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In my continuing efforts to write constantly in 2018 and literally never have anything that’s suitable to post anywhere, I’ve just banged out a whole bunch of Poe’s Early Childhood ficlet chunks, feat. Shara/Kes OTP 4Ever.
“No,” Kes said, quietly, intensely, yanking the pin out of the equipment hitch. “I’ve never asked you to do that and I never will.”
“Then what?” Shara asked. “What do you want me to do?”
He stood very still for a moment, looking at the equipment hitch, then finally turned to face her. “I want you to listen to what I say with my mouth, and not conjecture what I might mean from my face,” he said. “I told you, and I meant it, that I want you to go and do your job and come back to me, just like we agreed you’d do.”
“But you’re acting like it’s killing you when I do that,” she protested. He stared at her for a long moment, and she waited for him to deny it, to dismiss her. But he didn’t.
“It is,” he said finally. “But that’s my problem, Shara. Not yours.”
She gestured wildly at him. “How is it not my problem?” she demanded. “How the fuck is that not my problem, Kes?”
He caught one of her hands, and held it between his. “You can’t fix me, Shara,” he said. “It’s not your fault and it’s not your responsibility. I’m doing what I can.”
and
“Where can I get a cup of caf in this place?” Shara asked the Sullustan manning the station-master’s booth.
The Sullustan blinked at her, then pointed. “There’s only one place that sells refreshments,” he said. “I know they sell caf but mostly they sell booze.”
Shara looked where he was pointing. There was a cantina, sure. And it had a big lit-up sign that said “LIVE NUDE GIRLS”. Helpfully, underneath, it said “ALSO OTHER GENDERS. MULTIPLE SPECIES. SHOWS HOURLY.”
“I just need caf,” Shara said. “And maybe, like, a pastry. Is there nowhere else to eat?”
“That’s it,” the Sullustan said. “They do sell food there, I’ve eaten there. It’s just… distracting. Bring a holobook, maybe, sit in the corner.”
Shara looked at the lit-up sign. The word “nude” blinked. She sighed deeply.
[you know they’d’ve put that in a movie by now if they thought they could get away with it]
It was Poe who finally spotted her, pausing mid-spin and shrieking, “Mama!” at the top of his lungs.
“Baby,” she said, and bent down and opened her arms. He sprinted across the room and leapt at her, and he was still little enough that she could catch him, and swing him up, up, around, and down against her shoulder.
“Mama,” Poe said, “Mama, we built a fort and we made you a surprise and we’re gonna have candy for dessert and I was super good the whole time you were gone!”
“Oh good,” Shara said, savoring the way he felt in her arms. He was big now, all sharp elbows and knees and long limbs, and he was starting to be able to read, and he could analyze situations and use big words and he was her tiny, tiny baby forever. She spun him around one more time. “I liked your dancing.”
Kes was there when she finished her spin, and he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Hi,” he said. “I didn’t think we’d see you until tomorrow!”
“I hurried home,” Shara said. “Got a speed bonus, and I just missed you guys too much to stay away.” She put out a hand and pulled Kes back in to kiss his mouth, a chaste peck but maybe a promise of more. He looked amused, the dimple beside his mouth showing a little. Oh, he looked so good in those tiny shorts. She’d been right; he was way more attractive than that exotic dancer had been. “I liked your drumming. That was a good song.”
because of course when she gets home they’re in the middle of a pants off dance off, because i don’t know a single small child who wears more clothing than they’re absolutely required to.
It’s not really coming together but I’m enjoying spending a little bit of time with the whole concept of Shara Realizes She’s A Planetsider Now plus a big heaping side of Everybody Deals With Trauma In Healthy Ways.
But I’m hesitant to go too much farther because, well. You know where her story ends.
So, none of that’s gonna be ready to post in any kind of coherent form in any kind of forseeable timeline, but there it is for now.
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In my continuing efforts to write constantly in 2018 and literally never have anything that’s suitable to post anywhere, I’ve just banged out a whole bunch of Poe’s Early Childhood ficlet chunks, feat. Shara/Kes OTP 4Ever.
“No,” Kes said, quietly, intensely, yanking the pin out of the equipment hitch. “I’ve never asked you to do that and I never will.”
“Then what?” Shara asked. “What do you want me to do?”
He stood very still for a moment, looking at the equipment hitch, then finally turned to face her. “I want you to listen to what I say with my mouth, and not conjecture what I might mean from my face,” he said. “I told you, and I meant it, that I want you to go and do your job and come back to me, just like we agreed you’d do.”
“But you’re acting like it’s killing you when I do that,” she protested. He stared at her for a long moment, and she waited for him to deny it, to dismiss her. But he didn’t.
“It is,” he said finally. “But that’s my problem, Shara. Not yours.”
She gestured wildly at him. “How is it not my problem?” she demanded. “How the fuck is that not my problem, Kes?”
He caught one of her hands, and held it between his. “You can’t fix me, Shara,” he said. “It’s not your fault and it’s not your responsibility. I’m doing what I can.”
and
“Where can I get a cup of caf in this place?” Shara asked the Sullustan manning the station-master’s booth.
The Sullustan blinked at her, then pointed. “There’s only one place that sells refreshments,” he said. “I know they sell caf but mostly they sell booze.”
Shara looked where he was pointing. There was a cantina, sure. And it had a big lit-up sign that said “LIVE NUDE GIRLS”. Helpfully, underneath, it said “ALSO OTHER GENDERS. MULTIPLE SPECIES. SHOWS HOURLY.”
“I just need caf,” Shara said. “And maybe, like, a pastry. Is there nowhere else to eat?”
“That’s it,” the Sullustan said. “They do sell food there, I’ve eaten there. It’s just… distracting. Bring a holobook, maybe, sit in the corner.”
Shara looked at the lit-up sign. The word “nude” blinked. She sighed deeply.
[you know they’d’ve put that in a movie by now if they thought they could get away with it]
It was Poe who finally spotted her, pausing mid-spin and shrieking, “Mama!” at the top of his lungs.
“Baby,” she said, and bent down and opened her arms. He sprinted across the room and leapt at her, and he was still little enough that she could catch him, and swing him up, up, around, and down against her shoulder.
“Mama,” Poe said, “Mama, we built a fort and we made you a surprise and we’re gonna have candy for dessert and I was super good the whole time you were gone!”
“Oh good,” Shara said, savoring the way he felt in her arms. He was big now, all sharp elbows and knees and long limbs, and he was starting to be able to read, and he could analyze situations and use big words and he was her tiny, tiny baby forever. She spun him around one more time. “I liked your dancing.”
Kes was there when she finished her spin, and he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Hi,” he said. “I didn’t think we’d see you until tomorrow!”
“I hurried home,” Shara said. “Got a speed bonus, and I just missed you guys too much to stay away.” She put out a hand and pulled Kes back in to kiss his mouth, a chaste peck but maybe a promise of more. He looked amused, the dimple beside his mouth showing a little. Oh, he looked so good in those tiny shorts. She’d been right; he was way more attractive than that exotic dancer had been. “I liked your drumming. That was a good song.”
because of course when she gets home they’re in the middle of a pants off dance off, because i don’t know a single small child who wears more clothing than they’re absolutely required to.
It’s not really coming together but I’m enjoying spending a little bit of time with the whole concept of Shara Realizes She’s A Planetsider Now plus a big heaping side of Everybody Deals With Trauma In Healthy Ways.
But I’m hesitant to go too much farther because, well. You know where her story ends.
So, none of that’s gonna be ready to post in any kind of coherent form in any kind of forseeable timeline, but there it is for now.
(Your picture was not posted)
