A/N: Short oneshot, mourning a special death. Not telling who. ;)
I don't own SW.
It pained her heart to see her husband so distraught, so helpless.
But, she could feel that similar ache herself, although not at all as strong as his. This she knew.
Leia watched Han's figure, slumped over the tabletop, shoulders shaking gently. She walked up silently behind him, laying a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. Her own tears slid down her cheeks as they met gazes. She turned around, stepping into the kitchen and taking two wine glasses from the cabinet and placing it on the table before Han. She proceeded to pop a bottle of fine Alderaanian wine, the ones kept for special occasions, and filled the glasses delicately. She took her seat across from Han, sliding a wineglass along the counter to him, who managed a bitter smile and took a long sip.
"Funny how this galaxy runs," Han mumbled softly as the strong liquor ran down his throat and warmed him with a red fire.
"Yeah?" Leia's voice began to sound rougher than her usual tones. "A bit slow on the uptake, aren't you?"
"Well, sweetheart, we still have a lot to learn about this place we've been thrown into." He licked his lips and set the glass down with a clatter.
Leia pursed her lips in silence before tipping the goblet up again, emptying it quickly.
"Slow down, hon," Han drawled, knocking back his too.
"Well, if our life is going to be this short, we better take our pleasures when they're offered." she retorted, taking the bottle and refilling both wineglasses.
The two drank without hesitation, knowing the consequences, explaining to everybody why they were incoherent that night, and that morning, perhaps, but just then, it seemed the only way out. They drank until they were next to unconsciousness, they comforted each other, told each other that it would be okay. At that moment, they had no regard to anything. Han cried, Leia tried to stay strong for her husband, mumbled comforting things to him, but ultimately the two wept each other to sleep.
They both knew as they drifted off into fitful sleep that Chewbacca's death would be just one out of many, many lives lost waging this endless war.
A special life, special because he would be missed beyond the stars.
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