I, l, waned as fast as the fine features of the woman, who was crouched in front of him holding their fragile shoulders, unconfigured in a gesture that frightened him. I saw a great fear in his eyes, and hands, long fingers caressed her rosy cheek then, trembling against his skin. Fear was hopelessly caught him when the woman spoke in a hushed voice, a whisper, and wishing not to be discovered by whoever was causing such terror. -Camus, hide there. Do not go, or make any noise. Promises to obey .-
nodded as the woman forced her to enter a pMALL cabinet drawer in rather than just sitting and actually if you could ball. But why follow their orders? He was not Camus. He was Milo, and he had never known her mother. And this woman that left him trapped in that hideout, after depositing a kiss on her forehead, for some reason he felt as such.
began to tremble. Violent noise heard and the darkness of his little hut not consoled. Felt the need to go out and find his mother, the instinct to help the presenter was in danger was too strong. But she hadpromise made ... so I waited. Until the sound of a desperate gasp led him to open the door, behind which was hidden, just enough to glance outside.
immediately repented, to witness how the woman who for some reason contained a large space in his heart, fell lifeless to the ground after his chest was pierced by the bright a laser blaster carried by one of several burly man who invaded his home. And with that her young heart was broken. And a sharp cry pequeñoy could not be contained in his throat, escaping as &da. Again closed the door and left the house in total confusion.
/./././././././././././././././././. Milo
snapped awake and sat on the bed that spring. His chest ached deep, and the desire to mourn were a tremendous and inexplicably intense.
used force, clearing your mind and breathing deeply in an attempt to calm down, but their agitation only tended to increase, when in his own half caught hearing faint sounds, which carried an intrinsic sorrow.
turned his face to see Camus babbling incoherence against the pillow, sleeping and crying unquestionably suffering, both the image that testified as his grieving Force firm were obvious evidence of that.
Milo The natural impulse led him to stretch their hands to address the shoulders of Camus, but these were suspended mid-way. I was hesitating to shake and wake due to a fleeting thought that crossed his mind, and he could hardly believe being retardant Camus relief, when all I ever cared about was the welfare of that.
But stop to think. To feel less guilty as I did, strokedAunt scared. And confusion. Within
hiding had escaped certain death, but because he did not understand, and her mother. Did not elaborate on the reason why not come out of that box that houses it, and remained hidden even when the guerrillas were heard no longer in your household.
Then he noticed something strange: the time spent. Did not stop over at the time that the man who killed his mother, he left behind him closing the door, to repeat everything again and innumerable times since the start of his memory. The second and
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And then the last part of that dream ...
-Milo ... - Keep your eyes on the gentle eyes of those who cared for him in his arms, smiling sweetly. Camus understood.
- Was your mother? - Milo asked in a voice inflection that Camus had never sounded so smooth.
"You ... do you dream too? - Asked if the answer was clear and confirmed by the slight nod of that. But it was so strange, so hard to believe.
- But how ..? "His voice died coNTRA robe covering Milo's chest, where his face curled.
I do not know .-
Milo could hardly explain how he was able to manipulate the dreams of Camus that way. Never thought I could do something of this magnitude. Read weak minds was easy, but Camus was a Jedi and manage the dreams of a server to the Force, was unprecedented.
Camus also wondered the same thing. His arms surrounding the arrest Milo imitation in which he held him, his head looking for a logical explanation for what happened. After all, after few minutesconcluded that a how or why it was not what mattered. Milo had come to comfort him in his sleep, and developed a terrible memory into something easier to accept and deal possible.
"Thanks .- drove in a sincere whisper.
In response Milo drew him closer to each other, and caress your back on weak swings increased their fragility to almost stop altogether, when both were relaxed enough to be dropped as it was expected that After a peaceful break. Nothing
peaceful
had the squeaky sounds that suddenly heard in the corridor outside the room luxuryescrow his inappropriate language. Milo and Camus, fun at first with the situation, after a few minutes they got tired and decided to leave the room and look at your own dining room where they were expected.
To test the patience of both his assigned tour guides reached after a few minutes. The protocol droid, fulfilling their job over, I told the story of Naboo as they walked through the high halls. Endlessly recounted the recent conflicts in which the planet had been involved, including personal experiences kept its memory chip, they said with some pride that had been created by famed pilotIan missed his absence. The mystery of this was revealed to them by the same Obi-Wan as they ate breakfast Ely senators.
- Sith?! - Milo Camus looked so menacing to hear the cry of that high recklessly.
still listened in tense silence as they were revealed as he once believed was the "chosen one", became a server to the dark side of The Force and emerged as a potential threat against the Republic Republic, the Jedi Order in specific, and Padme Amidala irreparably. Obi-Wan
believed dead after; Aacute; s Anakin.
latter explained that he felt betrayed by everyone he ever loved. Obi-Wan said he had abandoned to certain death after the battle, and that Padmé had reneged on their vows of love to reject it only because of the nature of their new ideals. Darth Vader
seeking revenge and its closest target was his wife, now the mother of twins who had not heard Anakin. Too much time had elapsed since Padmé did not see it, if they were constants together with the Chancellor that kept theamp; eacute; should be segregated.
had to hide separately, as if they stayed together, would be very easy for Darth Vader felt. So the plan was sheltering Padmé and Leia, the small, on Alderaan, under the care of Senator Organa. While Obi-Wan llevaríaa Luke on Tatooine, the home of the Anakin, where the brother of the latter had agreed to take care of him.
Milo and Camus had to ensure that Padmé and Bail arrived safely to Alderaan.
- And you, Master Kenobi, go alone? -
"In fact, precisely that discussed &admirable safety with which the woman was referring to the events that separate them from one of their children. I knew to control his emotions, and in numerous previous occasions had shown their courage, Miss Padmé could have been a good Jedi, thought both.
"I think good idea .- Milo said, confirming the correctness of your answer with an approving look at him Camus.
"It would be unwise to leave it unprotected Jedi, Obi-Wan .- senator said. His gaze sought support from Organa, but it did nothing more than a shrug; conocíaa the perfehat the man said he was the creator. Vessels and containers were the basics, but could find to necklaces, bracelets, medals and other jewelry made of crystal, transparent and colorful too.
cautiously studied the wonderful variety of charms, and found something that caught his attention.
"Excuse me, how many credits requested for this? -
" For you, for being a friend of the senator, will be free .-
vehement Camus insisted on paying for the delicate jewel and the old man had little choice but to accept a pair of Republicans from the credits yourco boy. The thin silver chain that hung said, was handled by Padmé, as an appreciation for the assistance they provide. He
entertaining the senator in his talk with the artisan, and he came up Milo. He ordered the annoying droid guarding Padmé and they of course obeyed. At last he was left alone with Milo, who looked incredulously fun.
It seemed unusual behavior Camus, who amazingly only senator left the care of a couple living tin, and now seemed too timid to act and nerviBear, hesitant to speak, until finally the voice was able to get you out, somewhat shaky.
"I give you something ... - drew from his pocket the minute gem that was just purchased and placed around the neck of Milo, who blushed and surprised, took the little fingers told now rested on the center of your chest, and studied with a smile on his lips.
"Thanks for making reality you prefer, any beautiful dream .- Milo felt his heart packed down on an effect but not unpleasant. Her smile grew, but an arched eyebrow while observingda.
A kiss would have complemented the scene perfectly. But they had to make the huge effort to restrain himself, and with great reluctance to separate, when the senator, his servants, and the pair of droids walked toward them.
"Boys, I would rest. Come back, you can stay as long as they wish .-
"No senator, served .- Camus was quick to respond.
She smiled condescendingly as he nodded in a gesture that disappeared instantly felt the tear of glass hanging from the neck of Milo. His eyes darkened and he looked at Camus. His voice soreprobante not so much as compassionate.
"Do not condemn the cries .- ruled, turning and hurrying back to the port where transport awaited them. Camus and Milo confused glances, and chose to ignore the bleak commentary on the girl, who at every step he took, leaving noticeable in the Force, the essence of his perpetual uneasiness.
Once back on the small palace, the few people used their soft beds for a much needed break before what promised to be a busy morning. With simple to alter, this time the room was designated for Milo, in which he and Camus decided to spendnight.
- Have you said thanks? - Asked who was leaning on his naked torso, while both played with the droplet of glass, stroking with the tip of an index finger, while he in After being touched by the hand of his tanned, and trading posts on the pretext of studying the round gem, but wanting nothing more than their hands on innocent contact friction.
"Not in those exact words .- Camus said in a mock offended tone.
"Thanks .- Camus raised his eyes and met the beautiful smile as he thanked Milo outlined his small gift.
-Mmm ... - Milowas thoughtful, his hand caressing the pale cheek confianzudamente now his partner. - I told you I love you? -
"Every day that .- River.
Milo was promoted, taking Camus wrists and hands carrying it over his head, once I could get over her slender body. That like him, remained only in pants, and so the skin of their torsos were stroking each deliberate movement that carried out the sensor on its prey.
"Well .- concluded Milo, wearing a sly smile.
loosened the grip on the mu & amp; about girls, dolls of Camus and he quickly looked to his hands the skin of the vast other's back. Milo turned his smile into a different, loving, disappearing when approached her face to assault Camus lips in a kiss that had been postponed, and they felt vitally need. The scale of intensity of contact up until stealing another breath, and down until there was no more than a gentle sucking on his lips, which gave off superficially, just before breaking for rediscover their eyes, they embraced with a wink dedicated goodnight.
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