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He was standing with a group of Coruscanti senators when Anakin first saw him. He felt his jaw drop, his heart rate speed up. In the first few seconds of seeing this man, Anakin already knew he was done for.
The man was heavenly. Ethereal. A gift from whatever form of god or gods that may ever exist. He was the type of man that make you believe that you could live off solely their smile and presence and nothing else.
The type of man you’d drop to your knees for immediately upon meeting them- whether to propose or something else entirely… well, you get the point.
He was so mesmerising in these first few seconds, that Anakin hadn’t even realised that he’d stopped in the dead centre of the walkway to stare. It was a miracle the man hadn’t looked over to see the havoc Anakin had caused.
“Anakin!” Padmé hissed from the side of the walkway. “Move!”
Anakin jumped, startled from his adoring trance.
“Oh, gods, I’m- I’m so sorry, Senator! I’ll… I’ll just- yep, ok, ha.” He let out an awkward chuckle as the Senators pushed past him.
“I’m so sorry, Its his first day, I can assure you it won’t happen again, Senator. Thank you.” Padmé apologised. She whirled to him and dragged him to the side.
“And what on earth was that? Anakin, you can’t just stop in the middle of pathways! This isn’t Naboo anymore, people like to be able to walk out of a building!”
“I’m- I’m so sorry Padmé, I, I was distracted. It won’t happen again, I swear.”
“I’m afraid you still have much to learn about the Senate, my dear friend. But for now, let us get lunch.” Anakin smiled at the suggestion and went to move with her, glancing around for the man once more. He was gone.
Obi-wan couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe and he was going to die.
He was going to die without having even known the man’s name.
It is considerably rude, Obi-Wan thought, to look like that (and subsequently kill a man) yet remain so blasé and relaxed.
Gods, even just the man’s smile had Obi-Wan ready to keel over.
He looked young- not a child, no, definitely not a child, but not entirely mature, either. The gold edges of his clothing lit up his eyes and made him glow from afar, like a dying star moments before death.
Obi-wan swallowed heavily.
Senator Amidala, seated beside the man, turned to him and whispered something, causing him to laugh loudly before covering his mouth with a hand. Obi-wan felt his heart flutter dangerously.
He guessed the Senate discussions were coming to an end for the day, but he would be damned if he could remember anything that had been discussed at all- He’d been a tad preoccupied with staring at the handsome new man in the Naboo senator box.
“Senator Kenobi, Are you ready to go?” asked Felle, his companion (and possibly only real friend) in Senate.
“What? Oh- Oh yes, of course. Of course, Senator.”
He looked up in time to see the man exit and sighed. He’d be at tomorrow’s meeting, Obi-Wan hoped.