e·ter·nal
/əˈtərn(ə)l/
adjective~
Lasting or existing forever; without end or beginning.
(of truths, values, or questions) valid for all time; essentially unchanging.
"eternal truths of art and life"
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It is time, my lovely readers! An overly emotional and romantic Prelude to Revenge of the Sith is coming up. So I guess you could say it begins now! I'm so excited!!! Revenge of the Sith is by far my favorite Star Wars movie!
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A hand brushed against my shoulder, gently waking me from sleep. My eyes greeted the city lights; shadows created from blinds showed the sun had yet to rise. Why was Ani waking me up so early?
"Leta, I need to tell you something," Anakin said, his lips gently playing with my earlobe. A tantalizing touch that tickled, and I rolled over with a tired giggle.
"You are the most beautiful sight to wake up to," he whispered. "I'm the luckiest man in the universe; if I forget, feel free to remind me."
I giggled even harder. If he woke me up to tell me that, I wouldn't complain. He was a hell of a sight to wake up to. It was always a reminder of handsome he was. His eyes, their majestic haunting blue, filled with emotions. Eyes that promised me what I feared to ask of another. His golden hair, wavy, brushing against his cheeks and shoulders, a bit messy from waking up, made it even more tempting to fool around.
And his lips, the ultimate temptation of the Galaxy. I wanted them constantly, whether for a simple kiss, a hot make-out, or something more adventurous. Hell, I wanted all of him. Thank the Force he was my one and only love.
He stroked my cheek, and I couldn't resist. I brought his soft lips against mine, enjoying the tenderness of his kiss. My hands weaved through his golden hair and the leather of his robes... Wait what?
I pulled away, popping myself up and looking at him quizzically. "You are dressed a little prematurely, don't you think?"
My hand wandered over his robe-covered chest. I had to press harder because his uniform was so thick with protection. I didn't mind; all things considered, it kept him safe. My robes were suited for mobility, meaning I had to be extra careful.
He heaved a heavy, defeated sigh, averting his gaze, which was a bad sign. "The Council requested I return to the outer-rim sieges. I didn't want to tell you last night, I... I don't know when I'll return."
