incomplete list of things i love about leia organa (because i adore her and i'm obsessed with her)
f/o content btw, not everything is canon
her hair, long and curly and perfect
her smile in any and all forms
her voice, that i cannot replicate in my head even if i try
the glint in her eyes when she's angry
the way the words just come out of her like she doesn't even have to think them beforehand
her complete refusal to put herself first when there's other people to worry about. [ both loveable and infuriating. the point being that she's noble, and kind, and has a big heart, and self-neglection is not good, but her reasons for it are proof of how amazing she is. ]
the speeches i know she gives at the senate
the way she doesn't back down no matter who she's face to face with. (see: vader, tarkin)
her sass and the ridiculously specific insults she comes up with
her way of taking over a situation when it's clear no one else will
the way she purses her lips a little when she's worried
the nostalgia in her tone when she talks about alderaan which is in perfect state btw. she just misses it cuz she's busy and hasn't been there in a while. # alderaan is okay # and so are bail and breha i promise
her hands and everything they touch
her eyes and the subtle changes in them
the way she gives in and talks passionately about things the minute she understands she's being listened to.
THAT beauty mark under her eye, near her nose. possibly my fave spot to kiss.
the way she talked to the ewoks in rotj # you just know she's great with kids
her somehow being able to pull off a camouflage poncho????
the years i spent loving her, and the fact i get to continue for many more
her being a cheek kisser i love her i love her i love her
getting to watch the stress fade away from her face at the end of the day
us being the exact same height and how that's simultaneously perfect and really funny
fighting her for the bigger pillow
her laughter and every opportunity to coax it out
the perfectly kissable shape of her nose
the way she removes my glasses when she wants to see my face
her tired smile on a holo call when we're far away
her hood in the anh dress.
how she's super tough but also full of love ugh
the way her body fits against mine and makes everything okay
the glances we exchange in public
her language and the songs she hums in it
how no moodboard, no song, no artwork can ever capture her perfectly. she's ethereal.
the books she reads and the stars she watches and the halls she walks through and everything that has her mark.
the way she carries herself
her giant giant brain and even bigger heart
the way she listens, the way she talks
watching her pace around angrily
her fingers playing with my neckline
her ability to braid hair
the infinite random facts she knows because she's a beautiful nerd
knowing she's not perfect, she's flawed and pissy and constantly stressed out, but she might just be perfect for me. because of it all, and not in spite of it.
