Who's scruffy lookin'?

           ‘ i am not — buttering you up, Han ‘,  the young skywalker speaks with laughter shaping his words, lips pulled into an amused smile. perhaps he ought to have anticipated this reaction, expected the suspicion, ‘ i’m sorry, did i make you uncomfortable ? ‘ 

Well, that didn’t sound too good. It made an anxious knot take root                  in the pit of Ben’s stomach that wouldn’t be shifted any time soon. But the reassurance of her survival from his father alleviated it, if         only a slight. A swift nod, he tried not to look too upset before he jumped down onto ground level. Landing pretty gracefully for the lanky boy              he was, that was for sure. “Let’s go, then.”

he sighs and finished wiping the grime from his face.

His hands shake even as Han lays his own grip on the saber. He’s trying to  battle back thousands of memories, trying to steel his heart against such sentimental feelings.  He could imagine Snoke’s words to  him now.  Such feelings were the downfall of the Empire. You cannot be weak. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice is scarcely a whisper. The tears suddenly overwhelm him, blurring his vision as the blade ignites. Perhaps it’s better if he doesn’t see the betrayal in his father’s eyes.  

he doesn’t feel it at first, but he knows it’s happened. the blade in his gut slowly begins to burn, and he feels his knees buckle. he grips his son’s shoulders tightly, keeping himself on the platform despite the pain spreading like fire across his nerves.

Leia LOVED to travel, she loved seeing the new places and people and just to see how each place was different. So when her father told her they were going to Corellia for some business she was beyond ecstatic. The princess loved Alderaan but she loved to visit other planets just as much, if not more, and she didn’t get to leave too often.

The day came when they finally arrived an the other planet. It was much different than Alderaan and Leia loved it. Her parents hadn’t let her attend their meeting, which was rather unusual considering she always did, so she took this time to EXPLORE the area a little.

han leaned against a building, scanning over the crowd with a watchful eye. he took a bite from the fruit in his hand and then tossed it over his shoulder as he zeroed in on the wealthy looking girl not far from his sight.

she was dressed in white, adorned with jewelry--clearly a noble of some sort. if he was lucky, she’d be naive.

        He couldn’t help but laugh a little; yeah, that sounded like his mom. Always so damn proud of her baby Dameron. And she was a real role model, too, so he couldn’t actually complain; most boys followed in their father’s footsteps, but Poe? His mother’s.

    “What, codename? Like Lil’ Jellybean or somethin’?       Heh - you flatter me. I mean - it’s every pilot’s dream to meet the legendary Han Solo.”

han smiles at the look in poe’s eyes; his mother was a good woman. han knew poe wasn’t the only one who missed her.

    “—You’re Han Solo, ain’t ya?” Cue a swift, kind of goofy grin briefly taking over his face, before he hastily toned it down. Back into his signature, charming smile. Hey, he was standing next to a legend, sue him. “Yeah, I, uh—… Famous? Nah. But I’m Poe, yeah. Poe Dameron - it’s a real pleasure to finally put a face to a name, sir.”

he laughs and puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

          ❝ Kid, your mom wouldn’t stop talkin’                  about her little boy Poe. We shoulda                  come up with a code name for ya. ❞

he crosses his arms, looking the boy over. he looked just like the holos his mother carried around.

look under the cut for my new thing

Oh. Well she hadn’t realized the chair even had a lever. She brushed off his pointed look and smoothed down the braids pinned up in her hair to keep the weight of it off of her. “I must admit I’m rather curious as to what sort of things you have to eat in a ship without a galley.” There was no where she’d been able to find that housed a kitchen or food storage of any kind. It lead her to believe she had bland, dried fruits and proteins to look forward to.

          ❝ It ain’t that bad. I may not be a                  galaxy-known chef, but we get                  by when we’re in the air. ❞

She stood, stretching her back and legs once more. His comment didn’t bother her– she never took anything he said to heart anyway. “As if I could fall back asleep in that thing?” She gestured to the chair and scoffed. “Besides, then who would be left to manage you?” She asked vaguely, knowing it would ruffle his feathers.

          ❝ Hey! I can handle myself! ❞

he cocks a brow at her and pulls a lever on the side of the chair, flattening it. he says nothing, but gives her a pointed look.