I found this on a flash drive recently and decided to finish it.
The only thing cheap about Leia Organa was her mascara.
Most of the time he's able to forget his wife, in the twisting and twirling haze of an adventure, or by fixing some part of his beautiful ship. I mean, with the eleven standard parts of sleep, and the rest of the day spent in an alcoholic haze, there weren't many sober parts of the day left for remembering sad, brown eyes.
After all, some things just don't change.
The guilt he experienced after a hangover was new, though. As was the newly refurbished parts of the Falcon attributed to all the money they had thrown into the ship. They had wanted to make it suitable for the children. Those children wouldn't be coming, now. There weren't many parts of the Falcon to fix, these days.
Rusty pipes and sharp edges aren't very childproof, after all.
Neither was the sharp projectile that pierced his wife's porcelain skin. She had been telling him for years, damn her, that she was destructible just like everyone else, but he didn't want to believe her. Because, to him, she wasn't like everyone else. She sure proved him wrong, just like she was so adept at doing.
She was always proving him wrong.
Just like the time, a few weeks after the destruction of the first Death Star, when he supposed that she couldn't cry. She wore too much mascara for that; women who wore too much mascara were always blinking back their tears, never shedding them. They didn't like cleaning the stains that ran down their faces, just about as much as they didn't like men to see them with those ugly marks. But that was before he walked past the supply closet, and saw those mascara stains on her. She could hardly care about those ugly marks, because she had worse ones. That torture droid had done its worst.
She never wore mascara at home.
Though, to be fair, they were still in their honeymoon faze. So she didn't wear much at home.
It's like spice, he supposes. Once you've had the good stuff, you can't go back to the cheap stuff. You want more of the good stuff, even when there isn't any more of it. If she was a high, it ended, and it ended fast, and this was the worst overdose he had ever experienced.
After all, the only cheap stuff Leia ever bought was her mascara. And he would give anything to see her mascara stains again.