"Ten." A quiet laugh follows her echo, and Leia reaches up to remove the pins that are holding the braids still pinned to her hair in place. It gives her something to do, something to distract herself from the dull ache that resonates within her upon recalling what it was like to be ten.
Young. Carefree. Happy. Still thoroughly an Organa. She barely went offworld at that age, and so untouched by the harsh reality the galaxy at large had to offer.
She looks down at the pins in her palm, her braids now hanging loose for him to do with them as he pleases.
"I don't even want to know what your cargo was." Probably something illegal, something that didn't belong on Alderaan's soil.
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Date: 2015-12-22 06:33 am (UTC)Young. Carefree. Happy. Still thoroughly an Organa. She barely went offworld at that age, and so untouched by the harsh reality the galaxy at large had to offer.
She looks down at the pins in her palm, her braids now hanging loose for him to do with them as he pleases.
"I don't even want to know what your cargo was." Probably something illegal, something that didn't belong on Alderaan's soil.