💋 /slides right in for a real quick one
give a valentine’s kiss || not accepting.
VALENTINE’S DAY? for leia, it’s another sunday squinting at too-long emails and trying desperately to pay attention to the glow of her computer screen and not stare at the snow flaking down from the sky. it piles up in lopsided drifts around the garden she insisted on having because it reminds her of her childhood home.
( she closes her eyes and sees the bright flowers under her fingertips, the rows of lopsided lettuce she accidentally trampled once, the dirt that always got under her nails, but her father would still smile. she closes her eyes and sees the smoldering ashes of the steps in the back, a single tomato flung loose from the plant when the bomb went off. she always wonders which memories will fade first. )
leia’s resting her eyes for a moment, one hand gently massaging her forehead ( another stress headache ), when a gentle hand rests on her back and a quick kiss is pressed to her cheek. she startles, twisting in her chair automatically.
han takes a half-step back, grinning somewhat sheepishly. she raises her eyebrows, exasperation written all over her face. ( at the same time she reaches out and squeezes his fingers, letting the tension drain from her body. ) she’s saying i’m busy, don’t bother me now. ( she’s saying stay. )
her eyes are tired today, but she holds his hand tightly. there’s a weariness in her bones, but she circles her thumb on his skin and smiles.
















