Note! This is, more or less, a character analysis. Or characters, rather. Anyway, just kind of an idea that I really rather liked and decided to go with.
To anybody on the outside, it was an unsafe combination. A hazardous, risky, irrevocably naïve choice. A gathering between two people that should have been deemed prohibited the first instant their paths crossed. Forget the intense, star crossed love—galaxy crossed was far more accurate—that the two shared, that spoke of truth, adoration, and a devotion that few loves could ever say they too had accomplished such a feat.
Their love should have been forbidden.
A princess and a smuggler.
There wasn't supposed to be a fairytale between them.
And yet, there was a beautiful, true, sparkling love between the pair. One that included infectious, loving smiles, coupled with a bitter bickering war that was nothing shy of inwardly amusing and outwardly infuriating for the pair. A love that included many kisses—of both tender love, and boiling anger—and communication that could require many words, or a mere look to convey a thought or feeling.
The outside world would never understand this, except for a given few, but even they couldn't fully comprehend. Nobody could ever fully understand all of the enigmas of their love, it just wasn't possible. To outsiders, it was a dangerous mixing of chemicals, with the observers patiently waiting for the instance where a bit too much of one liquid was added, or some ingredient was added at the incorrect time, and a mess was formed.
A mess that was impossible to clean, and would always leave stains on the ground of the laboratory.
A bitter falling out that would forever engrave the deepest of scars on the softest, most vulnerable tissue.
But that was to outsiders.
To them, it was perfect. Everything was perfect.
And that was all they needed.
Because to them, everything was just a little puzzle piece waiting to find the correct spot in the vast jigsaw puzzle that was their life.
Because there was something about his hazel eyes that matched with her brown ones.
How her breathtaking smile complimented that heart melting lopsided grin he—dangerously—possessed.
Or how their stubbornness rivaled each others exceptionally well.
And so, at the end of the day, to Han and Leia, saying "I love you" was nothing but heartfelt without the slightest challenge.
However, raising Jedi twins… well that would be a difficult one.
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