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27 April 2010 @ 06:13 pm
Fic: ‘rumination and memories: Padmé.’  
Title: rumination and memories: Padmé.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: RotS: Padmé’s death.
Summary: There was something Padmé wanted to tell Obi-Wan.

Author's Note: Part V of VI.

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


It can frighten with its intensity and calm with its gentility. It is cruel and kind, often at the same time. It is generous and it is mean. It is everywhere and nowhere. It can encompass the galaxy but also be contained within a solitary person or object. It can imprison.
Padmé Amidala

It is hard to breathe.

My throat still feels it is closing against its will. My babies have been taken away; Obi-Wan has not left my side. I want my babies but I cannot ask for them. I could not reach out to them when they were taken away; my body feels heavy, immovable. All I can see is Obi-Wan. I can feel is Obi-Wan beside me; he is holding my hand tightly, willing me to live.

“Padmé ...” He is keeping his promise. We are not alone – Master Yoda and Bail are watching from a gallery above. They cannot hear what is said between Obi-Wan and I but they don’t realise I cannot see them; my knowledge of their presence comes from vaguely heard whispers as they carried me inside this facility.

“There is good in him,” I insist. Heat floods my chest and throat; if I didn’t know that I am elsewhere, I would swear that we are still on Mustafar. I gasp, struggling to breathe.

“I believe you, Padmé,” he whispers, holding my hand between both of his.

“I never ...”

My breath falters and fades. My eyes close. The burning in my chest, the closing of my throat ceases. My hand goes limp in his. A few tears fall on my hand before he, successfully, fights them back and places my hand beside me.
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...angel_in_tears on April 27th, 2010 11:39 am (UTC)
Oh this is beautiful and so sad and BEAUTIFUL!
It made me teary, nice write!
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on April 27th, 2010 12:50 pm (UTC)
I wasn't certain this part was going to work at all and it's lovely to hear that it has. Thank you very much.
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on April 27th, 2010 03:10 pm (UTC)
You're making me all sniffly! Again!
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on April 27th, 2010 03:21 pm (UTC)
I apologise?
"MJ": Stock: Painted mask with tearlondongirl27 on May 4th, 2010 11:10 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was so sweet and moving. ♥

A few tears fall on my hand before he, successfully, fights them back and places my hand beside me.

To me, there's so much emotion packed into that one sentence alone. I easily envisioned Obi-wan's expression as I read it. ;_;
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on May 5th, 2010 01:59 pm (UTC)
I easily envisioned Obi-wan's expression as I read it. ;_;
I pictured that myself when I wrote this part. It was very easy to do so and I'm glad to hear that translated itself to the written word.