Fly on the wall - Sarissa
Send ‘fly on the wall’ for a drabble of my muse talking to someone else about your muse
She wasn’t drunk, but her cheeks flushed all the same at Sarissa’s name. What did Neena Organa regret? So many things, but especially this, especially her. “Sarissa’s my best friend, my oldest friend. Practically my sister, the way Leia and Winter are; we grew up together‒” Piercing blue eyes, that’s what she remembered. The way her hand felt in hers as little girls, with grass-stained hems and shared laughter. She used to come to her recitals, before Bail shipped her off-world, before the Jedi ripped her away. And Neena didn’t understand then because she was young, thinking she’d have a lifetime to figure things out and in a way, she did. But Neena would catch her giving her these looks, and her pulse would stutter, and she realized too little, too late the meaning behind them.
Sarissa Alde was a regret and Neena never thought she’d get a chance to make things right.
“I hate the Jedi, just a little, because of her.” She admitted, looking away from their face. “Because they took her away, and I never got to… things were hard without her, being without her was hard. It had always been the four of us together. I resented Bail, for a little while, thinking he should’ve fought harder for her, turned them away.” It was an ugly feeling and she felt guilty afterwards for it. “But she grew strong, and beautiful, and deadly with them. She became a hero and I was so proud of her.” Neena fiddled with a strand of her hair, letting out a sigh. Saying this out loud felt like something was being pried from her, all sticky and knotted together. “And we were almost, we could’ve been‒ I look at her, now, and I realize I can start again, make amends, take back lost years. She’s my hope.”
Neena could hear her laugh, see her bright smile, and fondness bloomed in her chest like a flower at springtime. They were both young again, alive again, and‒ this could be something. Yes, it could be something good, where the almosts could grow and turn into something else if she tried. When Neena turned back to look at them, she caught Sarissa’s staring at her over their shoulder. A small smile spread across her face. “I’m tired of having regrets.”
