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IS THAT WHERE THE ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT THING COMES FROM. I don’t watch a lot of movies so I miss out on stuff okay.
I am having so much fun with Kes and Shara. I find myself kind of… I’m the opposite of writers-blocked, I’m just sort of saving it? because I don’t want to waste the fun of writing it?
I think it’s because I know how it has to end. But like. C’mon. I don’t have to write that part.
Nobody has said that I was the fucking best in a while, precisely, so I will treasure that.
I want to write, like, a 100k fluff fest of semi-feral Space Trash Shara getting totally smothered and overwhelmed by Kes’s incredibly loving and semi-territorial family, who treat her like some kind of long-lost princess returned to them at last, and like, insist that her dad moves in too, and love him, and the two of them are like… what even are these people doing.
Did I put up the excerpt of Kes explaining earnestly that you have to talk to a baby when it’s in the womb? I feel like I did, but I don’t know what I do from day to day.
“It’s not silly,” Kes said firmly, not at all for the first time. “He can hear you.”
Shara knew from experience now that this was not a negotiable point and the most efficient thing to do was to just let him do what he would. He had brought a shoulder bag clearly full of something, and deposited it at her feet, and now he was on his knees in front of her, oh stars, pressing his ear against her belly.
In public. She was standing next to the ship she was about to get into, waiting for the— whatever— to be loaded onto it, there was a small cargo but there was something a person was going to carry apparently, two passengers to accompany whatever it was, it was a short trip, she wasn’t worried about it. The mechanic had already signed off and she’d done most of the pre-flight checks. Kes had come running up like he’d forgotten something.
He was talking to her belly, which was— well, he did it a lot. Apparently you were supposed to start doing this from the “first day” of the child’s life, which Shara figured was a neat trick because she hadn’t caught on until she’d missed a period. But it meant he felt like he had to make it up, apparently.
“You have to tell him what you’re doing, remember,” he said earnestly to Shara. “When you’re flying.”
“Can’t I just— think it really hard,” Shara said.
“No,” Kes said, “I think we’ve established that neither of us is any good at psychic communication so it’s not likely our son would be.”
Shara put her hand in Kes’s hair, tousling it gently. “I have to talk out loud to him,” she said. He’d told her this before. She sighed. “But I’m not going to be alone in there.” She’d talked to him a little bit on her last voyage, but then, she talked to herself a lot on long solo flights, and it hadn’t really seemed any different. Mostly she’d told him that she really didn’t know what she was doing and hoped his father’s people could make up the deficit.
“Talk quietly then,” Kes said, “I’m sure he can hear you, he’s right there.”
“I don’t think he has ears yet,” Shara pointed out. She’d read a lot of holobooks about pregnancy and birth now. They were mostly not reassuring. It wasn’t possible yet, she did know, to tell whether the child were a boy or a girl, but for some reason Norasol had concluded it was a son. A little regretfully, as well, so it didn’t seem to be wishful thinking. Girls were more auspicious for a first child, Norasol had informed her, and Shara thought first? but managed to keep a straight face while Norasol assured her that a son would be equally welcome.
“It doesn’t matter,” Kes said, “he is a person and you need to talk to him like one. You need to do what you normally do but tell him about it so he will know what to expect. You have to make him a part of what you do. It’s really important.”
“I’m sure it is,” Shara said carefully. Kes had gotten really upset when he’d first explained this and she’d been skeptical, and he seemed to genuinely think that somehow even though literally nobody but his people did this and therefore the vast majority of humans ever born had not had this treatment, if she didn’t, she’d miscarry or something else terrible would go wrong.
If it weren’t so goddamn sweet she’d be annoyed, but she couldn’t muster the energy. “It is,” Kes said, giving her a lingering, Very Serious, slightly bug-eyed Look before turning back to press his cheek against her again. “Listen to your Mama,” he said to her belly. “I have to say goodbye to you now. I can’t come along, I have to do my work here. But I’ll be waiting for you when you come back.”
Shara had to turn her face away so Kes wouldn’t see her smile and think she was laughing at him. It really was sweet. And it would be stifling, or annoying, the way he turned up at all hours and was solicitous and ridiculous— and the way Norasol was constantly sending her strange things to eat or drink or wear— but, well. Shara had never really had much of a family, and she was kind of enjoying it.
and now I gotta, I gotta, I gotta pause this and go back because I have to get to the story with Rey in it, I just gotta.
IS THAT WHERE THE ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT THING COMES FROM. I don’t watch a lot of movies so I miss out on stuff okay.
I am having so much fun with Kes and Shara. I find myself kind of… I’m the opposite of writers-blocked, I’m just sort of saving it? because I don’t want to waste the fun of writing it?
I think it’s because I know how it has to end. But like. C’mon. I don’t have to write that part.
Nobody has said that I was the fucking best in a while, precisely, so I will treasure that.
I want to write, like, a 100k fluff fest of semi-feral Space Trash Shara getting totally smothered and overwhelmed by Kes’s incredibly loving and semi-territorial family, who treat her like some kind of long-lost princess returned to them at last, and like, insist that her dad moves in too, and love him, and the two of them are like… what even are these people doing.
Did I put up the excerpt of Kes explaining earnestly that you have to talk to a baby when it’s in the womb? I feel like I did, but I don’t know what I do from day to day.
“It’s not silly,” Kes said firmly, not at all for the first time. “He can hear you.”
Shara knew from experience now that this was not a negotiable point and the most efficient thing to do was to just let him do what he would. He had brought a shoulder bag clearly full of something, and deposited it at her feet, and now he was on his knees in front of her, oh stars, pressing his ear against her belly.
In public. She was standing next to the ship she was about to get into, waiting for the— whatever— to be loaded onto it, there was a small cargo but there was something a person was going to carry apparently, two passengers to accompany whatever it was, it was a short trip, she wasn’t worried about it. The mechanic had already signed off and she’d done most of the pre-flight checks. Kes had come running up like he’d forgotten something.
He was talking to her belly, which was— well, he did it a lot. Apparently you were supposed to start doing this from the “first day” of the child’s life, which Shara figured was a neat trick because she hadn’t caught on until she’d missed a period. But it meant he felt like he had to make it up, apparently.
“You have to tell him what you’re doing, remember,” he said earnestly to Shara. “When you’re flying.”
“Can’t I just— think it really hard,” Shara said.
“No,” Kes said, “I think we’ve established that neither of us is any good at psychic communication so it’s not likely our son would be.”
Shara put her hand in Kes’s hair, tousling it gently. “I have to talk out loud to him,” she said. He’d told her this before. She sighed. “But I’m not going to be alone in there.” She’d talked to him a little bit on her last voyage, but then, she talked to herself a lot on long solo flights, and it hadn’t really seemed any different. Mostly she’d told him that she really didn’t know what she was doing and hoped his father’s people could make up the deficit.
“Talk quietly then,” Kes said, “I’m sure he can hear you, he’s right there.”
“I don’t think he has ears yet,” Shara pointed out. She’d read a lot of holobooks about pregnancy and birth now. They were mostly not reassuring. It wasn’t possible yet, she did know, to tell whether the child were a boy or a girl, but for some reason Norasol had concluded it was a son. A little regretfully, as well, so it didn’t seem to be wishful thinking. Girls were more auspicious for a first child, Norasol had informed her, and Shara thought first? but managed to keep a straight face while Norasol assured her that a son would be equally welcome.
“It doesn’t matter,” Kes said, “he is a person and you need to talk to him like one. You need to do what you normally do but tell him about it so he will know what to expect. You have to make him a part of what you do. It’s really important.”
“I’m sure it is,” Shara said carefully. Kes had gotten really upset when he’d first explained this and she’d been skeptical, and he seemed to genuinely think that somehow even though literally nobody but his people did this and therefore the vast majority of humans ever born had not had this treatment, if she didn’t, she’d miscarry or something else terrible would go wrong.
If it weren’t so goddamn sweet she’d be annoyed, but she couldn’t muster the energy. “It is,” Kes said, giving her a lingering, Very Serious, slightly bug-eyed Look before turning back to press his cheek against her again. “Listen to your Mama,” he said to her belly. “I have to say goodbye to you now. I can’t come along, I have to do my work here. But I’ll be waiting for you when you come back.”
Shara had to turn her face away so Kes wouldn’t see her smile and think she was laughing at him. It really was sweet. And it would be stifling, or annoying, the way he turned up at all hours and was solicitous and ridiculous— and the way Norasol was constantly sending her strange things to eat or drink or wear— but, well. Shara had never really had much of a family, and she was kind of enjoying it.
and now I gotta, I gotta, I gotta pause this and go back because I have to get to the story with Rey in it, I just gotta.
