Title: Dabbles in Drabbles
Timeframe: Various
Characters: Various (LEGACY comics era heavy)
Genre: Drabbles, various
Summary: Written for a Drabble Challenge in 2008 in which a set of five words was assigned each week for twenty weeks. The assigned words are in bold type before each drabble.
A/N: Most of these are canon-compliant, but some are AU, some are serious, some are sad, some are humor and some are just plain ridiculous. I hope you enjoy the variety! :)
Week 1: Morrigan Corde
Week 2: Luke/Mara
Week 3: Legacy comics
Week 4: Anakin/Vader
Week 5: Luke/Barriss, AU
Week 6: Luke/Mara
Week 7: Cade Skywalker
Week 8: Girl Talk
Week 9: Karrde/Shada
Week 10: Leia/Mara
Week 11: Luke/Leia/Barriss, AU
Week 12: Jedi vs. Sith, AU, humor
Week 13: Kol/Morrigan/Cade
Week 14: Dark Mara
Week 15: Karrde/Shada
Week 16: Mara Jade
Week 17: Skywalker boys
Week 18: Nyna Calixte
Week 19: Skywalker girls
Week 20: Legacies
Week 1: Morrigan Corde (LEGACY comics era)
Smooth
She'd never held a baby before. The demanding life of an Imperial operative left little room for such domestic chores. Cradling her son awkwardly, she wondered how something so small could fill a room so completely.
"What will we name him?" Kol asked.
She looked down, brushing her fingertip over a soft tuft of blond hair. "How about Cade?"
His skin was smooth and his eyes were green. Should she feel sad or guilty that he would never know that his eyes matched hers?
She had already planned her career. And she had not planned for him.
Rough
Everything people said about relationships was true. They were inconvenient and intoxicating. They gave you refuge and held you hostage. You could smother and drown in such carefree abandon. She wanted no part of it.
Until Kol Skywalker.
They'd met on a short-term project and she knew better than to make the infraction of commitment. But now, two years had passed and she no longer recognized her life.
So why did she stay here, tucked under his arm with her forehead pressed to his rough jaw?
She was falling and would soon crash if she did not escape.
Dry
His voice was dry - harsh and brittle, sounding old beyond his years, as he implored her not to leave.
She turned away. They had been a mistake.
His eyes were dry. Stoic and solid, he offered her a new life on Ossus, but she did not want that life. Her path was hers to forge and she would not be wed to the Jedi Order.
Her mouth was dry when she paused in front of Cade's room and touched the door, silently begging his forgiveness.
Of all the mistakes she'd made, her son was not one of them.
Wrinkled
The flimsi was wrinkled and worn around the edges, yet the small imprint of a baby's hand had not faded.
She had been careful to secure hazardous substances in their quarters and yet Cade had found the container of ink on the very day that he'd learned to crawl.
Looking at the tiny outline now, she compared it to the life-size holo standing before her. The man she'd been recalled from retirement to assassinate.
She stepped close. He had her eyes and hair, but Kol's powerful frame.
Tucking the flimsi away, she gathered her weapons.
Weathered
In the semi-darkness of stale, drunken air, Morrigan fingered the center of the thin strap around her neck: a miniature holo-plate which projected the single image of her and Kol and Cade.
A lifetime ago, her steady fingers had caressed the smooth, innocent face of her son. Before she'd walked away. Before Kol had been killed.
She had come full circle.
Twenty years older now, her hands were weathered and stained with the blood of the man she'd killed in order to protect Cade.
She wondered if they would hold steady when she touched him again.