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Princess Leia Organa ([personal profile] haveyourmoments) wrote2025-02-16 09:36 pm

The Academy

Leia goes to the library, hoping for some peace and quiet amidst the chaos of the start of the new semester, old friends greeting each other and new enemies sizing each other up. She knows she’s doomed to be an outsider, being both a new student and younger than the average age at the Academy.

She has her nose in a stack of books about diplomacy when someone with an entourage arrives loudly, flinging the door open with a carelessness that makes her cringe. She peeks around a corner and sees an overly tall, not at all attractive, scruffy looking…nerfherder holding court with his subjects, and her eyes practically roll out of her head.
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[personal profile] going_solo 2025-03-14 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
“That one, huh? It’s pretty, I guess, if you like that sort of thing. Say, what’d happen if I picked one of these? Think security would be on me in a light second?” But he’s obviously teasing.
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[personal profile] going_solo 2025-03-18 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
“The protector of plants, today, and someday planets,” Han says, half teasing and half serious. It’s really something, she’s really something, and he decides in this moment that he needs to know her better.
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[personal profile] going_solo 2025-03-21 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugs, but smiles, then ducks down to smell a flower only to be sprayed by its rather pungent scent. Gasping, he pulls back and then starts to laugh as the scent evaporates.
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[personal profile] going_solo 2025-03-25 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Believe it or not, there haven't been a whole lot of people around to teach me much of anything," He shrugs before wandering a little ahead.
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[personal profile] going_solo 2025-03-26 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
“Apparently not cute enough,” Han says, glancing back at Leia and thinking that, yeah, she probably had all the adults wrapped around her little finger. “Where to next?”