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Every moon should know they won’t be able to have their sun. You can wish for it to not be that way the moon, but the sun is always not going to notice the moon. Their light shines brightly, and the moon can only reflect it.
Sabé should know that her queen will never want her. But, it’s hard to shove down every feeling.
They agreed to a sleepover, another one of Saché’s ideas to get them closer. And what else does a teenage girl do with her friends? It was worth it for the way her eyes brightened when they agreed. Eirtaé and Rabé spent most of the evening planning and designing, they wanted more of the Queen’s dresses to have safety features (hidden blasters), whereas Yané spent the evening teaching Padmé to weave fabrics with Saché’s support.
That left Sabé alone, by her own design, she spent her time “reading”. It was interesting to see how each girl expressed their enjoyment, or how each expression crossed their faces. They all spent so much time practising having their faces blank. It was nice to see them freely express themselves.
Especially Padmé. She was hard to read, even without masking. However, right now she seems happy. Much happier than during the invasion. Her eyes looked so much more free and content than the entire trip back to Naboo. Her skin now glowed from the stress of the Trade Federation finally being gone. They are all jokers dressed as kings, they fade to nothing when she looks at Padmé.
It didn’t take long before Saché decided they were going to play truth or dare. The game was fun, ending in Eirtaé sneaking off to steal from the kitchens, Rabé wearing one of the Queen’s gowns, Yané reading their horoscopes, Saché badly dancing to opera and Padmé describing her first 3 loves/crushes.
Ugly feelings bubbled in the pit of Sabé’s stomach, all before they started to popular music from Coruscant. None of them could dance well, well maybe apart from Padmé in Sabé’s own honest opinion.
The rest of their waking hours were spent asking silly, childish questions. And like it always seemed to go, Sabé indulged in them because Padmé was so happy and willing to. She laid across the bed with Rabé on her left, answering any question thrown at her.
Secretly, Sabé was very thankful for all the questions, it allowed her to see Padmé more like a person and not just an idol. Padmé preferred sunrises, strawberry ice cream, and her bed being warm when she wakes.
It took until 3 am before they started to nod off, starting with Eirtaé. They relocated to the Queen’s bed, all five of them. Sabé thanked all the small gods for her being next to Padmé and the little amount of room with all of them on the bed. It gave her more than enough excuses for her to wrap her arms around Padmé's waist.
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Padmé woke to a warm bed, and the gentle sounds of rain and music. The night couldn’t have been more perfect. She thanked the Force (and Saché’s young age) for the sleepover. A politician should take every opportunity to learn more, no matter the subject. Including a subject that was your crush’s favourite things (loth-cats, sunsets, eclipses, chocolate ice cream).
She further thanked the Force for Sabé being so close to her. She was still deeply asleep, the occasional deep sigh included. Turning her head, she watched as the light lit her face, gorgeous golden hues splashed across her face.
She felt like she was going to sink and drown and die looking at Sabé. She’s so gorgeous. Her lashes splayed out like an art piece. Maybe Padmé could ask the Force for more time.
She could only hope for an eclipse, a chance for the sun to show its purest love for the moon. Not every dream came true but the is one she could continue to dream of.
“I love you to the moon and back,” Padmé whispered into Sabé hair.