spent legitimate time on that particular updo!
Ellé: I know! My fingers are still numb from the endless twisting and pinning.
Moteé: And anyway, I was gearing myself up to lay into him, you know, finally let him have it, and then he smiled at me in that devil-may-care way of his…
Ellé: It was an infuriating talent of his, really. The way Anakin did that. Made it hopelessly impossible to stay upset with him.
Moteé: The only one who had immunity from that beguiling charm was Obi-Wan.
Ellé: No, I think even Master Kenobi was susceptible to it from time to time.
Moteé: Nevertheless, that smile worked on everyone. Padmé, most of all.
Ellé: Mmmmhmmm.
Moteé: And the way he just nudged my shoulder and said, "Nice work, ladies. I actually had my work cut out for me with that one."
Ellé: We knew it was hopeless after that.
Moteé: They were so, so hopeless.
Ellé: That, they were. But endlessly adorable too.
Moteé: Mmmm, that too… Anyway, we somehow made her presentable to society again and from then on, it was strike the intricate and lean into the casual.
Ellé: He did make that part of our job easier though. I'd have to admit that.
Moteé: I'm not admitting anything to him. Give Anakin any credit whatsoever, and he was incorrigible.
Ellé: Indeed.
….
Ellé: I should have left the lipstick prints on his neck that night.
Moteé: You should have. Really though, you should have.