the words of her cousins taunt her, the ever playing remark that she is nothing but an imposter. not a real organa. it's the darkness in her heart that focuses on those words, that she, a young child destined for war, runs from. the passage is frightening, the sand dunes ever ending as she holds on to his hand. in obi wan's shadow, she is safe. ❝ ben — i'm scared. ❞ she admits it, finally. perhaps if she is able to give the fear a name, it will disappear. leia organa has dreamt of adventure, of chasing off space pirates and flying the horizons herself, of racing and a world beyond duty; yet all she wants now is to return to her father's arms, to give back the wishes. to be just a princess again. the fear envelops her as the sound of airships, of the march of her doom. [ is this how it ends for her? is she to be sent to the foot of the emperor and left nothing but a prize? to be another trophy he tauts out for his power? ]
his words are whispered, the heaviness conveys the worry. she can hear the sound of stormtroopers, leia knows obi wan is ushering her behind him : ❛ get behind me. ❜ obi wan & leia organa ♡ @kenobiian
she grips his clothing so tightly, knuckles going white and gaze blurring. her heart is racing, leia cannot think past the loud thundering echo of what is impeding doom. and there it comes, like a rush of blood to her chest, like a rush of pain. it's so familiar, like a hand reaching out to her in the darkness. like a father's love for his daughter — yet she scrunches her nose, her father cannot be here. ❝ ben, something is wrong — listen, something's wrong — ❞ it's an overwhelming anxiety, she's burning in her chest, itching to get out of skin so she can escape. ❝ i feel like — i feel like something's wrong. we have to get out, we have to, we — ❞
