Author's Note: Finally back with some more drabbles! This set takes place once again in my happy AU, scattered across sixty years. You'll notice I've kept to the BBY/ABY dating - this is purely for OOU reasons, because it's easier than the alternative. :P Also, we're finally getting a teeny tiny glimpse of my OC Skywalker daughters...
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Week Six
9 BBY – 51 ABY, Happy AU
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26. Crackle
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Naboo's moon is little more than a sliver tonight, and most of the light in the seating area comes from the fire burning gently in the cozy villa's fireplace. Anakin looks down at his sleeping children – Luke is draped across his lap, and Leia's head is on her brother's shoulder. Each of them is taking up way more space on the sofa than should be possible for a pair of ten-year-olds, but he doesn't mind it. As he watches the light from the flames flicker across their faces, he is reminded of how grateful he is to be their father.
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27. Rumble
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"What do you say, Your Jediness? Up for a ride?"
"In that thing?" Leia shifts her weight and tilts her head back, casting a skeptical eye over the haggard old freighter. "What did you say your name was?"
He leans against the ramp's hydraulics, spanner held loosely in one hand as he offers her a cocky, lopsided grin. "Han Solo," he drawls. "And this here is the Millennium Falcon."
"Charmed."
The engines roar to life without warning, their energy thrumming against her senses.
"And that's Chewie, my co-pilot. Sounds like he's eager to get going." His grin widens. "You coming?"
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28. Thump
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Mara watches the monitor as the device passes over her abdomen, and listens to it crackle and hiss as it searches for what she has already seen so vividly in the Force. But of course, her senses are much more finely attuned than her daughters' are, and she wants them to be able to experience this in their own way.
The static issuing from the monitor ceases, replaced by a steadily pulsing rhythm, thumping rapidly. She can't help smiling at the dawning wonder on Nidia and Eleri's faces.
"Is that him?" Nidia whispers.
Next to them, Luke grins. "That's him."
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29. Flutter
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The dainty creature alights on his shoulder, its wings slowing to flap once, twice, before going still. He remains motionless, smiling as he watches Tenel Ka out of the corner of his eye.
"It's beautiful," she says, leaning in closer to look. "You said the wing flutes allow it to sing?"
"Only at night," Jacen tells her, slowly lifting a finger to his shoulder. The shadowmoth recognizes him and crawls onto the offered perch. "That is, they'll only sing at night."
His heart skips a beat at her rare smile. "Then I suppose I will see you again tonight, Jacen."
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30. Splash
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The rainy season on Ossus starts as it always does – not with a stray shower, but with an afternoon of deafening thunderclaps and streaks of blue-violet lightning fracturing the sky and dark clouds that unleash a warm deluge on everyone and everything in sight.
He closes his eyes and leans his head back, listening to the plop plop splash of raindrops as they hit the ground around him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Eyes still closed, Dorian smiles faintly at the sound of his brother's voice. "Meditating."
"You mean sleeping."
A grin this time. "Nah. Just enjoying the weather."
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