Asleep on Pins (post Vader's fall, pre NH, Padme-centric) please come on in!

Hello! Thank you so much for bothering to stop by! As the subject says, this takes place after Vader's fall, and deals with his relations to Padme. The story is told through the eyes of someone who loves Padme.

I hope you'll read this with an open mind. And pposting comments might help too.

~Natasha

Legal Disclaimer: Star Wars is not mine, thankfully, or else I would have butchered it by now.

Personal Disclaimer: I am a hopeless romantic of an entirely different sort. I make no apologies for content. You've been warned.

If you're still here , enjoy!


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Asleep on Pins
Prologue
by Natasha M. Wolfe
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She's gone to her room, now. As much as I worry, as much as I feel my
heart clutching, I won't check in on her. I won't trespass against her. The
Force knows how many already have, I'll die before I add my name to that
list. His name is at the top of the list, he has sinned against her and
desecrated her, tried to break her. Red pain blooms against my palms where
my nails have begun digging into the flesh and, with some effort, I uncurl
my hands. My hatred is strong, overwhelming but it is invalid, has no
power-- not like the strength of His anger. I am not a Jedi, like my Lady's
Knight is. Was.

I stand in the hallway outside her room, which is paneled with soft
fabric-- green vines and pink roses-- like the fairy tale forests of my
childhood. Her room is a citadel, she is utterly removed from us all in her
strange grief. In my mind I can see the roses growing out from their
regimented pattern, growing faithfully before her door as a barricade. My
mother's voice tells me that, in fairy tales, if you pierce yourself with
the thorns then you will appease the need for blood and the roses will let
you pass.
That's an interesting idea; roses having a thirst for blood.

Forcing myself, I walk past her door and down the rest of corridor,
heading for the kitchens. At least the other servants here treat me with
respect, on account of my seniority and closeness with Padme, unlike at the
Organa Estate. Here, I can give orders and have them followed, make lists
and know that the purchases will be made. I know I am not whispered about,
behind my back. In the kitchen, I pause to plan the day's meals, then
inform one of the younger girls that she may need to put off cleaning
Leia's room. Padme planned to go on an errand today, but now I don't think
that will happen. Outside, the sky filled with diffused gray light, looming
with the threat of storm and that illusive something that has followed us
despite our best attempts. It annoys me, this constant drawing of my
attention back towards her room. My fretting will not help anything-- the
best I can do is serve my Lady to the best of my ability, keeping petty
concerns from bothering her. In some other life, perhaps I could go to her
door, knock softly, ask in a low voice if I might come in. There would be a
greater chance of her admittance, then, and I could cross the scarlet
floor, kneel before her. She would be sitting in the chair by the window,
the faded pink one with the scalloped back. The red curtains, like
waterfalls of blood, would be drawn across the windows, to protect her from
being seen. In the darkness of the room, lit only by a few candles, I would
just be able to make out the look on her face. Distant, ancient; moon-opal
eyes watching something only she can see. Perhaps she would condescend to
notice me, drawing her lips up into a sad smile.
'Ah,' she'd say, softly, half surprised as I take her hand reverently in
my own, "It's you.' I do not know what my name would be, in this other
life.
"I'm worried about you, My Lady," I'd say, quietly. Her room is a shrine
to her grief, I can not and will not disturb it. She takes her hand from
mine, long china fingers reaching up to touch my forehead before she folds
them in her lap. In this else-time, she knows of my feelings, respects
them, but does not recip

 

. Sweet!!!! Ooo, wonderful job here! I love your use of poetry through it, imagery . Is this Ami/Vader? Sorry, I had to ask

Welcome to the fanfic forums .

I look forward to more

 

DarkLady- Thanks for the warm welcome! I'm so glad you enjoyed my first part.

Eh... yes, Vader is very much involved in this.

~Natasha

Ps. Hoping to post more soon!

 

UP! Please more soon