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-cups hands around mouth- Tell us the Carrie Fisher story!

So, it’s September in Saskatchewan. I’m running on like maybe five hours of sleep because I was too excited to actually sleep, I’ve befriended the ladies in front of me in line and chatted up quite a storm. I’m clutching my art piece I made just got her to sign, I got a whole little spiel planned out, and then I see her. Carrie Fisher herself, and I’m stunned. I wouldn’t have been able to tell you my first name at this point, I’m walking on air. I was smiling so hard my face was hurting, it was nothing short of insane.

And she looked at me, and I’m tripping over my words, and my mom was laughing. The only sentence I actually got out was ‘you’re a huge inspiration to me’ and that was it. But she smiled, and said I was a good drawer. And then she did it. She gently took my left hand, and using the gold sharpie she used to sign my piece, she drew a little ring on my left ring finger, saying she was making an honest woman of me by putting a ring on it (her words, not mine). I was literally crying, real tears, I was just shaking and crying.

          ROWE CHEWED ON HER LOWER LIP, but she reached forward nonetheless to tap his arm and get his attention. she had a place to stay for a little while thanks to him, and food to eat without scavenge for it. it was only right to thank him, no matter how physically imposing he was. ❛ thank you... for helping me get in here... thank you. ❜

EVERYONE WAS STARING AT HIM, whispers behind his back once he turned the corner. he was new, he had come from the outside... he was n e w, and if everything they had learned was true he shouldn’t have been here at all. he was handsome, with a strong jaw and hard eyes that looked like they could stare through anyone. bright blue eyes followed his form from his head to his feet, and completely distracted her hand slipped and she was shocked.

ROWE GASPED, AND WHEN THE sound made the man turn to catch her in her staring her cheeks flushed. she hissed and stared down at the mr. handy she was trying to repair. she forgot what she was doing, and he was coming closer and her heart was pounding in her ears. rowe swallowed, but she kept her gaze down on her hands.

She rolled her eyes, but grinned nonetheless. “Good to know~”

it had been over a decade since lynnette had seen the prince of lychea , her closest friend in her life . she recalled that he was always shorter than her the last she’d seen him , and that he was easy to convince to sneak out of the castle so they could continue on with their shenanigans during the day . he was taller now , lynnette’s head only reaching to his shoulder , and he was bigger . his shoulders were broader , thick with muscle like his arms and his torso . . . the boy she remembered was gone and a man stood now in his place .

although , she knew she had changed too . where he had HARDENED she had softened . his voice was gruff and hers gentle . her eyes were large and serene , his gaze alone had intimidated her when she’d first felt it on her back . he wore the clothes she remembered of the mountains , thick tunics and furs             the only fur she had was the wolf vest her mother had left for her , and to wear anything but the dresses she owned would bring all sorts of gazes , good and bad , on the young woman . 

her teeth slid forward to catch her lower lip , worrying it as she sat in the gardens with him . anxiety sat like a rock in her stomach while they sat on a bench a bit too small for two people , her knee gently pressing against his as they faced each other . it was her favorite place in the castle , a small stone bench between an arch of roses , and in the early spring small purple flowers would sprout up beneath her feet like the ones she remembered of home . 

pale green eyes rose to meet his , and while her heart thumped in a beat that told her to say yes to his offer , she found that her mouth had something else in mind as she said :

❛ i appreciate the offer , my lord . . . but i do not think my father would want me leaving for so long . ❜

❛ if i remember correctly , that was your life MOTTO , wasn’t it ? ❜ lynn smiled , her voice kept low to match his as he stood in her doorway at such a late hour . she was awake , of course . it was difficult for the woman to sleep since she was seven . despite her teasing , she reached for her cloak to keep the night wind from biting at her skin through her nightgown . ❛ what is it you need me for so late and in secret ? nothing good or proper , i’m sure . ❜