#graspingperception

[corellianangel]

Mock-pummeling him now, the princess scolded and swore at Han, her language infinitely more colourful than it would be amongst her troops housed below. In return, Han affected a prim accent, and chided Leia for her atrocious language, so direly unbefitting a young lady of her breeding and position. Outraged, Leia resorted to smothering his teasing by smooshing her hands over Han’s mouth, an action which got them both to the point of cackling.

Yeah, he probably did lov–

“I hate you.” Leia’s dark eyes sparkled, and what came out of her mouth was entirely opposite to how it sounded. Han just grinned at her cheekily.

“I know.” He quipped, as if what she’d said was the most inoffensive thing in the world.

And when, with a snort, Leia joined in the laughter once more, dissipating the remaining tension with that gorgeous husky alto, it was–Han swore–at that instance– the most magical thing he had ever heard.

[corellianangel]

Princess Leia finds that understanding and controlling what’s inside, involves seeing the world through the eyes of the person most unlike herself. Han/Leia on Hoth angst and romance. Rebellion era - pre ESB. Trigger warnings apply.

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I finally got around to it!

[corellianangel]

“And then?”

“What, then?’

“When justice, victory and vengeance are in your hands…What then, Princess?”

Leia became uncomfortable.  She had no answer.  Did she have dreams? She could no longer remember.  There were always fairy-tale fantasies; a lover, or a spouse, maybe children, perhaps a life beyond duty. But even those were a guilty pleasure.  One that she could ill-afford, when the next battle stood on the horizon.

Besides, it’s not like she expected to actually survive to see the end of this war.

“I-, I don’t…”

“Child, I will guide you back,” Maz smiled sadly. She laid a ring laden hand on Leia’s. “But I want you to promise me, and—“ Maz raised her index finger at Leia, giving her an affectionate squeeze, “promise yourself that you will find the answer to that question.

[corellianangel]

Han and Leia on Hoth. 'nuff said!

This is chapter two of this fan fiction.  Many thanks to those who have reposted and left comments. You all inspired me to run with this story.  

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[corellianangel]

She felt at peace, yet utterly hyper-aware. The parts of her body making contact with the hard surface of the glacier seemed to feel the world’s surface drawing her into a rich deep well of calming power.  The surrounding air simmered around her with a living, thrumming energy.  Leia’s consciousness spread out as she took in the deep hues of the distant mountains, the crystalline white on the snowy surface of the vast area of the glacier spread before them. Behind her, Han’s breathing matched in time to hers, and she felt the rise and fall of his broad chest at her shoulder, there was a distant, comforting sensation of his raw protective masculinity wrapping her presence like a warm cloak.