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            his hand shakes, tremors, and padmé’s biting back the frown that threatens as she pours for him. to HER it seems as though she’s messed it up, upset him in a way she’d definitely not intended but   —   she doesn’t KNOW him well enough to console him.   ( though, for a brief moment prior she could’ve sworn she felt something BRUSH against her, not physically, but she’s connected enough to the force to know when there’s that hint of contact. )

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            ❝ oh i uh, i’m not really an adherent to anything in particular, i just know what i feel, if that makes any sense at all, ❞            because padmé CAN NOT just announce to a stranger that she can tell the future occasionally, or that sometimes, if she tries, she has uncanny insight into people around her. padmé just HOPES he understands and smiles as she passes him his coffee. she’s ALSO willing him to take a seat at the counter   ( during night shifts she half doubles as bar tender, though the focus is always on coffee )   as she moves to grab a rag in an attempt to keep busy.

            ❝ actually i was raised in a sort of   —   my parents believed in the power of the universe as a whole so to speak, ❞            and they believed that padmé would lead them into it, as their queen, but that’s not exactly first conversation fodder. being a JUVENILE when everything had gone to shit had saved her from being on the news too much. she was a FREAK, sure, but padmé had done her best to put her life back together despite Naboo.            ❝ i’m sure this is NOT the cookiest thing you’ve ever heard working with old ben, right?   —   oh, i’m sorry, where are my manners? i’m padmé and welcome to JAVA THE HUTT. ❞

               HER EYES TRACK the tremble in his fingers, subsisting evidence of his history of inner && outer aggression, as incriminating as the thin white scars that branch across his arms. Anakin bends his eyes to the counter top as he takes a seat behind it, suddenly self-conscious. Anxiety rips through his bones, threading through skin && muscle. He can feel it vibrating through his tendons && aching like ice in his teeth. Once it would’ve had the ability to immobilize him, locking his joints && stringing out his sinews until he was forced into a fetal position on the floor. 

               Not Anymore. Anakin knows how to wield himself away from the edge. The panic still exists of course, that bestial dread of abandonment that’s been ingrained into him. But he has a name for the monster now. Once you recognize the dragon, you can learn how to tame it. 

     One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand… ❝ Have you ever heard of the Force? ❞ He’s taking a risk mentioning it in casual conversation like this, && Anakin doesn’t like the idea of having to redirect her attention away from the topic if she has no idea what he’s talking about. But the coalescence of la Fuerza around her small form says to him that it won’t be a problem. 

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     ❝ Old Ben? ❞ He lifts the heavy gold of his hair away from his neck, rubbing absently at the knob crowning his spine. ❝ You mean Obi-Wan? He’s not even forty. ❞ && maybe Anakin is defensive. The idea of Obi-Wan ‘growing old’ seems incongruous with the youthful sarcastic energy that surrounds the shop keeper. The man does do a lot of yoga. 

               Anakin slides the coffee cup closer to him, raising it to his mouth with his good hand && spluttering when he realizes he’d left it black. He not-so-stealthily hides the grimace around his swallow. ❝ Urgh— I’m Anakin. ❞

 
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