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And you are the way home
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kraytheroWHO: kraythero and resoluteandunyielding
WHERE: Their unoffically shared apartment
WHEN: Early November
WHAT: Hubbie wants to talk domestic things with Wifey.
WARNINGS: Domestic fluff. Mortages and money possible.
Anakin paced the length of the room, waiting for Padmé to come in, he'd texted easier saying he had a great idea and wanted to talk to her when she got in. Their shared space was completely spotless, even the folds on the sheets and covers neat as a pin. It wasn't that he was nervous, no, he didn't have a reason to be nervous. At least not for fear of rejection, he was confident Padmé would absolutely love the idea of carving out a place for themselves, of decorating it to their (her) tastes, to have more space to invite their family members over, for Anakin to have space to work and tinker. No, his nervousness was in other things - the family they had, a feeling of responsibility for the young girl who was their granddaughter, the ache of having their children here, grown and older than them. Wanting to do something other than just sell things.
And what his happiness here meant for their lives at home. What he was and what he was supposed to be.
So he paced. All restless energy in too small a package.
kraythero and resoluteandunyieldingWHERE: Their unoffically shared apartment
WHEN: Early November
WHAT: Hubbie wants to talk domestic things with Wifey.
WARNINGS: Domestic fluff. Mortages and money possible.
Anakin paced the length of the room, waiting for Padmé to come in, he'd texted easier saying he had a great idea and wanted to talk to her when she got in. Their shared space was completely spotless, even the folds on the sheets and covers neat as a pin. It wasn't that he was nervous, no, he didn't have a reason to be nervous. At least not for fear of rejection, he was confident Padmé would absolutely love the idea of carving out a place for themselves, of decorating it to their (her) tastes, to have more space to invite their family members over, for Anakin to have space to work and tinker. No, his nervousness was in other things - the family they had, a feeling of responsibility for the young girl who was their granddaughter, the ache of having their children here, grown and older than them. Wanting to do something other than just sell things.
And what his happiness here meant for their lives at home. What he was and what he was supposed to be.
So he paced. All restless energy in too small a package.