[open] Watch it all fall out.

[jamie]

She is not lost, but she looks it.
And he cannot help but wonder what this means. He slinks a little closer, tilts his peculiar head, studies her pretty face. That soft, soft voice like the fine hide of a rabbit. It folds around him easy, makes him shudder. He is a cold thing, not used to all that warmth.

“Padmé ,” he echoes, but his voice sounds nothing like hers. It’s soft, certainly, but soft like fog. Thin, like his father’s.

She turns the question on him and the only indication of his smile is the flash of those sharp, sharp teeth. Because the mouth is dark and it blends in with the rest of him and he exhales something that might have sounded like a laugh if only he were someone else, somewhere else.

“No,” he says and shakes his dark head without drawing those wide yellow eyes away from her face. “Are you looking for a home?” he asks after a single pulse of silence, the stare unnerving. “I can offer you someplace to stay,” he continues, “should you need one.”

from the destruction, out of the flame

you need a villain, give me a name

@[Padme]