Not even halfway through his speech, Leia was already shaking her head. If she had been worried before…
Still, she allowed him to conclude his proposition uninterrupted, before hitting him with an adamant 𝙧𝙚𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.
“Have you been drinking Han’s Corellian wine?” »
Luke stood in silence for a moment after she finished speaking, his eyes fixed on the holomap while Imperial patrol routes flickered across its surface in cold blue light.
He reached forward, adjusting the projection with his hand before isolating the sector surrounding the —
« a way of panning out in his favor. But she was nothing if not determined, and wouldn’t back down from this without putting up a fight.
“They were captured while following 𝘮𝘺 orders… believe me, I want them back as much as you. But this problem isn’t solved »
“We 𝙖𝙡𝙡 have a price on our heads now,” she shot back, jabbing her index finger into his chest. “So don’t stand there complaining about a hole that 𝘆𝗼𝘂 dug for yourself, you arrogant old —”
If anyone was trying to sleep in that morning, they were surely up now.
»
Here she goes. So much for trying to be diplomatic for once. And it wasn’t even like he said anything that wasn’t true. She did put too much pressure on her shoulder — he was only going to suggest that she let others carry that burden with her.
Oh well.
As Leia’s tone —
« took shape.
Leia looked up at him again, all anger and reluctance replaced with something more thoughtful, calculated.
“Alright,” she began slowly, “If you really mean what you say, then prove it.”
Intricate braids swayed gracefully as she tilted her head, »
She stared at him as if he’d spoken in butchered Shyriiwook, her frown deepening at the comment. Clearly, a nerve had already been struck.
“And what would be an 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 amount of worry in your eyes?” she snapped back.
The cup slammed down harder than necessary »
Hey, he’s always nice. She’s the one that always manages to push his buttons.
The Smuggler slowly approaches Princess, hand latching onto his blaster-holster as his eyes meet the endless gaze of the galaxy.
It’s weird. He’s traveled to the farthest reaches of space and —
« Leia had been with anyone so far. Around Han, her mask of diplomacy seemed to slip in ways she neither understood nor entirely disliked.
But she could not afford the vulnerability, and her walls quickly raised again.
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