youmaythinkyouknowme.

she reacts as if burnt, holding her breath with a slight tremble in her body until the pain passes. there’s little she can do when it comes to controlling what she can do. the feeling of panic and shame linger, even when he forgives her intrusion. his pain lingers on the edges of her lungs, as if she’s breathed pieces of him into herself, pieces of him she’ll never get out. she struggles with the remnants of his pain for a moment before she can speak..

her fists loosen for the first time since he’d spoken to her, but the dull throbbing in her head doesn’t go away.

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letting the breath she’d been holding out, she attempts to focus instead on the conversation, how pink and flushed his cheeks are when she mentions his master. that’s interesting, she tucks the sight of his rose colored skin away behind her eyelids for another time. it’s clear he doesn’t want to expand on the matter, and she’ll not push it. 

glad I’m not the only one who noticed. is all she says, followed by a quick, teasing smile. and then she drops it.

she’s pushed too much as it is.

oh! I’m from — well I lived on this planet that — it had a lot of water. salt water, it — in the summers it was so warm and it smelled so good —

wow, smoother than clark gable, you piece of shit.

sorry I’m — they sort of uprooted me from where I was. and where I was from, it’s a young planet, they don’t even really know about other planets. it’s weird to go from hey, I wonder if aliens exist to hey, I’m on a spaceship and to be honest I’m a little — 

her hands wave around in the air vaguely, as she searches for the word for how she’s feeling. she’s certain, if he’s anything like her ( which, it feels like he is ), he’ll feel the way her whole body is trembling without actually doing it. 

overwhelmed? terrified? confused? I don’t know why I’m here, or why everyone is stepping lightly around me. or why they won’t talk to me and tell me what’s going on. or when, if ever, I can go home.

the desire to reach out and touch him is still there, but she squelches it quickly by tucking her hands under her thighs and sitting on them. 

a part of her wants to know him, the other part of her feels like she already does.

so — yeah the ocean. I miss the ocean. I miss the water. what about — what about you? where are you from? why are you here? I’m kinda new to the whole jedi thing. did they —- did they get you in time for training? 

               ANAKIN GOES EVEN redder, refusing to concede to her point. The idea that he finds his own master attractive is too embarrassing to acknowledge, especially with the memory of the woman’s mind, burning like unfiltered starlight within his own, still hangs so freshly upon his thoughts. He waits, instead, for her to change the subject. 

              She does, && Anakin manages not to add a physical slump to his shoulders when breathes a sigh of relief. 

     ❝ A spaceship? You mean a starship? ❞ He frowns at her use of the word ‘aliens’, but figures her obvious ignorance is a good enough excuse for the antiquated terminology. 

               A planet that doesn’t even know about the existence of nonhumans? How far into Wild Space can her home be? Anakin casts his eyes to the transparisteel ceiling stretched wide && high above them, framing a sky who touches each source of light with a faint hepatic corona, cloudy && free from the congregation of stars. The brightness of cityscape sucks all luminosity from the turbid troposphere. Nothing like Tatooine, whose night sky seems as endless as its desert.

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     ❝ —Yeah, barely. I’m from Tatooine. ❞ There’s bitter iron in his words, all ground to edges you wouldn’t feel if you cut yourself. ❝ They found me when I was nine. ❞ The boy is dangerous / He is the Chosen One. He keeps his eyes trained on one of the new moons floating white as a rib at the edge of the sky. It hasn’t been long since he was home, though now it feels more like a hazy place stitched through the shadows of his dreams. A graveyard he keeps accidentally passing by. He wears this haunt && hunger in the heavy bags beneath his eyes. 

     ❝ What’s your home planet called? ❞

 
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