The gentle sound of her voice soothed him, her fingers tenderly placed upon his face brushed aside any ounce of unease. “I know you will,” he muttered just before Padmé brought her lips to his, their kiss savored. His chest burned with a deep sensation of love, the feeling palpable and grounding as if he’d truly lose sight of himself without her.
It was a bitter irony, really. To be a Jedi and forsake all training in the art of letting go, when it was the one thing he couldn’t bear to do. Anakin was sure no one amongst the Order would understand, not even Obi-Wan, especially when he was the one constantly justifying their ways. But every time he looked upon the face of his wife, he dare not question whether it was wrong to marry her. Though perhaps deceiving those around them became a paralytic consequence.
When she relaxed her head against his chest, his chin rested on the top of her head, hands bringing her closer in the shared embrace. He wouldn’t lose her. Nothing would ever pull them apart, Anakin was determined to make sure of that no matter what the circumstances were.
“I know. As do I with all my heart,” he replied with a subtle breath. “A few days will surely fly by and I’ll be back in your arms before you know it.” He wished to reassure her further, but even he knew how varying the battlefield could be. Despite his complaints to Obi-Wan, who followed his normal composed tendencies when attempting to calm his heated manner, their efforts in the war were required. Anakin remained quiet for a moment, eyes searching hers. “It’s a thought I also struggle with. But it’s something I don’t believe either of us could truly bring ourselves to do in the long run, at least not now when we’re needed here.” They had to be realistic, regardless of how ardently they loved one another.
