This is in response to the latest a href="/node/3"WriterCon/a 100-word challenge, the prompt being the word "twin."
Her brother?
Han stared unseeing into the bonfire, listening as Luke and Leia's story unfolded, what they knew of it.
Separated at birth, progeny of a mad man, inheritors of a talent he still wasn't sure he believed in. It tested the limits of credibility.
"Han?" she asked, her dulcet voice tentative, betraying fear of his reaction.
He glanced from dark brown to sky-blue eyes, from chestnut brown to blond hair. He thought of her acerbic wit versus Luke's tendency toward being too literal. And what about that kiss?
Han smirked. "You two are the worst twins I've ever met."