Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

skymurdock asked: whispers 17, either Alex/Eliza or Anakin/Padmé.

17: I know your weakness.  It’s kisses.  You are doomed. (Don’t worry.  We’re all doomed eventually.)

How the galaxy fell to the Dark Side, one kiss at a time.  Or, an overview of the Sith Padmé AU.

“Oh,” Padmé says in surprise as the Force goes yesss in the back of her mind at the sight of a young boy with hair like sunshine and a presence like the sun itself.  Her Jedi protectors are easily as arrested by the boy’s presence, but she suspects for rather different reasons.  His power is spectacular, certainly, but there’s more—a sharp click as of a lock, and something in her core says that is mine.  

The boy’s head snaps up and his eyes meet hers and she hears, clear as day, his voice, as it says, An angel.  

When she meets him properly, Anakin with his sky-blue eyes and child’s voice, she offers her hand to shake.  Instead, he takes it, reverent, and kisses her knuckles.

“I’m going to marry you, someday,” he tells her solemnly, still holding her hand, and she smiles.

“I know.”

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