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when even the earth has numbered days, i can give
WHO: Han "trash can fire smuggler" Solo and Leia "literally a Disney Princess" Organa, with possible cameo from Persephone
WHERE: fancy restaurant in De Chima
WHEN: February 14
WHAT: it's a date! it's a Valentine's Day date!
WARNINGS: blanket Star Wars warning (possible discussions and references to war, violence, trauma, death). also, diabetes-inducing fluff.
Okay. Han, maybe, went a little bit overboard.
It's not like anyone can blame him, really. Most of his previous dating experience has generally not gone down so well, and the fraction that has belongs to—well, people he doesn't think about a lot anymore. And he's the first to admit: he's never dated someone like Leia before, who has this kind of effect on him, like she's a star and he's a planet orbiting around her.
Oh, that's a nice metaphor. He'll be keeping that.
Anyway: so. The Date.
He's nervous. He's been nervous since he first showed up on Leia's doorstep dressed like this, courtesy of Lando's tailor who Han is going to have to find a way to repay, at some point. He's pretty good at playing off the nervousness, has had to be, but there's no denying that he's kind of dying a little inside because, hell. What if something goes wrong? Something always goes wrong in this place. What if the restaurant accidentally becomes the site of some imPort's wrath just as they're sitting down? What if someone wrecks his car? What if baby Vader goes nuts? What if Leia takes a look at all these and realizes he's not worth it after all?
The waiter drops off their menus. It's a nice restaurant. Han had been relieved to find it, it was within his price range and had a few dishes reminiscent of what little Han remembers of Alderaanian cuisine. (Also, good wine.) He looks up from the menu, glances around their surroundings like he's sure something is going to happen, then at Leia.
It's better than last year, this Valentine's Day.
"How're you liking Valentine's Day so far, Your Worship?" he asks.
WHERE: fancy restaurant in De Chima
WHEN: February 14
WHAT: it's a date! it's a Valentine's Day date!
WARNINGS: blanket Star Wars warning (possible discussions and references to war, violence, trauma, death). also, diabetes-inducing fluff.
Okay. Han, maybe, went a little bit overboard.
It's not like anyone can blame him, really. Most of his previous dating experience has generally not gone down so well, and the fraction that has belongs to—well, people he doesn't think about a lot anymore. And he's the first to admit: he's never dated someone like Leia before, who has this kind of effect on him, like she's a star and he's a planet orbiting around her.
Oh, that's a nice metaphor. He'll be keeping that.
Anyway: so. The Date.
He's nervous. He's been nervous since he first showed up on Leia's doorstep dressed like this, courtesy of Lando's tailor who Han is going to have to find a way to repay, at some point. He's pretty good at playing off the nervousness, has had to be, but there's no denying that he's kind of dying a little inside because, hell. What if something goes wrong? Something always goes wrong in this place. What if the restaurant accidentally becomes the site of some imPort's wrath just as they're sitting down? What if someone wrecks his car? What if baby Vader goes nuts? What if Leia takes a look at all these and realizes he's not worth it after all?
The waiter drops off their menus. It's a nice restaurant. Han had been relieved to find it, it was within his price range and had a few dishes reminiscent of what little Han remembers of Alderaanian cuisine. (Also, good wine.) He looks up from the menu, glances around their surroundings like he's sure something is going to happen, then at Leia.
It's better than last year, this Valentine's Day.
"How're you liking Valentine's Day so far, Your Worship?" he asks.