surquelpied: (si l'amour nous a blessé)
Claude Bérubé ([personal profile] surquelpied) wrote2023-01-16 12:43 pm
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[ Claude doesn't pull away and though Anakin hadn't exactly expected him to - mostly because he doesn't usually concern himself with what-ifs or hypothetical failures - there's still a part of him that settles, feeling Claude staying beneath his hand before he turns his palm upwards and entwines their fingers. His smile is sweet. Anakin watches it, feeling hungry for something he can't entirely understand and when the other man leans in, he follows suit, mirrors him, until their foreheads press together. ]

I do. [ He pauses. Re-thinks the words quickly, then adds, feeling like he's stumbling over himself a little now, the way he used to do around Padmé when he was eighteen, devoid of experience: ] I mean, I want to. Come home with you.

[ Right now, he can't imagine doing anything else - going back to the Temple to be by himself some more, to meditate? Going back to the lower levels to drag his wrecked speeder away, knowing that it'll take him months to fix it? All of that sounds like he can't afford the time it'll take, like it's too long and it'll leave him with less than when he started, the way it's been ever since he left Tatooine. Losses. Less and less.

Meanwhile, Claude's smile makes his heart beat faster.

Smiling slightly, he tightens his grip on the other man and holds on. He knows where he wants to go and Claude... Claude is leading the way. ]