Thread: Will (Gwendolyn)

The is a roleplay based in the Star Wars world, and is likely to incorporate a number of extreme fetishes. The sensors set the door to shut behind them, and with the door's sound came the culmination of the day's surreal feel. It was like a period at the end of a sentence, a sentence Anakin had been crucial in crafting, yet even now was unsure of its necessity. It bore a degree of gravity, though, a very real degree an undeniable swan song of what they once were, and could never be again. The Imperial Senate had been slain on Coruscant only two days prior, as had the Jedi Council, his own brethren, and all by his hands... Wincing his eyes shut as all that had occured really settled into his mind, lingering just inside the door of the royal chamber he and his wife would share for the evening, Anakin swallowed down the lump in his throat, swallowed it all the way to the pit of his stomach. He reached out to press his palm against the scanner beside the door. With a few soft beeps and a simple word, Lock, that was it. The day of fear-inspired parades and speeches of a new future had officially drawn to a close with the shutting of their bedroom door. In the wake of all the bloodshed his wife had emerged to an imperial throne as Empress, and he her very capable right hand. Had it been right? Anakin's touch lingered against the scanner, almost leaning against it, his shoulders bearing a slight slump and his head in a defeated bow. Padme had urged him one direction and Palpatine - Sidious - another. Both wanted killing. Both wanted the murders he'd been driven to, rounding up those capable of standing against him and cutting through them with a brilliant, unwavering blade. Sidious' desires had been for domination, to rule, with Anakin as his second and one day heir. Padme... Padme wanted peace, didn't she? Take out the corrupt. Take out those who would protect the corrupt. That left only she and him to rule as the people needed to be, didn't it? It was the same exact thing as Sidious had wanted, same exact , he knew, staging a violent coup to then be the one on top, just presented in a prettier package. But she was his wife, and his... owner. Her sweet words held a seductive sway over him, like a siren of the sea, willing him to a desire for everything she was. Yet had she not purchased him like a commodity from Watto when he was a young boy, Anakin knew he would always be drawn to her regardless. And what of his master, Obi-Wan? The sorrow in the jedi's face had cut Anakin deep, though not nearly as deep as he'd likely cut his teacher. Whether or not Obi-Wan had any clue what drove Anakin to the murders, whether or not he'd noticed, truly noticed the darkness taken root and growing within him for years now, the former padawan could not be sure. He knew only that the jedi master had not slain him when he'd had the chance - nor had Anakin slain him either. Both hesitated. Clashes of their deadly blades had come without recourse, but each time the opportunity of an ending blow surfaced, neither took it. Perhaps... perhaps each had, once or twice, left themselves open in hope that the other would simply end their pain. Sidious had been a different story. The man had been dark. Vile. Worse than those he wished to replace. Sidious had been a tool for Anakin to hone the fermenting pain he'd otherwise been unsure of how to handle. Sidious had taught him much, though was never considered a teacher. Like the rest in his rampage, Anakin cut him down. The only difference was that Sidious, in his death, was revealed to be a Sith Lord, and so the murders that were committed were all put upon him, a corpse whose sentence had already been carried out. Anakin Skywalker was the hero that slew the evil menace, though regretfully arrived too late to stop the carnage. Obi-Wan knew the truth, however. He was the last, and in time Anakin would need to search him out, but for now... For now Senator Padme Amidala had emerged as the only potential leader left. Her coronation took place near instantly, followed by a day of speeches, an afternoon of parades, and an evening so full of feasting and revelry one could easily forget there had been any deaths to begin with. But now... now Anakin was alone with his thoughts. Alone, with his wife. His owner. His mistress, and his love. The jedi's palm lingered against the scanner as he remained there in thought. A confrontation with Obi-Wan was inevitable, whether the man sought to expose the truth or not. The potential was there, and he knew his keeper would order the man to be found, feelings aside. Would he need to atone when that time came? Or steel himself, steel what he had done and follow this course to the end, right or wrong? ...It didn't matter. He was allowed his opinions, he was allowed his thoughts, but when it came down to it Anakin Skywalker was not allowed his will. Empress Padme Amidala, formerly of Naboo and now of everything within billions of light years of reach, was the controller of his conscience. As much as he hated to think about it, at the same time he loved it. And he hated that truth more than anything. Yet he loved her too much to ever want it to change. We've had a big day, he finally said after a solid minute, relaxing his stance but otherwise not moving. I'm... tired. As you must be too. Hopefully she wouldn't have the energy for it tonight. Hopefully she would. Finally turning, dressed in loose white jedi robes with a formal red and gold design for the day's grand occasion, Anakin spoke as he approached her, approached their evening's bed, his eyes moving anywhere but to her own. It'll be even bigger tomorrow. Coruscant's fleet is prepared as you asked to take us to a number of important planets so we may firmly establish your rule. We need only to pack, and to board in the morning when we are ready.