Jaina Solo Fel (
solo_sword) wrote in
fandomtownies2013-07-09 05:01 pm
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The Perk- Tuesday evening
Yesterday Jaina turned 33. That had been tough enough, considering even when she and Jacen had been estranged they still shared a birthday, and now it was just hers because he wasn't alive anymore. And then she said goodbye to Anakin for what she knew was the last time, and now it felt like she was just waiting for him to die, which was more morbid than she knew what to do with, but there she was.
She hadn't slept well, and then spent most of her day at the gym, trying to distract herself from her own thoughts. (Sorry to anyone who'd wanted to use the punching bag- you didn't get to.) And that meant the last place she would be was in her apartment tonight, alone and thinking too much.
So the Perk it was, sitting at a window seat and keeping an eye on the baristas, wishing they would fight or do something she could at least watch.
[So open!]
She hadn't slept well, and then spent most of her day at the gym, trying to distract herself from her own thoughts. (Sorry to anyone who'd wanted to use the punching bag- you didn't get to.) And that meant the last place she would be was in her apartment tonight, alone and thinking too much.
So the Perk it was, sitting at a window seat and keeping an eye on the baristas, wishing they would fight or do something she could at least watch.
[So open!]

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He walked into the shop and gave her a slightly awkward hug around her shoulders from behind.
"Hello."
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Despite being in a coffee shop. Look, her logic worked for her right now.
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His began to turn into crumbs between his nervous fingers. "So."
It was hard making smalltalk when you already knew what the other person was feeling.
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Yeah, apparently now she had guilt and a feeling of responsibility over Myrkr this time.
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He was full of cheerful thoughts tonight.
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Hey, remember a time when she'd rather stab herself in the face with a lightsaber rather than talk about this?
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As it turned out, remembering the absolute nightmare was easier than thinking of her parents going through that again.
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Even if she'd sort of rather she didn't. It was easy for old habits to die hard when you'd changed that much in fifteen years, but that didn't mean it felt any better.
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Ben didn't really think so.
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"Maybe."
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Talking was getting painful.