A little bit of nonsense that I typed at lunch on my phone, inspired by a post @madame-alexandra shared this morning.
Leia could do little else but sit in silence and stare. Emotions tumbled in the back of her brain and the pit of her stomach, but she couldnât examine them closelyâŚnot yet, not here. So she stared at out the viewport of the Captainâs scrapped-together ship, letting the blurring starlight wash over her like a gentle summer rain. When they arrived at her base, sheâd be have Carlist. He would not ask questions, just hold her like he did when she was a child, overwhelmed by the huge world she wanted so desperately to be a part of. They would weep together in privacy for all that was lost. She could hold together until then.
A noise at the cockpit door startled her and she whipped her head around to face the one intent in ruining her private reverie. Thanks Captain stood there, a slightly apologetic look on his face for having scared her so. In his hands, he held a steaming cup of kaf and a bottle of whiskey.
âThought you might need at least one of these,â he murmured, holding them out for her inspection. Leia glanced over each and accepted both. The kaf was good and strong, burning a hot trail into the empty pit of her stomach. She read over the label on the whiskeyâthis wasnât bottom shelf stuff. She pulled the cap off and took a healthy swallow. Stronger than her normal preference,but the burn felt good, like the kaf. Capping the bottle, she handed it back to him. Best not to drown her sorrows just yet, on an unfamiliar ship with an empty stomach to boot.
âThank you,â she replied quietly. He didnât say anything in return, just gave her a small but genuine smile before leaving her in peace.
Nursing her cup, Leia turned once again toward the stars.
He was honestly a kind man, she supposed, despite her first encounter with him.
An odd feeling bubbled in her chestâŚhis presence beside her a moment ago was quiet but comfortingly so. Heâd helped her in exactly the way sheâd needed without her having to ask. Most people would have never left her alone, pestered her with questions or just forced their presence on her. Not this Captain Solo. Heâd offered her a token of friendship, of comfort, of familiarity. And heâd left her to herself once againânot alone, but in peace. She knew, then, that their paths were crossed as surely as she had ever known anything.
âI think Iâll fall in love with youâŚsomeday,â she thought to herself.