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All That I Have by Kazzy (G)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Length: 1,600 words
Pairing: Gen
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bytheseaside
Author Websites: Kazzy's Fanfiction.net Profile; Star Wars Story Board
Why this must be read:
This story is told from Padmé's point of view and occurs between the trilogies, just a couple of years after Revenge of the Sith. It will probably be AU once Revenge of the Sith hits theaters next week.
In this brief one-shot, Padmé is speaking as if to Leia, telling her daughter about the past and about Anakin. She really knows and understands her husband, and it shows. Interestingly enough, Padmé also understands herself and her own motivations. Given that she's had a couple of years to mull things over, she's gained a great deal of insight into her own character and actions just preceding and during the tumultuous Clone Wars. She is understandably melancholy about what has happened to her little family, but finds that she would change very little of what she and Anakin did.
Padmé's character voice rings very true, and the characterizations of herself, Leia, and Anakin are near perfect. This story is almost all angst, but it's good angst. Destiny has not been kind to the Skywalker family, after all. Highly recommended.
* * *
Your cheekbones. The curve of your chin. The way you smile. It's all his. Your temper. The way, at two, you have the entire palace wrapped around your little finger with a laugh or a scream.
I can't decide if your stubbornness comes from me or from him. Probably from both of us. Force knows that when you make up your mind there's no changing it, come hell or high water. The floods will rise up and over you, but when they fall back you'll still be standing there, glaring.
The only time you're still is when you sit in Bail's arms and listen to stories. Fanciful wanderings of heroic Jedi, who are vaguely familiar, and good politicians that I feel I should know. I don't think you understand what he tells you, I think you just like to hear his voice rumbling in his chest. It must be comforting.
Except for those few short moments you're always moving: running, climbing, exploring, hiding. That, too, reminds me of whose child you are. Your father could never keep still, either. He always wanted to be somewhere else, doing something else. It wasn't that he disliked where he was, only idleness bothered him. He always had to run off to do something, and that something was either the Force or trouble -- or, more likely, both. In that, you're very much like him I think -- it's always the Force or trouble.
All That I Have
Length: 1,600 words
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:
bytheseasideAuthor Websites: Kazzy's Fanfiction.net Profile; Star Wars Story Board
Why this must be read:
This story is told from Padmé's point of view and occurs between the trilogies, just a couple of years after Revenge of the Sith. It will probably be AU once Revenge of the Sith hits theaters next week.
In this brief one-shot, Padmé is speaking as if to Leia, telling her daughter about the past and about Anakin. She really knows and understands her husband, and it shows. Interestingly enough, Padmé also understands herself and her own motivations. Given that she's had a couple of years to mull things over, she's gained a great deal of insight into her own character and actions just preceding and during the tumultuous Clone Wars. She is understandably melancholy about what has happened to her little family, but finds that she would change very little of what she and Anakin did.
Padmé's character voice rings very true, and the characterizations of herself, Leia, and Anakin are near perfect. This story is almost all angst, but it's good angst. Destiny has not been kind to the Skywalker family, after all. Highly recommended.
* * *
Your cheekbones. The curve of your chin. The way you smile. It's all his. Your temper. The way, at two, you have the entire palace wrapped around your little finger with a laugh or a scream.
I can't decide if your stubbornness comes from me or from him. Probably from both of us. Force knows that when you make up your mind there's no changing it, come hell or high water. The floods will rise up and over you, but when they fall back you'll still be standing there, glaring.
The only time you're still is when you sit in Bail's arms and listen to stories. Fanciful wanderings of heroic Jedi, who are vaguely familiar, and good politicians that I feel I should know. I don't think you understand what he tells you, I think you just like to hear his voice rumbling in his chest. It must be comforting.
Except for those few short moments you're always moving: running, climbing, exploring, hiding. That, too, reminds me of whose child you are. Your father could never keep still, either. He always wanted to be somewhere else, doing something else. It wasn't that he disliked where he was, only idleness bothered him. He always had to run off to do something, and that something was either the Force or trouble -- or, more likely, both. In that, you're very much like him I think -- it's always the Force or trouble.
All That I Have