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[prophesiedone]

[Anakin is nursing a burned leg - thanks, fire - looking like his usual peppy, happy self.]

Eclipse, leave it alone. [He shows a curious cat sniffing said leg and coaxes it into his lap. Another cat, one that is smaller, with a face that is almost too adorable for words follows in Eclipse's dainty footsteps, laying over Anakin's leg. There. That's better, right?]

Thank you, Ravager. [No, really. This is the terrifying Darth Vader. With a pair of sweet cats.]

I swear this is the last I do for you, Hadriel. Unless there is a burning building filled with cats, you are on your own.

[Cats > People. Obviously.]

Hux? Are you alive? [That's a nice way of checking on someone, right?] Maedhros? Fingon? What about you?

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{Maedhros doesn't mind messy braids! Any playing with his hair is soothing, especially when it's from someone he trusts.

He shifts until he can rest his chin on Anakin's shoulder, curling an arm around his waist.}

But, you would have time with them that you would not have if you did not break free of this cage. They would get the chance to know you, not just the Emperor's pet.

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[prophesiedone]

[He can try? All talents surely have some use and so they should be honed, right? Anakin likes that he can give Maedhros some peace. He notices how the Elf is very rarely in a poor mood when they speak. It's contagious, really.

The last description could rile him. His muscles tense, yet the solid, kind weight of Maedhros quiets his offense.]

He has a lot against me. [He touches the sketch, brow furrowing.] You're right. I'd rather die sooner having known them.