"Always Known," Luke and Leia gen flashfic
Originally posted in a comment in a flocked post elsewhere.
Title: Always Known
Fandom: Star Wars (Disclaimer)
Categories: Gen, PG
Word Count: 525
Summary: Luke and Leia were more aware of their connection when they were children - to their guardians' dismay.
In an airy room filled with white, child-sized furniture in the Royal Palace, Leia Organa drew two suns blazing over a desert landscape.
In a cramped underground room filled with bits of machinery and stray grains of sand on the Lars homestead, Luke Skywalker drew a white palace in the middle of a lake.
Leia selected fine-tipped markers to draw a boy with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes standing next to a tall, spiky machine.
Luke pressed hard with his pencil to make the hair of the girl next to the palace dark. He frowned and tried to erase some of the lines when the elaborate braids didn't look quite right.
"Good morning, Princess." Bail Organa hugged his daughter. His eyes widened when he saw the drawing. "Can you tell me about your picture?"
"Luke! I thought I told you to help your aunt with breakfast," Owen Lars said as he entered his nephew's room. He stopped short when he saw the drawing. "What's this?"
"It's a boy in the desert," Leia explained. "He's six, like me. And that machine makes water out of the air. I don't think it looks like a farm, but it is."
"It's a girl my age in a big house floating on lots of water," Luke said. "She doesn't have to help make breakfast 'cause she's a princess."
"I see," said Bail after a moment. "This boy... did he live a long time ago?"
"You've been filling your head with nonsense from the Darklighter boy's comic books," Owen said. "Queens and knights think they're too good to work like the rest of us. All they do is meddle and make trouble."
"No, he's there right now," Leia said, adding a domed building next to the boy. "He's adopted too."
"She's not a queen, she's a princess!" Luke protested. "And she's only a little bossy."
"What a... creative story, Leia," Bail said. He looked at the picture for a long moment.
"I don't care what she is!" Owen snatched up the drawing. "Now you just forget about these daydreams and help your aunt."
"He's not a story, he's real. We should visit him sometime. He's lonely."
"Yes, Uncle Owen." Luke pouted as he dragged his feet toward the door. "It just isn't fair," he muttered.
"I'm sure there's a boy like him somewhere in the galaxy," Bail said. "I'm sorry, Princess, but I have to send a message to an old friend and then go back to work. May I have your picture?"
"We all need to work to keep this farm running and I won't have you whining about doing your part. Is that clear?"
"Sure!" Leia said. "Maybe he could come here instead. He'd like the lake."
"Yes, Uncle Owen." Luke hurried to the kitchen. Someday, he would fly away from this place and find the girl. Her house seemed a lot more fun.
Leia started a new picture after her lessons. This one showed her and the boy in front of a viewport, looking at the galaxy from above. He probably couldn't come visit right away, but she knew she would find him someday.
Title: Always Known
Fandom: Star Wars (Disclaimer)
Categories: Gen, PG
Word Count: 525
Summary: Luke and Leia were more aware of their connection when they were children - to their guardians' dismay.
In an airy room filled with white, child-sized furniture in the Royal Palace, Leia Organa drew two suns blazing over a desert landscape.
In a cramped underground room filled with bits of machinery and stray grains of sand on the Lars homestead, Luke Skywalker drew a white palace in the middle of a lake.
Leia selected fine-tipped markers to draw a boy with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes standing next to a tall, spiky machine.
Luke pressed hard with his pencil to make the hair of the girl next to the palace dark. He frowned and tried to erase some of the lines when the elaborate braids didn't look quite right.
"Good morning, Princess." Bail Organa hugged his daughter. His eyes widened when he saw the drawing. "Can you tell me about your picture?"
"Luke! I thought I told you to help your aunt with breakfast," Owen Lars said as he entered his nephew's room. He stopped short when he saw the drawing. "What's this?"
"It's a boy in the desert," Leia explained. "He's six, like me. And that machine makes water out of the air. I don't think it looks like a farm, but it is."
"It's a girl my age in a big house floating on lots of water," Luke said. "She doesn't have to help make breakfast 'cause she's a princess."
"I see," said Bail after a moment. "This boy... did he live a long time ago?"
"You've been filling your head with nonsense from the Darklighter boy's comic books," Owen said. "Queens and knights think they're too good to work like the rest of us. All they do is meddle and make trouble."
"No, he's there right now," Leia said, adding a domed building next to the boy. "He's adopted too."
"She's not a queen, she's a princess!" Luke protested. "And she's only a little bossy."
"What a... creative story, Leia," Bail said. He looked at the picture for a long moment.
"I don't care what she is!" Owen snatched up the drawing. "Now you just forget about these daydreams and help your aunt."
"He's not a story, he's real. We should visit him sometime. He's lonely."
"Yes, Uncle Owen." Luke pouted as he dragged his feet toward the door. "It just isn't fair," he muttered.
"I'm sure there's a boy like him somewhere in the galaxy," Bail said. "I'm sorry, Princess, but I have to send a message to an old friend and then go back to work. May I have your picture?"
"We all need to work to keep this farm running and I won't have you whining about doing your part. Is that clear?"
"Sure!" Leia said. "Maybe he could come here instead. He'd like the lake."
"Yes, Uncle Owen." Luke hurried to the kitchen. Someday, he would fly away from this place and find the girl. Her house seemed a lot more fun.
Leia started a new picture after her lessons. This one showed her and the boy in front of a viewport, looking at the galaxy from above. He probably couldn't come visit right away, but she knew she would find him someday.