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powerfulforce Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/6/06 9:28pm Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 4 up! - Replies up - 6/6 - Date Edited: 6/6/06 9:29pm (1 edits total) Edited By: powerfulforce
	On a sidenote, if I was Obi-wan I would have knocked her unconcious and taken her the hell away from there. I know alot of you would be angry, (Yeah Ani is great, he's still good whatever) but that is what a good friend does. A friend would not let another friend ruin their life as well as that of there child's. Put it this way if your best friend was being beaten (strangled in this case) by her husband, while pregnant and nobody could do anything about and she wants to stay because she believes she can help him. What would you do? I would take her away, find her a new home and give her what she needed. A happy life with her children and without ever having to be afraid. Padme needs to leave him, get on with her life. Once he KILLED CHILDREN she should have been gone like on the other side of the galaxy. Padme can find love again. -----signature----- The Death of Obi-Wan Kenobi http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27349904&brd=10476&start=27681741
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searth_99 Registered: Oct '01	Date Posted: 6/7/06 5:00am Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 4 up! - Replies up - 6/6
	UP! interesting points made by powerfulforce!
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Padlei Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 6/7/06 7:06am Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 - 7/6 - Date Edited: 6/7/06 7:25am (1 edits total) Edited By: Padlei
	JediMasterRev My apologies for the delay in posting, but you know how DRL is Yep, I do know that. It's all right, I'm glad to see new readers. I think you've really captured the essence of the madness that the dark side, Thanks... It's quite hard to write because we've only had glimpses of it at the end of ROTS. And then, Anakin completely turned into Vader so it's hard to decipher him. Sometimes, I'd love GL to write an AU. I know he would get it right. Very heavy subject, but I think you are doing an excellent job in presenting both sides. Thanks, I don't want to depict Anakin/Vader as a psycho. He's way more interesting than that. You're added to the PM list. powerfulforce So you got the right thread after all. Just kidding, I'm responding to your comments. Anakin wouldn't, but Vader would I have to disagree with you. Vader would never kill Padmé either. Did he kill Luke after 20+years spent in the dark side? if I was Obi-wan I would have knocked her unconcious and taken her the hell away from there. I could see Obi-Wan do something like that. And that wouldn't be that bad because he'd be convinced he did the right thing. Put it this way if your best friend was being beaten (strangled in this case) by her husband, while pregnant and nobody could do anything about and she wants to stay because she believes she can help him. All right. I don't want to start a debate, though it's interesting to see other POVs but this is not real life. This is fiction. The dark side doesn't exist in real life. TW I was so adamant about the 'abusive' adjective used a little earlier. Anakin is not the average abusive husband. This is different. As for Padmé finding someone else and being happy elsewhere with her children... well, this is not RL either. It's fiction. Padmé died of a broken heart in ROTS, in part because she couldn't live without Anakin. If I followed your line of thinking, Luke should have never tried to bring his father back. After all, Vader cut off his hand. I think maiming your child can be viewed as being worse than strangling your wife. Thanks for the up, searth_99! DRL is going to be a pain in the next few days so I decided to post this now. Chapter 5 is quite long. I half-considered splitting it in two but I think one needs the two parts, the two POVs to grasp the whole thing. Quick note: I hate to say it but I stop sending PMs if I haven't heard from you in a while. You are still on the PM list (let me know if you want to be removed ) but it's quite tedious to send PMs and if you don't enjoy the new chapters much, I can understand, really but I can't go on sending PMs when I'm not even sure people like what I post. Hope you understand. All right, without further ado, here's Chapter 5. Warning, it's angsty. Oh, and after reading some comments, I think some of you may not like my portrayal of Anakin. Last note , those of you who read Reflection will see a similar theme. Enjoy! Chapter 5 The headache seemed to amplify as Padmé’s eyes stayed riveted to the Coruscant traffic. Tears trickled down her temples to fall on the pillow beneath her, tracing the skin. Her throat burned. The print of Anakin’s fingers was burning her skin still, an invisible mark on her neck, a reminder of what was happening between them. In her womb, the baby was restless, seemingly feeling her despair. She was tucked on his side of the bed, sheets warped around her trembling form in the darkness, eyes fixed on the window. Her mind drifted away numbly. Here in this room. He was towering over her, blue eyes making her drown as he leant closer and she realized, not for the first time, that the boy had grown into a man. A man who loved her with such devotion it was frightening in its intensity. Here. Countless times when he would slide into her bed soundlessly, warm arms enclosing her safely, nose and face buried in her neck. Making love to her in this bed. Lying next to her, solid and tender and everything as she disclosed her hope for the future, for their precious miracle. Burying her face into the crook of his neck and breathing in and a warm hand cupping her belly gently. Here. His nightmare. Waking up to an empty bed, the feeling of dread permeating the room. A feeling that would only increase within the next days. Now it was choking her. She buried her face in his pillow, breathing in the familiar scent of him lingering on the soft material, hiding behind the mass of her curls. She should get up and leave. She should pack her things and go, never coming back. But whenever she looked at the furniture around her, ready to get up and leave the bed, she pictured Anakin’s face when he realized that she had left him. She pictured him tearing the galaxy apart to find her. She pictured the thousands of people who he would leave dead in his wake for standing in his way. So she was unable to move. The whole night long, he did not reappear. She was relieved. She was afraid of his next reactions. She was afraid for her child. She was afraid for him in spite of it all. Exhaustion claimed her in the end, her eyelids dropping heavily in spite of herself, just as the dawn started bathing the room in light. ***************** A loud sound. An item falling heavily, clinging loudly on the ground. Padme’s eyes opened abruptly in the faltering darkness, heart pounding in her ears. She scanned the room, noticing clothes lying hazardously on the ground and the bathroom door secured in the hallway. She waited silently, her breath still quick, and finally heard the sound of water running. She dropped back to the pillow heavily, her eyes riveted to the ceiling. Time passed by, her heart still pounding inside her ribcage as she pondered different possibilities in her mind. She had to talk to him. She winced, passing a weary hand on her features, the headache amplifying with every minute passed. She could not bear this situation anymore. She would rather die than watch as a silent foe took hold of her husband completely. She was still aching from his betrayal but she had to do this. If it failed once again, if he was still this stranger, then… then she would contact Bail. She knew what he and Mon Mothma were doing, even if they seemingly stayed loyal to the Empire. If there was still hope there, she would grasp it. Her child had to live in a peaceful world. She would try her best to ensure this. If only Anakin could see this… The water was still running. She frowned, glancing at the chrono on the other side of the bed. The water had been running for a very long time. Now she remembered. The sound of something breaking. Still frowning, she flipped her legs on the side of the bed, getting up slowly. The extra weight the baby was putting on her back was beginning to wear her out with each passing day. Her headache sent the blood pumping hard in her temples, the room spinning briefly as she began to walk. Taking cautious steps down the hallway, she reached the bathroom at last. When the door opened, she could only narrow her eyes, steam permeating the room. The door clicked shut behind her as she stepped further inside the room. Glancing down, she noticed the shards at last. The mirror was broken, pieces from the glass lying on the ground. Her brown eyes settled on the shower a little bit further away, glimpsing his form under the water. She couldn’t step towards him with all these shards on the ground. “Leave.” Anakin’s voice, muffled by the running water, startled her. He had not even glanced her way and she knew he couldn’t see her with all this steam anyway. “I can always feel you.” He responded, as if on cue. His tone was resigned. “What happened?” “Leave.” He repeated, still not glancing towards her, the water drenching his crouched form. She frowned and took cautious steps towards him. “You’re going to hurt yourself,” he said dully. She did not renounce, trying to find a safe way though she couldn’t even see her feet now. The pieces moved by themselves all of a sudden, leaving a clear path for her. Reaching the shower slowly, she opened the glass door. He did not react, didn’t move from his spot on the floor. Dead eyes were lost in the distance, damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead, pants clinging to him, as he sat there, broken, under the hot water. Blood was still dripping from his left hand but he made no move to stand. He looked like the lost little boy she had comforted then in her spaceship. Padmé joined him under the water, her nightgown rapidly soaking wet, still silent. She murmured his name softly, one hand reaching out to caress his hair. The metallic hand shot out and batted her hand away from him roughly. “Don’t touch me.” He said through clenched teeth, still refusing to look at her. “Anakin…” she whispered. “Let me take a look at your hand.” He didn’t respond. She made a move to kneel down beside him and this time he looked up, eyes made up of steel and ice. But blue. “Don’t come closer.” His voice was hoarse and he was shaking. She swallowed against the lump in her throat and reached out a hand in spite of his protests. It tangled in his damp hair, caressing gently. He closed his eyes convulsively, stifling a whimper as her fingers reached his cheek, before the metallic hand closed over her wrist and took it away from him. The hand was hurting the tender skin but she stayed silent, standing over him. “You need to tend to those injuries.” She whispered, reaching her other hand to stop the water. “Go back to sleep,” he spat, pushing her away from him roughly. She almost stumbled backwards but clenched her jaw, holding on to the shower walls. “Let me help you.” She whispered, feeling the tears come back again. “I don’t want your help.” He snapped. Suddenly, without even seeing any movement of his hand, she felt her feet leave the ground, her body moving forcefully out of the shower until she reached the door. So much power… she realized when she felt the ground under her feet again roughly, reeling from the shock. He couldn’t control so much power. And he wasn’t letting her in anymore. Somehow, Anakin’s rejection hurt her even more than his fingers on her throat. She eyed him coldly from the other side of the room, feeling annoyance and anger, and so many emotions stumbling, twirling inside her. Overwhelmed, she left the bathroom and joined her bedroom, shaking. It was over. Truly over. She had to leave him. And he would be lost. The pain was so unbearable in her chest she couldn’t breathe anymore. Tears could not even reach her eyes for the raw feeling twisting her heart could only make her slide on the floor, as she moaned helplessly. And suddenly the raw feeling was in her belly, her womb contracting painfully. Padmé stifled a gasp, beginning to panic as she suddenly felt no movement from the baby. Shutting her eyes as a new wave of pain flowed through her, her lungs heaved, refusing oxygen. The contractions increased, the room span and she could not move, crouched on the floor. Only one name came to her at this precise moment. “Anakin…” she croaked out. Please, not the baby… Please… The room span further and she felt her head hit the floor forcefully, the contractions leaving her breathless. Through her haze, she felt a soft pressure on her cheek suddenly. She let out a gasp of pain as the contractions increased. A pressure on her belly, something warm flowing through her. The lines on her forehead decreased and she felt the pain lessen somewhat. But she still couldn’t feel the baby. “Anakin…” she murmured, hands reaching out desperately. Drops of water fell on her face and she blinked. Soft wet skin was suddenly against her forehead. She tried to focus on the hazy form in front of her and realized Anakin was caressing her skin very gently, his left hand still damaged. “It’s going to be all right…” he whispered. She felt him take her into his arms, cold hand and arm wrapping around her. She clutched him desperately, pressing her face against the wet skin. “3PO called the medics,” he whispered on the top of her head. “It’s going to be all right.” Even through Padmé’s dazed state, she could hear his voice trembling. *************** Her hands were reaching her throat desperately, shock and sadness edging on her face as Anakin increased the pressure. He had warned her. She chose not to listen, and she would learn not to talk to him like this anymore. She and Obi-Wan were together, he could feel it. She had chosen to betray him silently, spying on him. Was it not the way of the Jedi? But the part of him he resented would not stay silent. What are you doing? He focused on her face again and his fingers released their invisible hold convulsively. She was sobbing, clutching her skin desperately, one hand on her belly as a protection. From him. He stumbled backwards, feeling unnamed emotions filling him silently until he couldn’t take it anymore and a muffled cry escaped his lips. He ran away from her, leaving the apartment. He was shaking with rage and pain. He could feel the anger threatening to escape him and he hurried to join the noisy streets. An unbearable urge to take all this frustration and anger on someone, anyone, was tugging at him and he wanted nothing more than to hurt some of these individuals, those who were oblivious to his pain and suffering. Maybe this one could be a Jedi, or maybe this one. He would make them pay, all of them. She was still choking in his mind. All of these missions were driving him mad, the only thing keeping him going, the thought he could save Padmé. And they could rule together. But the blood was still there, on his hands. He was never able to escape it. He tried to detach himself and he succeeded, almost. The cries echoing in his ears were nothing. The body stumbling down on the ground was nothing. Just someone who would join the Force sooner. But he was coming back to their apartment and C3PO would say something and she would be as pale as death and she would look at him in the eye and he knew she saw the murders on him. At night, she couldn’t let him touch her. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. The blood was still tainting his hands. The cries echoing in his head. He was exhausted. The thought of her even talking to Obi-Wan was driving him mad. Obi-Wan… He would not think of his former Master, would not picture Obi-Wan’s face as the corpses fell to the ground in the Temple. Would not think of their bond, broken beyond repair. He didn’t need Obi-Wan’s approval. It was too late anyway. He had had no choice in the matter. Padmé would live. He had made sure of that. But he still had no concrete clue over what to do to save her life. She was still dying in his dreams. In his latest nightmare, vision, she had been eerily calm, the cries of their child echoing in the background, as her brown eyes settled on him, not on Obi-Wan and she had muttered something, right before dying, the breath leaving her lungs… I failed you, Anakin. He had awakened, drenched in sweat, hands touching her form in the dark, and burying his face into her hair in panic… And then she had uttered those damned words, just tonight, claiming she was dying with him. Dying… After all he had done for her, she was dying. Because of him. His nightmare tended to prove it and it was driving him mad. You’re not the man I married… A part of him had rebelled against the words, wanting to break through, screaming he was still there, couldn’t she see him standing right in front of her? The other one had been almost relieved. She didn’t know him. Never did. He was no longer the puppy she had liked around her, the one listening to the Queen’s orders, and it was better this way. He loathed this man. She had fallen in love with a lie. Strange how the faces around him were blurry as he hid beneath the hood. A woman, clad in almost nothing, came to him, trying to- Trying to what? He felt cold, relieving anger fill him. She was dead in seconds. And it didn’t appease him. Padmé’s face was still haunting him. ********************* When he returned to the apartment, he was strangely calm. It was almost dawn and Padmé was sleeping. He stayed at the threshold, watching her sleep silently. She was on his side of the bed. He remembered her voice, from a long time ago. I sleep on your side of the bed when I miss you too much. Really? Oh, stop making fun of me, Ani. Sleeping there makes your absence less painful. Just a little. He left the doorstep to join the bathroom, divesting himself of layers of clothes wearily. Could he really sleep next to her after what he did to her? The mirror looked at him, always mocking him whenever he came back to his apartment. He would watch the deep rings under his eyes, his irises patched with yellow after his missions. He would watch his own face and resist the wish to break it down. He would watch this murderer and wish he could kill him with his bare hands. This metallic hand had clutched her throat. This hand had slashed down a child the week before. One of the younglings who had escaped the Temple that fateful night. The Force had not granted him any escape from his blade. He wanted Padmé to hurt. So she could stop speaking and reminding him of his choices and all it entailed. He was doing this for her and she was rejecting him. Had she really loved him in the first place? She hates you now anyway. You’re a murderer. The voice rang louder in his head. The face in front of him was disgusting. The metallic hand smashed the glass to pieces, the flesh hand joining in, as he felt the relief of feeling real pain, in his skin, in his bones. Shards bit the tender flesh but he was past the point of caring. He liked the pain. It felt deserved. When the glass laid at his feet, broken, shards on the ground, he crawled under the shower, feeling the relieving water on his skin. And he sobbed. He had lost track of time when he felt Padmé. She was coming his way slowly. In spite of it all, she still felt soothing. But when she began to walk in his direction, something in him snapped, recoiled from her and the Light. He wanted her to leave. He couldn’t bear anything this soft and relieving touching him. But Padmé was so stubborn, one hand tangling in his hair despite his protests. It felt so good he could have wept. Her touch was soothing, calm and warm on his battered skin. It was forgiving. How could he let her touch him after what he did to her? He pushed her away from him, the furthest away from him. He could not face her until the weak man in him would recede. He was not strong enough now, but he would be. When the time was right, he would resist his weakness and rise stronger than before. A Sith did not recoil from the darkness. He didn’t deserve to escape the Darkness. It was too late anyway. He felt Padmé’s disappointment and… what was that? Her determination. She was suddenly determined even though it was also tearing her apart. Instinctively, he knew what she wanted to do. She was going to leave him. A part of him was relieved. The other one was angered. He stayed under the shower, suddenly afraid of his reaction if he confronted her now. And suddenly despair washed over him. Panic, fear and pain intrinsically mixed, echoed inside him. Something was wrong. In a split second, he was out of the bathroom. Padmé was there, lying on the floor, moaning in pain and clutching her belly. What have you done? Panic engulfed him and he was suddenly on his knees, pushing her hand away from her belly as gently as he could, trying to alleviate her pain. The Light was almost unattainable and he was tempted to use the dark side. The baby’s Force signature shone in the darkness, urging him to stretch towards the source. Warmth erupted from his aching hand. Padmé’s forehead softened but she was still in pain. Fear took hold of him and he summoned the Force immediately. Without even thinking consciously, his faithful droid was suddenly standing in front of him, activated and looking distraught from being awakened brutally. “Medics, now.” He muttered, unable to look away from Padmé’s crouched form on the floor. “Oh, yes, Master Anakin.” 3PO rushed out of the room as fast as he could. Padmé murmured his name in despair, hands reaching out blindly. Something soft emerged inside him and he swallowed back the tears. She trusted him. In spite of it all, she was still turning to him for help. He was scared. He was panicked because his usually strong wife was lying helplessly on the floor in front of him and all he could feel suddenly was only infinite tenderness, taking her in his arms gently and whispering words of comfort against her hair. She clutched him tighter. He buried his face in her hair and shook silently. I won’t fail you, Padmé. -----signature----- 1-ROTS, 2-AOTC, 3-ROTJ/ESB/ANH, 6-TPM Brazil world champions in 2010.
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FitJedi Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 6/7/06 7:31am Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Is there light at the end of the tunnel for Anakin. Will the birth of the babies be his rebirth as well. So many wonderful questions. Great chapter, I can't wait for more.
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Anakin_Heartbreaker Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 6/7/06 8:46am Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	WOW!!!! Two incredible chapters!!!!! I am in awe on how you took us on this amazing journey through Padme's and then Anakin's emotions. They seem so real, and are exceptionally portrayed. I like how the last post ended, I wonder what fate has in store for them. Excellent posts!!!!!
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Star_Angel Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 6/7/06 8:57am Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	Oh wow, I mean just wow, I’m still in awe, this update was amazing yet chilling, wonderful. And what is going on with Padmé and the baby, nothing bad I hope. Oh, and I loved the way we got to see what happen in the mind of both Padmé and Anakin/Vader. Please update soon cuz I can't wait to read more. And thanks for the pm. -----signature----- “It’s not our abilities that shows us what we truly are, it is our choices” – Albus Dumbledor (CoS) <- fanfics/fanart + a funny video in bio SWEDEN HOCKEY forever
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VA_Parky Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 6/7/06 10:13am Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7 - Date Edited: 6/7/06 10:15am (1 edits total) Edited By: VA_Parky
	YIKES!! My heart is pounding so loudly I'll be surprised if you can't hear it from where you're sitting. That was so intense, I think I may need a tranquilizer!! Is Padme going to be okay? ACK! Inquiring minds want to know! It was such a lovely touch to show us the events from Padme's AND Anakin's POV. Both were heartbreaking, but so psychologically insightful. I really enjoyed that. The last paragraph was so sweet - it just goes to show how true Anakin's love remains, deep down at least. Despite everything, when it comes to Padme and there is no real time to think, he still knows what she needs... her Anakin. Now, if he would just stay like that, I would be one happy camper. If not... Well, that's okay too b/c I'm a sucker for your angsty chapters too! What an incredible story you have going on here. Every time I come to the end of an update, I immediately start guessing as to when you might have the next chapter up for us. What can I say? I'm addicted! A million 'well dones' to you, Padlei! P.S. Thanks for another Anakin!Shower!Scene! However, I think he was fully clothed in this one, right? Drat! -----signature----- Currently on hiatus Awash in Broken Promises (RotS AU): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/23913704/p1/ Our 1st - Matthew - arrived 1/1/08
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powerfulforce Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/7/06 10:38am Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	I know it's not RL, but Padme needs to get it together. What person in their right mind would be with someone after they killed children as well as what was once his family? I hate Anakin (well canon wise and after the slaughter) and I feel more inclined to feel this way towards Padme. She is his wife, the mother of his children once the queen and leader, now she has fallen so low. Love is strong, but I don't think it is so strong as to be with a murderer of innocent people. -----signature----- The Death of Obi-Wan Kenobi http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27349904&brd=10476&start=27681741
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Raven_Alanna Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 6/7/06 10:43am Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	These chapters....utterly fantastic! The way you explored both Anakin's and Padme's emotions; mirrored them...(no pun intended, lol). This was lovely to come home to...thanks for the PM.....now when's the next update ???? lol
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CrazyAni Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 6/7/06 11:22am Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	Darth Homework is after me, so no long replies! Sorry! Wonderful chapter, and I really liked how you mittored Anakin's and Padme's POV. Applause to Padme for staying so loyal, I hope she won't turn from him. Even id she does, it's gonna be interesting. not that I want it... Poor Ani! So lost and bitter! Maybe little children will make him feel better. Absolutely amazing again , and thanks for the PM! CrazyAni -----signature----- Currently chased away from the boards by the Writers' Block Cage of Lies - post RotS A/P - Padme is presumed to be dead http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25632570/p1/ HELP!!!Where is my muse?
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delta-7starfighter Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 6/7/06 4:33pm Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	Another very intense one! I have no idea how you do it! This is just so good that I can't help to check it everyday too see when you will update. I also liked the Anakin and Padme POV. When we switched from Padme's to Anakin's, I was wondering what was going on. Then I saw the note at the top and knew you were showing Anakin's POV. The metallic hand smashed the glass to pieces, the flesh hand joining in, as he felt the relief of feeling real pain, in his skin, in his bones. Shards bit the tender flesh but he was past the point of caring. He liked the pain. It felt deserved. No Ani! That's no way to punish yourself!!! Excellent Chapter! More, more, more! -----signature----- "He was a telephone man who fell in love with long distances." - The Glass Menagerie
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anakin_luver Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/7/06 5:25pm Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	Holy mother cow. I have no flippin idea what to say. I'm seriously...I can't even quote a specific part of your post because it was all too amazing....way too amazing...I'll quote the whole thing if you want to and make a note on every sentence and you know what that note would be? Wow. Just wow. Padme on Anakin's side of the bed, Anakin in the shower, Anakin hurting innocent people on the street, Padme's contractions, Anakin holding her... I can't say anymore...Too amazing. Way too amazing.
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LoveAnakin1 Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/7/06 9:24pm Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	that was so good Could i be on your pm list. -----signature----- I love Anakin SkyWalker StarWars 3 is the best i'm 26 ad have no life but StarWars!!
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Mr_Dagobah Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 6/7/06 9:57pm Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	Such a dark and angst-filled chapter. I loved the tender moment at the end as well. Great work, Padlei! -----signature----- "The son becomes the father... And the father, the son." "You say the world doesn't need a saviour, but everyday I hear people calling out for one." __Superman Returns.
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Daenarrah Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 6/7/06 10:55pm Subject: RE: Shattered Glass - ROTS AU - A/P - Chapter 5 up! 6/7
	Another wonderful chapter. The way you show how torn both are is both stunning and very real. I can feel Padmé's pain as she struggles with what to do. Then to be rejected by him when she wants to help. The words you used: It was over. Truly over. She had to leave him. And he would be lost. though simple are so powerful and effective. Padmé had a serious revelation. And now the baby (babies)! That's going to complicate things even more. One thing I liked in particular is what you showed us regarding Anakin. He's so conflicted and lost himself and isn't quite sure what he's doing. All he knows is he's doing it for Padmé. Yet, he can't wash off the blood and guilt of his actions. At the same time it's like he feels she's being ungrateful for all he's done for her, yet he knows she has no reason to be. Still, the anger is there and it takes over and he wants her to understand but he doesn't know how to make her and knows deep down she won't. Add to that he still wants her love but feels he doesn't deserve it so he pushes her away. Yeah, he's very conflicted inside. I have to add too that this chapter caused such an ache in my chest. Which is a good thing when I really enjoy and am so involved in a story. These lines: She was on his side of the bed. He remembered her voice, from a long time ago. I sleep on your side of the bed when I miss you too much. Really? Oh, stop making fun of me, Ani. Sleeping there makes your absence less painful. Just a little. Beautiful. I feel they capture the essence of this fic perfectly. -----signature----- You'll Like Me When I'm Dead ~ V/P Dark Drama/Dark Romance - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29236355 Hellbound to Redemption - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29688961/r29808732/
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