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couldnotpersuadefic-or-treat for peasina for the prompts Leia and parties on a strange planet. This ended up as a double drabbles hehe, It's also posted on superlove :D
War hurts. Leia knew that, her father told her so when she signed up for this fight. Her friends laughed around her, giggling with a strange and heady alcohol in their hands. They weren't there for the hurried transmission in bathroom, didn't see the panic behind her every breath during the diplomatic dinner.
Her first loss hurt in her lungs, squeezed behind her eyes. One of the girls said something, passed her a glass with a laugh like nothing had ever gone wrong and Leia thought maybe she didn't have to let it hurt.
This planet is humid, hot even with the four moons risen, and filled with the floral scent of perfume. The arch she lent on was an orange, so far from Alderaan, and the alcohol was a sparking blue that shimmered in the warm light. It tasted like salt and sugar and buzzed like nothing mattered.
Suddenly, the music that was ringing before is beating with her pulse. Suddenly, the laughter that felt taunting beckons her to join. She can find it in herself to join the conversation, to grab a friends hands and pull her to dance.
War hurts but maybe she could pretend it doesn't.
peasina for the prompts Leia and parties on a strange planet. This ended up as a double drabbles hehe, It's also posted on superlove :DWar hurts. Leia knew that, her father told her so when she signed up for this fight. Her friends laughed around her, giggling with a strange and heady alcohol in their hands. They weren't there for the hurried transmission in bathroom, didn't see the panic behind her every breath during the diplomatic dinner.
Her first loss hurt in her lungs, squeezed behind her eyes. One of the girls said something, passed her a glass with a laugh like nothing had ever gone wrong and Leia thought maybe she didn't have to let it hurt.
This planet is humid, hot even with the four moons risen, and filled with the floral scent of perfume. The arch she lent on was an orange, so far from Alderaan, and the alcohol was a sparking blue that shimmered in the warm light. It tasted like salt and sugar and buzzed like nothing mattered.
Suddenly, the music that was ringing before is beating with her pulse. Suddenly, the laughter that felt taunting beckons her to join. She can find it in herself to join the conversation, to grab a friends hands and pull her to dance.
War hurts but maybe she could pretend it doesn't.
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