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29 December 2005 @ 01:49 am
[fic] "Objects in Motion" 1/1 (Star Wars, P/A, PG-13)  
Author's Notes: I originally posted this on Christmas Eve, under a friends lock-- now I'm reposting this for the world at large. ^__^ This is just a short Padme/Anakin vignette, written as a Christmas present for my ever valiant and darling beta, leia_naberrie. I actually surprised myself by just sitting down and writing-- I've never done very well on command, but this time, it might actually have worked. I hope this doesn't suck too badly. As always, I thank you for taking the time to ride, and will adore you forever if you choose to comment. Really, I will.



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Objects in Motion 1/1
by Meredith Bronwen Mallory
mallorys-girl@cinci.rr.com
http://www.demando.net/

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When Anakin Skywalker entered the third year of his apprenticeship, Master Yoda gathered all his age mates together for a lesson about dreams and the Force. Wide-eyed and dry in the throat, the young padawans gazed on the diminutive master, faces flickering with doubt.
The future, Master Yoda said, was always in motion.

It was right, and it was wrong-- it was true, and it was false. Kneeling on the cool stone floor of the classroom, Anakin felt a dainty but forceful hand close securely around his heart. The texture of his dreams branded Yoda both charlatan and a saint and, as he grew older, that single sage phrase would echo ruthlessly in his mind. Fourth year, and he dreamed of sandstorms, sweeping through towns of sun-baked brick, leaving absence and desertion in their wake. Padme's face in a dark, flickering window. En route to an assignment with Obiwan on an old freighter, and the laboring engine conjured phantom troops to march through his inner landscape, white-booted and horribly immaculate. Later still, and meditation under Windu's watchful eye brought the Force's touch more keenly, as incomprehensible and alien as the impassive face of the moon.

Fifteen, and he dreamed of the swell of Padme's breast beneath his strengthening hand, scarlet silk riddled with black and gold. Her voice echoed in his dreams-- a queen, strident and commanding; a woman, tender and wise. She advised him, consoled him, tones in time with the beat of a his heart. He dreamt of that, too-- his chest cleaved open, exposing the treasure within. A thing of red glass, clutched by black wires and silver cords, the heart of a boy commanded not to love but unable to refrain. Sometimes, he saw an ocean world, water reflecting sunset; red tides that washed Padme up, chill and barely breathing, onto a terrible, endless white beach. The sound of the waves was the sound of someone's infinitely labored breath.

Eighteen, and a sliver of glass showed him Padme smiling, body cradled in marble tub even as the water bled to a deep, vibrant red. A shift, a sideways motion that left him reeling, and he could see her miserable struggling, soaked in sweat and antiseptic cotton. She writhed, pained and broken, like a butterfly pinned to a tray, while Obiwan told her to just hold on. Nineteen, and the Force showed him Sand People behind his closed eyes, his mother's voice reaching with unfathomable power from the past.

Fear not, Master Yoda once said-- what the Force shows you is possible only. Always in motion, the future. That was probably the first time Anakin realized you could tell the truth and still manage to lie.



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*yoda voice* Really freak'n shiny, the feedback is. ^_~
 
 
Emotional Temperature: hopefulhopeful
The Band Plays:: "I Just Wanna Live"-- by Good Charlotte
 
 
 
moira__c on December 29th, 2005 09:41 am (UTC)
beautiful...
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: lily2garnettrees on December 30th, 2005 05:15 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you...
-Meredith
the Jennifer Incident™_greatguitarsex on December 29th, 2005 12:20 pm (UTC)
You have an incredible way with words. ♥
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: frozengarnettrees on December 30th, 2005 05:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for the kind words! That was such a nuce compliment. ^__^
-Meredith
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Meredith Bronwen Mallory: lovesecretgarnettrees on December 30th, 2005 05:17 pm (UTC)
You always say the sweetest things, dearie. Thank you.
-Meredith
Miyeko: Padme & Anakin: The End by calikaliemiyeko on December 30th, 2005 12:02 am (UTC)
I'll comment again, because I just love your use of language. So vivid and descriptive, you do that "show don't tell" thing quite well.

This line: "The sound of the waves was the sound of someone's infinitely labored breath" foreshadows the mechanical breath of Vader so subtly.

And this image of Padme rings so true to me, a beautiful creature dying on display: "She writhed, pained and broken, like a butterfly pinned to a tray..."
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: katiegarnettrees on December 30th, 2005 05:20 pm (UTC)
This line: "The sound of the waves was the sound of someone's infinitely labored breath" foreshadows the mechanical breath of Vader so subtly.
It's weird, but even though Anakin is from a desert planet, I've always had this image of him standing on a beach. Very strange. I'm glad the line worked for you! ^__^

And this image of Padme rings so true to me, a beautiful creature dying on display: "She writhed, pained and broken, like a butterfly pinned to a tray..."
Watching Padme's death scene really brought some of these ideas to the fore. I know she had to die in ROTS, but I'm still a little bitter at Lucas. ^^;;

Thanks for commenting again, Miyeko!
-Meredith
moonspinnermoonspinner on December 30th, 2005 10:41 am (UTC)
*hugs* again!
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: ayugarnettrees on December 30th, 2005 05:20 pm (UTC)
*hugs tight*
-Meredith
Ivy Lore: snarkel shoot firstivylore on December 31st, 2005 04:29 am (UTC)
Lovely, as always. Thank you!

I think I may have told you once over at TFN, but yours is near to the only prequel writing I read. Empty Movement is one of my favourite pieces of fanfiction - ever. And this is coming from a devoted Han and Leia fan.
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: lovesecretgarnettrees on January 2nd, 2006 04:50 am (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you, sweetie. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Empty Movement is one of my favourite pieces of fanfiction - ever.
You have me blushing again-- that was my first Star Wars fic, ever. I'm glad it still holds up.

I started out a Han/Leia fan too, so your compliment means a great deal.
Thanks again!
-Meredith
Ninjabear: coming for a stealth hug: APdangermousie on January 2nd, 2006 02:04 pm (UTC)
This was amazing.
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: frozengarnettrees on January 3rd, 2006 12:17 pm (UTC)
*blush* Always means even more coming from you, Mousie. ^__^
-Meredith
vanimyvanimy on January 2nd, 2006 06:34 pm (UTC)
Oh... Beautiful. Simply beautiful. I wish I could write like that. Poor Anakin... His visions are clearly a curse.
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: lily2garnettrees on January 3rd, 2006 12:18 pm (UTC)
Poor Anakin... His visions are clearly a curse.
I think a lot about being a Jedi would be harder than is often depicted... *grins* I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and that it made sense to you. Thanks!
-Meredith
betareject on January 20th, 2006 01:11 pm (UTC)
Wow. this tales is so amazing that it just leaves me speachless. Thankk you for sharing.
shiegra: coquetteshiegra on March 5th, 2006 11:34 pm (UTC)
Beautifully, heartbreakingly lyrical, impressing the inevitability of the bitter future. Also raising the issue of the extent Anakin's knowledge about what was what going to happen. Definitive but not absolute.

In other words:

**SQUEEEEEE!**