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Got a Lost Kings update out this afternoon, but didn’t have time to post about it here.
Chapter 2 of The Hard Sell, featuring Baby Poe, and a lot of Shara being completely fucking done with everything.
Leia moved closer, bending to look at the infant’s face. “What a precious little thing,” she whispered.
“He looks like his father did,” Breha said. “I held him at this age too.” It had been just before she’d received her final diagnosis, before she’d known for sure she’d never have her own biological children, so it had been exceptionally bittersweet. She’d known Lita already, had been the one to advise her to come give birth on Alderaan. And Kes had looked so heartbreakingly much like a biological child of her and Bail might have looked, it had been a terrible ache to hold him. Still sometimes to this day Breha could remember the pain under her ribs, looking at Kes as he’d grown, and now that he was a man. His nose was all wrong, and surely her child would have had eyes more like hers, but as a child he had borne Bail a slight resemblance, enough to be painful.
Breha had never mentioned this to anyone, but it came back to her now, looking down at this baby. Leia’s adoption, and later Winter’s, had soothed the ache of it a little, but she’d never forget it.
“Really,” Leia said. She started to reach out toward the child’s hand, but at Breha’s stern look, put her hand back behind her back. “But I was older than this when you met me.”
“You were smaller,” Breha said. Her arms would never forget how tiny Leia had been. “But yes, you were several days old when I met you.”
“Smaller than this,” Leia said, surprised. “But he’s so tiny!”
“He’s average sized,” Breha said. “I know, I know. You were small, Leilila.” She had too much practice to let slip that twins were often born small, and did not let herself slide into her usual worried reverie about what had happened to Padmé Naberrie’s son. If he were half as beautiful and brilliant as her daughter… but there was no time for that now. Only Bail knew, and he had promised to keep tabs on the boy.
“Still am,” Leia said, a bit regretfully.
Got a Lost Kings update out this afternoon, but didn’t have time to post about it here.
Chapter 2 of The Hard Sell, featuring Baby Poe, and a lot of Shara being completely fucking done with everything.
Leia moved closer, bending to look at the infant’s face. “What a precious little thing,” she whispered.
“He looks like his father did,” Breha said. “I held him at this age too.” It had been just before she’d received her final diagnosis, before she’d known for sure she’d never have her own biological children, so it had been exceptionally bittersweet. She’d known Lita already, had been the one to advise her to come give birth on Alderaan. And Kes had looked so heartbreakingly much like a biological child of her and Bail might have looked, it had been a terrible ache to hold him. Still sometimes to this day Breha could remember the pain under her ribs, looking at Kes as he’d grown, and now that he was a man. His nose was all wrong, and surely her child would have had eyes more like hers, but as a child he had borne Bail a slight resemblance, enough to be painful.
Breha had never mentioned this to anyone, but it came back to her now, looking down at this baby. Leia’s adoption, and later Winter’s, had soothed the ache of it a little, but she’d never forget it.
“Really,” Leia said. She started to reach out toward the child’s hand, but at Breha’s stern look, put her hand back behind her back. “But I was older than this when you met me.”
“You were smaller,” Breha said. Her arms would never forget how tiny Leia had been. “But yes, you were several days old when I met you.”
“Smaller than this,” Leia said, surprised. “But he’s so tiny!”
“He’s average sized,” Breha said. “I know, I know. You were small, Leilila.” She had too much practice to let slip that twins were often born small, and did not let herself slide into her usual worried reverie about what had happened to Padmé Naberrie’s son. If he were half as beautiful and brilliant as her daughter… but there was no time for that now. Only Bail knew, and he had promised to keep tabs on the boy.
“Still am,” Leia said, a bit regretfully.
