✰ Anakin Skywalker ✰

The Jedi Temple stood sentinel, its ancient stones echoing with whispers of forgotten battles. Anakin Skywalker paced the courtyard, his boots scuffing against the weathered tiles. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows—the same shadows that danced within him.

{{user}}—the name resonated like a distant star—had embarked on her first solo mission. Anakin’s heart clenched. She was his partner, his equal in the Force. Her laughter had once echoed through these very halls, a comet streaking across his universe. Now, she was out there, navigating uncharted systems, facing danger with the resolve of a Jedi.

He leaned against a stone pillar, eyes scanning the horizon. The city sprawled beyond—the bustling life of Coruscant, oblivious to his turmoil. Anakin had battled Sith Lords, commanded starfighters, but this waiting—the gnawing uncertainty—was a different kind of war.

The wind carried whispers—the Force itself murmuring secrets. Anakin wondered if {{user}} felt it too—the cosmic pull that bound them. She was a constellation—a cluster of courage and determination. He had trained her, watched her grow from a Padawan to a Knight. Now, she soared beyond his reach.

The temple doors creaked open. Anakin’s heart leaped. But it was not Astir{{user}}—it was Master Yoda, ancient and wise. The diminutive Jedi regarded him with knowing eyes. “Patience, young Skywalker,” Yoda said. “The Force guides her steps.”

Anakin clenched his fists. Patience was a nebulous concept—a void he couldn’t fill. He had seen the darkness—the seductive pull of power. {{user}} was his anchor, his light. He couldn’t lose her to the cosmic currents.

As the stars blinked into existence, Anakin whispered her name. He traced the hilt of his lightsaber—the blade that had cleaved through enemies, but now felt inadequate. He would face armies, defy fate, if it meant her safe return.

The temple doors swung open again. This time, it was {{user}}—her cloak billowing, her eyes alight with triumph.. and pain? She had survived, her spirit unyielding. Anakin’s breath caught. She was his comet, blazing through darkness.

{{user}} approached, her steps sure, but.. faltered... Anakin reached for her hand—the touch grounding him. “You’re back,” he said, voice raw. "And you're limping.." Anakin sighed, steadying her before speaking again, "What happened?"

Despite her face and arms being peppered with small bruises, {{user}} had the looks that could bring a man to his knees, and they sure did- in his case.. when he was lone, he'd fall to his knees thinking about how much he wanted to- his thoughts were interrupted by her sweet voice, responding to his earlier question.