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Prompt 58 - Scar
"Han, how did you get that scar on your chin?"
Every woman asked Han this question sooner or later. He liked to think it was because they thought the scar was sexy, but he knew it was probably just because they were curious.
Either way, he always made sure they got an answer that satisfied their curiosity.
Sometimes he got the scar in a knife fight where he defended his life and his honor. It was a close call, to be sure, but he was of course the victor. Sometimes he cut the other guy's nose off and sometimes he just scarred the other guy's face – either way he emerged victorious.
Other times the woman didn't look like she'd be into knife fights, so he got the scar while bravely defending Chewie from slave traders. There were always plenty of acrobatics involved – usually he was ducking blaster fire left and right until one of the slave traders threw a knife at him.
Of course, it didn't always involve knives. There were times when a jealous husband smashed a bottle in his face because his wife found Han attractive. Other times it was an encounter with a wild animal and its very sharp teeth. Still other times it was a lover with sharp nails who got a little too excited during sex.
However, this time it wasn't just any woman asking that question. This time it was Leia.
And while they were trapped in the Falcon together, she deserved an extra-special version of the story. One he had never told anyone else.
The truth.
"Well, it was when I was a kid," Han explain, leaning back in the pilot's seat. "I told you I grew up on Kashyyyk, right?"
"Yes, you did," said Leia.
"Well see, I was a human kid among a bunch of Wookiees, so I didn't exactly fit in with the other kids – to say the least. There was this one Wookiee kid, Ronti – he and his gang liked to bully me."
Leia gulped, staring into his eyes as if trying to make up for the times he was bullied.
"Yeah," said Han. "Believe it or not, I wasn't exactly Mr. Tough Guy when I was a kid. So this one time, Ronti and his gang thought it'd be fun to tell me I had no business livin' on Kashyyyk, that I was a puny good-for-nothin' human who'd fall outta a tree and die one day, and that Chewie was an idiot for adoptin' me when my parents died in that ship crash." He sighed. "Well, I could take 'em insultin' me, but insultin' Chewie was another matter. So I jumped him, which resulted in me getting beaten up."
Leia put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"It was a long time ago," Han said, as if that made everything all right. "Anyway, most of the damage healed in time . . . 'cept of course for the spot where Ronti clawed across my chin."
Leia swallowed and for a moment Han wondered what she would do. Would she laugh at how Han the tough guy was bullied as a kid? She was probably never bullied, after all – no one would dare bully a princess, yet alone beat her up.
But she didn't laugh. She just leaned over and kissed his scar.
