[ it's said quietly, and han lets his eyes shift down to his hands settled in his lap. he's not really sure what to say after that -- i know you don't, but you should? i know you don't, but if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been involved in the first place?
how would that have worked? if han had just left and never come back -- paid jabba and gone along his merry way. he would've been miserable. alone. luke might have died. leia, too. the torture and the carbonite and all of that was worth it, in the long run, because he had them. and her. so, in reverse, all of them had to suffer to get what they needed in the end.
still. ]
I got involved with him because it was what I was good at, but...
[ han trails off, trying to figure out what to say. he's excellent at getting what he wants out of people, and sweet-talking his way out of certain death, but talking about your feelings is a lot harder. or talking about your past. your motivations. what drives you to do something versus what doesn't. ]
I didn't have anyone before it caught up to me.
[ jabba had nothing to use against han to get what he wanted, except his own life. ]
[Leia waits, sensing the way he's still drawing up the words, however slowly. Once, she would have called it intuition, and perhaps that's part of it, but now she suspects it's the Force, too. Wait, listen, let him find his way on his own. That quiet sense
She reaches over to take his hand, her slender fingers curling around his. For a moment, she studies his knuckles, her thumb brushing gently over them, letting a response of her own come to her.]
And when you did, he lost everything.
[Whatever else happened, the fact of the matter is that Han will never have Jabba breathing down his neck again. She hopes his bloated body rots away to nothing.]
If I could do it over again, I'd come up with a different plan. [She doesn't know what it would be, but ideally, certain things would go very differently.] But I'd never leave you behind. I never will.
[ it's quiet, and han inclines his head to look over at her, with a faint smile. he squeezes her fingers before leaning over to give her a kiss, exhaling softly. ]
I'm just thinking out loud.
[ it's not meant to guilt, it's not meant to dwell, but just sort of... say what's been floating around on his mind. and to also say, quietly, now that they have privacy -- ]
You're not gonna have to go through anything like that again.
[It's a kiss she suspects they both need, on some level--a small reminder of who they are to each other, and how that, if nothing else, is a point in their favour when they're up against the wall. They're still as human as ever, as fallible, but they have each other.
She'd rather know what's on his mind than not, especially about this. And she'd rather take the opportunity to offer some reassurance, especially since he does the same. Her expression is still a moment, watching him, and then she gives him a weak smile of her own.]
I know.
[She doesn't, if she's entirely honest, but she wants to believe it more than any other promise she's been made.]
At this rate, we might not go through anything again. [Dryly, in search of some levity.] It doesn't usually take us two weeks to mount our daring escapes.
[She hesitates, but after a moment, she capitulates, carefully sliding nearer to him. The cot creaks a little under them--you get used to it eventually.]
As fascinating as being caged in substandard ships is, we have business on Endor. [She pauses.] By the time we get back, it'll probably be business on Coruscant.
[ somewhere, or something, whatever. he's content with sitting close with her now, enjoying her company, and he settles back against the wall to close his eyes. ]
[...But I don't like not knowing goes unsaid, but it's obvious enough in the way her voice trails off. She watches him relaxing into their little embrace, the corners of her mouth slinking up as he closes his eyes.
How he can be quite so relaxed about the uncertainty at home, she might never know, but it's awfully tempting to try to mimic it. Impetuously, she kisses his cheek.]
[ han has perfected the art of relaxation in times of stress, mostly because there's not much else to do but wait. the man had been perfectly content to chill on the death star until obi-wan kenobi opened the doors, after all. and he has leia, and luke, and they're safe. there's not much more he can ask for while being held prisoner.
his lips twitch upward at the kiss on the cheek. ]
[ he could take a nap right, to be honest, and leia is nice and warm resting up against him. he knows he needs to figure a way out of here, and he knows he needs to do it as soon as possible, but he has most of what he needs to get by every day here. han can survive, and be patient, for now.
han is quiet for a few more seconds before speaking again, tone lazy. ]
Pretty sure if I needed a reason, I'd never get anything.
[Despite everything--the dimming spectre of Jabba, their current location, the fact that she's been sleeping on a cot that looks like it belongs in a tent and eating cubes of protein product--she can't help but start to feel overwhelmingly comfortable. Han's voice is a fond rumble, his arm a familiar weight around her. Her own answer is a lazy smile and her head tilting a little to rest against his.]
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Date: 2016-01-14 04:59 am (UTC)[ it's said quietly, and han lets his eyes shift down to his hands settled in his lap. he's not really sure what to say after that -- i know you don't, but you should? i know you don't, but if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been involved in the first place?
how would that have worked? if han had just left and never come back -- paid jabba and gone along his merry way. he would've been miserable. alone. luke might have died. leia, too. the torture and the carbonite and all of that was worth it, in the long run, because he had them. and her. so, in reverse, all of them had to suffer to get what they needed in the end.
still. ]
I got involved with him because it was what I was good at, but...
[ han trails off, trying to figure out what to say. he's excellent at getting what he wants out of people, and sweet-talking his way out of certain death, but talking about your feelings is a lot harder. or talking about your past. your motivations. what drives you to do something versus what doesn't. ]
I didn't have anyone before it caught up to me.
[ jabba had nothing to use against han to get what he wanted, except his own life. ]
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Date: 2016-01-15 12:07 am (UTC)She reaches over to take his hand, her slender fingers curling around his. For a moment, she studies his knuckles, her thumb brushing gently over them, letting a response of her own come to her.]
And when you did, he lost everything.
[Whatever else happened, the fact of the matter is that Han will never have Jabba breathing down his neck again. She hopes his bloated body rots away to nothing.]
If I could do it over again, I'd come up with a different plan. [She doesn't know what it would be, but ideally, certain things would go very differently.] But I'd never leave you behind. I never will.
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Date: 2016-01-17 12:31 am (UTC)[ it's quiet, and han inclines his head to look over at her, with a faint smile. he squeezes her fingers before leaning over to give her a kiss, exhaling softly. ]
I'm just thinking out loud.
[ it's not meant to guilt, it's not meant to dwell, but just sort of... say what's been floating around on his mind. and to also say, quietly, now that they have privacy -- ]
You're not gonna have to go through anything like that again.
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Date: 2016-01-17 01:30 am (UTC)She'd rather know what's on his mind than not, especially about this. And she'd rather take the opportunity to offer some reassurance, especially since he does the same. Her expression is still a moment, watching him, and then she gives him a weak smile of her own.]
I know.
[She doesn't, if she's entirely honest, but she wants to believe it more than any other promise she's been made.]
At this rate, we might not go through anything again. [Dryly, in search of some levity.] It doesn't usually take us two weeks to mount our daring escapes.
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Date: 2016-01-19 02:21 am (UTC)[ lightly, settling back into his usual dismissive self, and han gently circles his arm around her a bit more snugly. come here, leia. ]
You mean to tell me you're not enjoying your trip through reality television? Strike me down where I stand.
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Date: 2016-01-19 02:53 am (UTC)As fascinating as being caged in substandard ships is, we have business on Endor. [She pauses.] By the time we get back, it'll probably be business on Coruscant.
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Date: 2016-01-20 05:23 am (UTC)[ somewhere, or something, whatever. he's content with sitting close with her now, enjoying her company, and he settles back against the wall to close his eyes. ]
I'm sure someone's got it under control.
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Date: 2016-01-20 06:43 pm (UTC)[...But I don't like not knowing goes unsaid, but it's obvious enough in the way her voice trails off. She watches him relaxing into their little embrace, the corners of her mouth slinking up as he closes his eyes.
How he can be quite so relaxed about the uncertainty at home, she might never know, but it's awfully tempting to try to mimic it. Impetuously, she kisses his cheek.]
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Date: 2016-01-22 03:37 am (UTC)his lips twitch upward at the kiss on the cheek. ]
What was that for?
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Date: 2016-01-22 06:00 pm (UTC)She settles back into his side, giving him a little smile bordering on smug.]
I need a reason?
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Date: 2016-01-23 12:58 am (UTC)[ he could take a nap right, to be honest, and leia is nice and warm resting up against him. he knows he needs to figure a way out of here, and he knows he needs to do it as soon as possible, but he has most of what he needs to get by every day here. han can survive, and be patient, for now.
han is quiet for a few more seconds before speaking again, tone lazy. ]
Pretty sure if I needed a reason, I'd never get anything.
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Date: 2016-01-23 02:30 am (UTC)You're your own reason, Han.
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Date: 2016-01-25 01:56 am (UTC)[ under his breath, amused, and he draws his fingers along her arm, in quiet thought.
stuck with her, that's not so bad. ]