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                    it startles her more than anything, brows raising because she swears for half a second she’s misheard, until he’s upset and right in front of her, leaving her with little more than apology she’s not yet even asked for. important distinctions: obi-wan kissed him. and padmé can tie the rest away in neat little boxes to deal with one by one. so he’s     ——     bi-sexual? she feels she has enough EVIDENCE to prove that anakin has a definite interest in her, and her physicality. 

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                    but she’s gone stone quiet, half looking at the beautiful man in front of her with a puzzled press to her eyebrows. it’s not distress so much as it is SHELL SHOCK. padmé knows this has to be navigated carefully, or she could damage him, even if she didn’t lose him.          “what part worries you? because liking kissing men, that part is completely natural. it     ——     how much does obi-wan know? about you and i. he spends so much time with you, after all. because if he knows we’re involved, then he shouldn’t have, but it’s…”          fine? probably not. she knows herself well enough to know that there will be a measure of anger later.

                    for once, her thoughts do not move in his orbit, she’s not so concerned about placing herself in a complimentary position to her troubled husband. now she just keeps with the quiet, silence stretched so thin she feels like cobwebs against her skin.          “can you give me a run down of what happened? i’m processing.”

               THE DEVASTATED LIGHT in Anakin’s eyes dulls to confusion. ❝ What? Liking men? I mean I— ❞ He shifts slightly, clenching && unclenching his fists. ❝ I know it’s natural. I used to… before I met you I would sometimes look at other men or— uh, think about them. ❞ Crimson grips at his cheeks. For all his shadows && rage this moment almost makes him look bashful. ❝ But since you there’s been no one. ❞ He takes a deep breath, looking at his hands. ❝ Except…for…Obi-Wan. I thought it was just a crush, or jealousy, so I ignored it. But ever since I was knighted there’s been something different between us. ❞ A sigh escapes him, soft as a ghost, eyes claiming the distance to relive memories of tension between him && his former master over the past couple years. ❝ We never did anything && I never told him about us. ❞

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               He wants to reach out && touch her, a physical confirmation of her forgiveness. Her anger would be his undoing, && Anakin cannot exist in a galaxy without her, not at this point. ❝ Duchess Satine was killed by Darth Maul. He was working with Death Watch, they’ve since taken control of Mandalore. ❞ He allows a moment of silence, aware that Padme had known the Duchess personally. ❝ Obi-Wan && Satine were… lovers when he was a padawan && I knew he was hurt by her death, I just wanted him to admit it. ❞ There’s anger in that, an accusation under the words. ❝ We got into a fight && he punched me. ❞ The sickly yellow bruise smudging the sharp angle of his jaw proves as much. ❝ Then he kissed me… && I kissed him back. ❞ He sinks in on himself, growing solemn. ❝ He told me it wouldn’t happen again, && now he’s halfway across the galaxy on a mission without me! ❞ Anakin slams his mechnofist down on the arm of the couch so hard the entire frame shudders. 

 
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