This is a response to the Ultimate Drabble Challenge over at TF.N
Twenty weeks, five prompts a week, 100 words each!
The prompts are in bold.
Week One
Smooth
The dress was skin tight, smooth like glass that covered her body. The look was incredibly intoxicating, and Luke took a moment to admire her perfect curves. He could always tell when Mara felt good about herself, her Force aura beamed with confidence, and that feeling he loved very much.
She knew how she looked, but even more she knew how she felt. They way he looked at her was bliss. It had been a while since they had the opportunity to get dressed up, for her to feel beautiful. Though from the look in his eyes...
Rough
It had been a rough night. Ben kept them awake for most of it, crying and screaming. When it was not Ben keeping her awake, it was the dreams, or what she really feared, Force visions.
There was no way that her loving nephew could do something so terrible, as to torture his own cousin. Jacen was a kind person who wouldn't hurt any creature and certainly not his family. Now that she was awake and looking at herself in the mirror, she worried lines that marred her face, she relaxed.
It must have just been a very bad dream.
Dry
Now she remembered why she hated this place. There was nothing to like about Tatooine, except for it was the place where her husband grew up. It was dry, dirty and excruciatingly hot. Why anyone would want to live on a planet with two suns was beyond her.
It was all Luke's idea, bringing Ben here to show him where Luke had grown up. To give him a tour of what it was like when he was young. Mara wanted nothing more than to leave this rock.
"Dad, can we go home now?"
Yes, the boy certainly took after her.
Wrinkled
Her face was old, wrinkled, but he loved it none the less. Since the first day they met he thought she had a beauty about her that no-one could surpass. And on this day, her last, she was still as beautiful as she had been at the very first.
His hand caressed her face, memorizing how she looked and felt. He knew that one day he would be with her again, but for now, this was what he needed.
As he said his final words of love, her body began to glow, and she became one with the Force.
Weathered
His face looked old, weathered, but she loved it none the less. Each line of his face was a story of their life together, of the things they had accomplished, and the love they shared for one another.
Her hands caressed his face as he slept,exhaustion keeping him from awakening, and she realized just hard his life had truly been. He never failed to give himself over, to sacrifice himself for the greater good, for others, just as he had done this time, just as he would again.
And one of these days, soon, it would be his undoing.