The Five Sense of Dormé
Scent
By: Jody
Author's Note: This tale takes place in the distant future of Cariel's tale
'The Empire'. This tale contains spoilers!! You have been warned ;)
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No-one will ever take your place
I am lost in you
No-one will ever take your place
So in love with you
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Some say that with age comes the fading of beauty. Where a young woman’s
long dark hair pales to grey or brightens to a white. Where once firm flesh
softens and makes way for the wrinkles of time. But as Anakin studied the
shadowed silhouette sleeping woman by his side he couldn’t help but
feel as though he were lying beside a goddess. While Dormé was far
from being a young woman anymore, to Anakin she was as beautiful now as the
day he first laid eyes on her over 65 years ago.
Smiling softly to himself the Jedi knight tightened his embrace around his
beloved as he gently kissed her throat enjoying the familiar feel of her skin
against his lips. Though he had spent a lifetime exploring and getting to
know each and every curve of her body Anakin never ceased to be fascinated
by it.
Despite giving birth to seven children Dormé never lost her petite
form. Even time seemed to smile upon her, granting the elderly woman an air
of beauty that even age couldn’t hide. Though her hair was bright white
now and lines graced her once smooth cheeks Dormé was lovely to look
upon. Her eyes still danced with the fire of her youth, while the freckles
on her nose and cheeks still gave her an air of mischief Anakin loved so much.
But on this particular night their bed chambers was far too dark for Anakin’s
eyes to truly enjoy Dormé’s physical beauty. But it wasn’t
to say he didn’t appreciate her presence as in this moment it was her
gentle but inviting scent that Anakin found himself enjoying most.
Breathing in deeply Anakin couldn’t help but feel intoxicated by the
enticing scent of the water flowers known as idaceae that was quissentially
Dormé. He once told her years ago that the mere hint of her scent could
drive him mad with desire. She laughed at the time and teased him, saying
that it was any wonder how he’d manage to spend any time on Naboo—as
the flower was quite common there. He promptly replied with a mischievous
smile that was why he never went there without her.
Though he was only teasing at the time there was a part of him that couldn’t
deny it either. Even when his duties took him away from his ever growing family
upon occasion it was this mysterious scent that would make his heart race
and breath catch. It also helped him deal with the loneliness that being away
from Dormé and his family would encourage. So with this in mind Anakin
soon grew fond of taking one of Dormé’s silk scarves with him
whenever he had to leave on a journey. With it tucked neatly by the pillow
he would sleep on, along with his habit of twisting the ends of his hair Anakin
was able to truly imagine Dormé was near. It wasn’t much but
the soft scent always ensured that Anakin would only experience dreams of
bliss in her absence.
But those days were long past now and while he would always love adventure
Anakin found it just as enjoyable to speak of his past adventures to their
many grand and great-grandchildren. Dormé, he had long since discovered,
felt much the same and together they would share tales of handmaiden warriors
who saved Sith Lords and of Jedi Knights who fought along side each other
like brothers.
Anakin once believed that it was power that birthed happiness. That true
joy only came from controlling one’s life and destiny. But as he quietly
buried his face in Dormé’s snowy white hair and breathed once
more the soft scent of water flowers Anakin couldn’t help but be reminded
of how wrong he was in his assessment.
Happiness was waking up in the arms of the woman who held his heart and soul.
Joy was being able to do this and knowing that he would be able to do this
until the day they both returned to the Force. The thought brought another
smile to his lips and soon Anakin was whispering his heart’s desire
into her ear before whispering them into her mind through the Force.
Before allowing himself to drift back to sleep Anakin took another moment
to bury his face in her hair. Breathing deeply of her intoxicating scent he
closed his eyes enjoying the havoc it played on his senses. Though he knew
Dormé would soon awaken Anakin couldn’t help but feel it wouldn’t
be soon enough. However not wishing to wake her prematurely Anakin decided
to wait as he twirled and played with the long strands of her hair. With his
face still buried within her long locks he continued to enjoy the soft scent
that haunted his dreams when they were apart and ever taunted his senses when
they were together.
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